Armored Attraction
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Bray winked at her and focused on Adie, who had found her favorite seat at the counter and was whirling on the stool at warp speed.
“How are you feeling?” Trish asked, looking at Summer’s still-flat stomach.
“Fine. But anything that went in circles at Disney World was Bray’s domain. I stood on the sidelines and ate orange Popsicles.”
It was unbelievable that Summer and Bray would be adding to their family in just seven more months. More proof that life really did go on. She drew in a breath and smiled. “Well, Milo was insisting on a movie tonight. I guess you’re all excited to see Pretty Woman one more time.”
“How did you know that was my favorite movie?” Bray asked with a straight face.
Summer lightly punched her husband’s biceps before turning back to Trish. “I’m sure you’re glad that you’re not holding down the fort alone any longer. Next week, I want you to rest up. You will take a couple of days off, right?”
“I think I will,” Trish said.
“Where’s Milo?” Summer asked, moving quickly to the next topic.
She could tell them both about her plans. “Taking out the garbage. I’ll get him.”
Trish went through the swinging door that connected the dining room to the kitchen. No Milo. The back door was open just a fraction of an inch, letting the cool spring air blow in. The light near the back door was on.
“Milo,” she called, walking toward the door. “Summer and Bray are—”
She opened the back door and almost tripped. On a body.
Milo. Oh my God. “What happened?” she asked, dropping to her knees.
There was blood everywhere. On his body, on the pavement, running out of the side of his mouth. “Milo,” she cried, reaching to lift his head off the cold, hard ground.
“Trish,” he said, his breaths raspy. “Tell Rafe they know.”
He closed his eyes and she started to scream.
Copyright © 2016 by Beverly R. Long
ISBN-13: 9781488005602
Armored Attraction
Copyright © 2016 by Janie Crouch
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