Chapter 33
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Erica
Fear grips me, but he said it would be okay.
I know that I’m being overly dramatic, but one can hardly blame me. When the MC gets involved, it isn’t a pretty picnic. It means something. It also churns my stomach to think that I’m sitting here when I could be doing something. What, I don’t know, but something.
Olive went to bed hours ago, and I’m killing time watching slow cooker recipes on YouTube. I’ve also tried crocheting, but I can’t concentrate.
What if something happens to him?
He plays all of this off like it’s nothing, but I know that isn’t true. It is dangerous, no matter what he says.
I don’t know when I fall asleep, but the last time I checked the clock it was after two am. Exhaustion won out in the end.
When I jolt awake, I feel Brew’s arms reach for me as he spoons me. I turn my head.
“Brew?”
“Who else?” He kisses my forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
“Everything’s okay?”
“Everythin’ is perfect, Sparky.”
I don’t know if he’s just painting a pretty picture, but the main thing is, he’s back and he’s unharmed.
I yawn. “Did you get what you went for?”
He snuggles into my shoulder, and I close my eyes, unable to resist. He’s freshly showered. I can tell from the scent of his body wash on his skin, and the dampness of his hair. “I did.”
“Don’t leave me again,” I whisper.
“I’m almost there,” he tells me as I fall back into slumber. “Almost there.”