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everything going for me—the grades, the scholarship, the goals. I’ve had it all
planned out for years. Then she came along. On the outside she has it all
together—on the inside she’s damaged goods. She needs me. I just have to decide
if she’s worth everything I’m about to lose.
this town to escape the claws of my past. A simple life in a small town—I just
want to live under the radar and blend in. I was doing just that until Knox
caught my eye. They say when you know, you know—that we can’t help who we fall
in love with. The rules are pretty simple, so why am I breaking them all? I’m a
teacher, and he’s my student—this can’t end well. More than just rules are
going to be broken. I just hope his heart can be mended when it’s all said and
can, leaving a trail of smoke in my path. The smell of burning rubber fills the
car and it isn’t until I round the corner that the smoke diminishes. Behind me,
just like my life—my past. With only the duffel bag riding co-pilot, and the
stash of money I was able to get from the safe.
goons to start the search for his missing property—me. At least that’s the way
I have lived my life for the past few years, as a prisoner. His prized
possession that he kept up on the shelf, out of reach and displayed with the
mind. I never went down without a fight, and when I did, I fought hard. I’m
pretty sure that’s what he liked the most, feeling the wrath of my bitterness.
He felt it alright, with the head of a golf club, straight to the balls. I hit
him so hard that he’s probably choking on them right now.
Those two hours have put enough space between myself and the life I lived that
I feel confident enough that it’s safe to pull into the next rest stop. My
stomach growls as I take a sip of my cold coffee.
parking lot, just to be sure he didn’t follow me.
pulling out my new i.d. Claire Hyland—my new identity. Just the last name,
anyways. I’ve been working on the name change for a while, with the plan
to take off as soon as everything finalized. It’s the only way I can leave and
not be found. I still can’t believe Jorge pulled this off in time. The car, the
room to rent, and the interview. Apparently he has some connections with a
well-known family from Redwood. It just so happens that they were in need of an
person who knows that I left, let alone, where I’m going.
hormonal know-it-alls—but, there isn’t much out there with an arts degree.
A temporary teaching position is the perfect way to live low-key, for now,
beautiful children with her husband of eleven years.
Rachel overuses emojis and lol. Coffee is her guilty pleasure, paired with a
nice alpha hero romance novel. Writing is her passion. Her goal is to brighten
at least one person’s day with the worlds she creates between the pages of her