Her Premarital Ex (The Alexanders Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

have,” he said with
flared nostrils. “I called you over a dozen times.”
    “Well I left my phone in
my purse. It must be on silent or something, okay?”
His penetrating gaze
almost made her lose her footing. Made her not even want to look
him in the eyes.
    “Tyson, I’m sorry, okay,
but it’s not like you didn’t know where I was. I told you I was
going to Padma’s house.”
Tyson frowned. “You
listen to me, and you listen well.” He placed his hands on her
face, forcing eye contact, and said in a reprimanding tone, “Don’t
ever do that to me again.”
    “I didn’t do—”
    “Don’t play games with me,
Gabrielle. Don’t do that to me!”
    “I’m not
playi—”
    “I have to ride around
here in this storm, thinking something happened to you, feeling
like my world is falling apart when all you had to do was pick up
the phone and call me...don’t ever do that to me again! Do you
understand me?”
    “Tyson—”
    “Do you understand me?” he
asked in a raised tone.
Gabrielle stared at
Tyson, deep into his eyes. He was hurt. She’d never seen this
potent pain in his eyes before. Desperation in his actions. In his
voice. Who gets in the shower with clothes on?
    “I’m sorry, Tyson...didn’t
mean to hurt you. I’m sorry,” she said watching water wet his
worried face.
Tyson stared at her for a
long moment, then he stepped out of the shower, leaving her there
while he came out of his wet clothes, dried himself off with a
towel and slid into a pair of shorts and got into bed.
Once Gabrielle had
finished her shower, she took a towel, dried off, then slid into a
gown, joining him in bed. He was upset. He never slept with his
back to her, but tonight, he’d been furious.
Moments passed. The
silence was killing her. She slid closer to him and left a kiss on
his back. “Tyson, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
He turned around to look
at her. “I forgive you, Gabrielle. Just don’t do that to me.
Okay?”
    “Okay.”
They lay quietly resting.
Gabrielle snuggled against his chest.
    “Gabrielle.”
She felt a tingle run
down her spine at the sound of him saying her name.
“Yes?”
    “I know you heard some
things about me. Why didn’t you tell me that Dilvan had approached
you?”
    “I didn’t want to bother
you with it.”
With his hands threaded
in her hair, he said, “I don’t want you to keep things like that
from me.”
    “Okay. I’m
sorry.”
    “And I don’t want to keep
things from you so, listen. I was a sniper in the
Marines.”
    “Why didn’t you tell
me?”
    “Because I didn’t want you
to be afraid of me. I mean, that was my job...a job I was very good
at, but that’s not who I am anymore. And I will never hurt you,
Gabrielle.”
    “I know that.”
Tyson smiled. Then after
a few beats, he said, “I’ve been thinking about it pretty much
since you brought it up and I want you to go to Chicago
with—”
    “No. That’s okay. I don’t
want to go.”
    “Bri, I want you to go,
okay.”
    “Nope. I’m going to
Atlanta with you.”
    “You were all excited
about going to Chicago and now you don’t want to go?”
    “Nope.”
    “Gabrielle, I know you
want to go, so, sweetheart, I’m telling you to go. I want you to.
Stop defying me.”
Gabrielle giggled.
“Defying you?” she said through laughter.
    Tyson laughed to. “Yeah.
I want you to
go.”
She sat up and looked at
him. “You really don’t mind if I go?”
    “Not at all. It’s only for
Friday and Saturday. You’ll be back Sunday, and so will I. Then
we’ll make love until we tear this bed all to pieces.”
Gabrielle
grinned.
    “So I want you to
go...have a good time.”
    “Thank you, Tyson,” she
said excited. She took a kiss from his lips.
    “Anything for my girl,” he
replied. “Hey, guess who’s coming for a visit tomorrow.”
    “Who?”
    “My sister. She can’t wait
to finally meet you.”
    “Can’t wait to meet
her...this is a nice surprise. Oh, and while we’re on the subject
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