Free Captivated by Your Love (The Blue Heart Series Book 2) by Kennedy Kelly Page A

pulled away from me. “Sure. I just want you to know that I’ll never be able to repay you for saving me tonight.” I wouldn’t be able to repay him either. Thank fuck he was there at the right time.
    “Anytime, Bee.” I looked at him and growled. Didn’t he know her fucking name is Abbee? Jesus, what was wrong with everyone?
    Abbee chuckled. “Why are you growling now? He didn’t do anything wrong, Justice.”
    “Never mind. So, Reeve, what’s up?” I needed to get him in and out of here as fast as I could.
    “I wanted to let you know that they are releasing you to go home.” Have mercy.
    I looked at her. “You’ll be coming home with me, sweetheart. I plan on taking care of you and keeping your safe.”
    “Actually.” She bit her bottom lip. I could tell she was nervous about what she wanted to tell me. “I’m not staying in Vegas. I had Sydney book the red eye flight to go back to Detroit. I’m going home.”

Chapter Eight
Abbee
    Rolling over in the bed I grew up in, bubble gum pink walls and a huge white eyelet canopy, I lazily stretched my weary body and yawned. I didn’t know how someone could be so tired after not getting out of bed for two weeks but yeah that was me, as tired as they come.
    I was gross. I hadn’t taken a shower in a few days. My hair was greasy and I think I was starting to smell. Not how I normally kept myself. I had always taken pride in taking care of myself. I worked out on a regular bases and wouldn’t go a day without showering. But now I just didn’t feel like doing anything. All I wanted to do was stay in my room and sleep.
    My mom and dad had been good about giving me my privacy and respecting my boundaries. They knew everything that happened including the miscarriage. My parents were liberal, thank goodness. I didn’t tell them I had a threesome which resulted in a pregnancy, they had just thought I met a really nice guy and the baby was his.
    They were livid with Jensen. Since I had been away, when I had called home, I would give them weekly updates on how my life was going and some of those details had included my relationship with Jensen. My mom couldn’t understand how this could have happened and my dad wanted to beat the piss out of him. I didn’t want to tell him that he needed to stand in line.
    The night of the attack, before I had left, I pressed charges against Jensen. I didn’t know when we would be going to court, I just knew that we would be. I planned on taking him down if that was the last thing I did. Assault on a woman is a very serious offense in my book. But I should have known better. I felt like this could have all been avoided had I just listened to my friends warning me about him. And to think I was going to move in with him. What a fucking joke. Things would have probably gotten really bad and there was no telling what would have happened to me.
    My phone chimed on my nightstand and I sat up to retrieve it. It was a text message and my guess was that it was either Justice or Sydney. Since I had been at my parents’ house, they both were in constant contact with me checking on me. I didn’t tell them that I was a total mess and dying inside. No, I kept that to myself. But I think that they had a good hunch. I wasn’t my normal, free spirited, talkative self.
    I swiped open my phone, and it was a text from Justice. Like clockwork he texted me at the same time every day.
    Justice: Hey, beautiful, how are you doing today?
    How was I doing today? Maybe a little better than yesterday but I was still a mess. The days were getting better and his constant need to stay in touch with me helped. I missed him so very much. It was ironic because although we saw one another at the house, we hadn’t really gone out alone or on a date. What we had before the threesome was more of a flirtation between two friends. I had thought that I wasn’t ready for more with him but the more time that passed the more I thought I could handle it. The only