Declan jumps in to offer more information. "Poor girl isn't sleeping very well. We need to get an outdoor space heater for her since this seems to be her favorite place after a nightmare."
Whirling around with wide eyes, I take in the truth of their words and expressions. Their faces are pinched with worry as they watch Violet. "Nightmares?" Fuck, if they're anything like the one I woke her up from a few weeks ago, she must feel horrible.
Jared and Declan just nod sadly. They won't give me more than that, and I won't push them. I'm just fucking glad they let me back here to see her. This is much better than someone telling me she's fine and doesn't want to talk to me yet.
"I have something for her. She'll want to see me after she reads it," I mutter, watching my sweet girl again. She doesn't move much. Zoned out watching the flames, Violet looks lonely and muted.
Handing over the letter I spent my morning second guessing, I barely hear Jared's words. They finally register once he's halfway to the house.We'll see.
Yes, we will. I'm almost certain she will demand my presence.
"Is that going to upset her?" Declan rumbles, arms crossed beside me as he watches Jared hand the envelope to a confused Violet.
"Upset isn't the word I'd use," I drawl, eyes pinned on Violet as she opens the letter.
Declan turns to me, protective vibes rolling off him. "What did you do?"
Violet shatters my ability to explain with a ferocious scream. "THAT MOTHERFUCKER!"
At least she doesn't look sad or distant anymore. Hopefully, this isn't the time I pushed too far.
"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, JAMIE MURPHY!" my sweet girl bellows into the night, facing my way without actually being able to see me in the darkness.
"You fucking—" Declan growls, but I'm gone, tearing through snow and slipping on ice to feel my woman's wrath.
She asked for me.
Thirteen
VIOLET
“THAT MOTHERFUCKER!"
I'm going to kill him. Kill himdead.Who does he think he is?
Jamie has pushed me before, but this is a fucking violation of privacy. I don't know what kind of reaction he wanted from me, but he's going to fucking get one.
"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, JAMIE MURPHY!"
I know for afactthat he's in the yard somewhere watching. No way would Jared have naturally brought it to me from the shed. Snow crunches, and I use the remaining time I have left before I commit murder to read Jamie's letter one more time.
Some truths for you...
I'm in love with Violet Bennett. Truth.
I didn't know their motivation for pursuing me. Truth.
My focus is completely on Violet. Truth.
I don't know how to convince her I'm deserving of forgiveness because I'm not sure what I did wrong to get her to run from me, too. Truth.
I'll do anything and everything to get her back. Truth. Even if that means pissing her off.
A huff of air draws my attention to Jamie jumping onto the patio in a flurry of snow. It's easy to ignore how freaking handsome he is in his black hat and jacket, with his crystal-blue eyes when he basically admitted he'd read my journals in his letter. The format and intent are the same as mine.
"Violet," he breathes, sounding relieved.
Baffled by the audacity he has to smile at me as I hold this darn letter, I jump from the couch, thankfully still having enough sense to land on my good foot. "Are you for fucking real, Jamie?! You read my journals!"
