Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Jackson ~ ~
Cracking an eye open. I tried to lift my head from the pillow. A dull throb had me freezing. Forcing both eyes it was obvious my eyesight was hazy and the dull throb switched to a full on pounding with the movement.
Ah, shit. I had stupidly forgotten to take my medication the night before. And waking up feeling this bad most likely meant I'd had a seizure during the night. The doctors warned me this might happen.
Laying my head back on the pillow, I took a deep breath and pressed the heels of my hands into the sockets of my eyes. Hoping when I reopened them, the blurriness would be gone.
Nope. Didn't work. Guessin' I was outta luck today. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the side of the bed with waves of nausea and lightheadedness coming to the party. Ugh. Fumbling in my drawer, my fingers wrapped around the bottle of pills. Popping the lid I shook two out and tossed them in my mouth, swallowing without water.
I remained where I sat whilst the fog slowly cleared. It was crazy of me to forget. But to be fair, I'd had a lot on my mind.
Most of my thoughts were on last night and Maddy. She had given me the cold shoulder from the second we stepped foot inside of Riley Jo's home and no matter how much I tried to get her to talk to me beyond one word replies, there was no budging her. Stubborn woman.
On the way home, I thought she might loosen up a little, but she shot me down and said we would talk tomorrow.
Well, tomorrow was now today. And I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about and I couldn't avoid it. Sex with her sister—her twin sister.
I sighed to myself. Maybe it was better like this. That she hated me for sleeping with Riley Jo. Because what if they give me bad news in a few days' time? Was it fair to expect her to hold my hand, watch me die?
No, it wasn't. But I was a selfish asshole and every flush of her cheeks, every time her pretty blue eyes filled with heat, she had me wanting everything from her. Things I've been dreaming about since I could remember. Things I maybe didn't deserve.
A frown fixed itself to my face as I scrubbed a hand across it, the stubble scratching against my palm. Time to face the music. Heading downstairs, I found Jody cooking up eggs in the pan.
She turned her head my way, briefly. "Ah, it lives," she chuckled to herself.
"Ha-ha. Can't a man just sleep in for once?"
She lifted the pan and tipped the scrambled eggs out onto a serving disk. Happily, she lifted the plate and walked toward the table, setting it down. I grabbed a mug and poured myself a coffee.
"A man can. But you're not any man." She pointed. "Set the table."
Setting my mug down, I did as she asked. Looking up, she was watching me. "What?" I asked, but then regretted the question.
