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Now, onto Shattered Secrets. Last week, I left Abby in a horrible situation. The house her kidnappers brought her to was on fire. I'm not going to let you know how she got out of that--hey, you have to read the book for something, don't you?!
Here's a scene from the hospital.
"Why are you nervous?"
Derick wasn't a fidgeter. Cool, level-headed—these are words I used to describe him.
Closing the distance between us, he grabbed a chair then placed it next to my bed, but he remained standing. "I'm worried about you, and your father has never liked me. Now that you're awake, he'll kick me out as soon as he arrives, but I owe you the truth."
You owed me the truth long before now.
He grimaced as if he understood my thoughts. "I know you'll probably never forgive me, but—"
"Eh-hem." Dad stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, glaring at Derick.
As much as I wanted to hear what he had to say, I preferred my parents. My mom and her comforting warmth. My dad and his unwavering protection. I should have called for him. He would have saved me. Psycho number one never would have put me in his trunk if I'd just called out to my dad.
Derick walked up to my father and then stood there, hands behind his back. "May I return in the morning and talk to her, sir?"
Dad met my gaze. I wanted to belt out, 'Yes, please, Dad, let him come back and try to explain his jerky boyish actions to me,' but instead, I nodded.
He frowned. "We're bringing her home in the morning. I'll have her give you a call when she's settled in . . . if she wants to."
Ahh, overprotective fathers! Make sure you check out the teasers from the other Indie-Licious authors!