I woke up in the same position I had fallen asleep in, wrapped around Rev, with my head on his muscular chest.
I felt like shit. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I was exhausted and embarrassed. I had been completely in love with this house and enthralled with Rev's sharing it with me, then Jay stepped in and ruined it all.
I was sore. My chest and back were aching. I knew from experience that was the muscle tension from the panic attack, which had been a bad one. The ear that was against his chest was tingling from me laying on it.
Rev must think I'm crazy.
I carefully and slowly lifted my leg from on top of his and slid it over. I started to lift my arm and he moved his hand on top of it.
I lifted my chin to look up at him. His eyes were open, watching me.
"Rev, I am so sorry", I whispered.
"Don't apologize", he said. "That's not something you need to be sorry for".
He kissed my forehead. "How are you feeling?", he asked.
"Like shit", I answered honestly.
"We're going to head to town this morning. I want you to come with me unless you don't think you're up for it. We need to get food, and if you want to check your phone, you can do it there. I don't need to tell you not to say anything about where you are, right?"
"I know. And yes, I can go".
"Okay. Let's get moving", he said, patting my arm.
Rev started giving me instructions as I sat up, and he rolled out of bed.
"We need to blend in, love, and not be recognized. Jeans for you. Unfortunately, you're going to draw attention no matter what you're wearing, but let's hide those legs, yeah? The most boring t-shirt you have, and can you hide your hair under a baseball cap?"
"Yep", I answered, pulling out a pair of jeans as he started down the stairs.
We made peanut butter toast from a loaf of frozen bread he pulled out of a freezer in the dug out basement, and had coffee without creamer.
"Sorry, love", he said.
"It doesn't bother me one bit", I told him honestly.
We went outside to a large shed I hadn't even noticed, and as he opened the double doors, I realized it was actually a garage. There was a very old, very rusty, and very faded tan Ford pickup in there.
"This is what we drive to town", he said.
He snagged the keys off the wooden wall near the double doors, started the truck, drove it out of the doors, and then got out again. He motioned for me to follow him back into the garage. There had been a metal pan underneath the truck with some oil spots on it. He kicked it out of the way. Underneath was dirt. He ran his hand along a spot, moving away some dirt, which revealed something that looked like a canvas. He ran his hand along, uncovering more dirt along the edge.
What is this?
When he got a large enough section, he folded the canvas tarp back, revealing a wooden door, like a trap door. He grabbed a large metal ring and pulled up. It opened at the hinge and I saw I was looking down into a small room, only big enough to stand and turn around in comfortably, probably a little shorter than me, and all four walls lined with weapons. He looked up at me from where he was crouched at the opening.
"Everything is loaded and ready to fire. There's more ammo in there, too", he told me. "I'll show you some other things later today".
I felt a chill. Why did I need to know this?
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The Neverending Hangover
Romance*Second in the Fire Whiskey series* 'I had been amazed at the connection Brad and I had, and our connection was inexplicable, but this with Rev was something else. It was different but just as impressive. Was I cursed or blessed to have two amazing...
