Free CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) by Clair Delaney Page B

Coral.”
    “Ah, hello darling.” He sounds genuinely
pleased to hear from me.
    “Hi, is’ – “I’ll go get her for you. How
are you feeling, is your nose better?”
    “Yes thanks, much better.”
    “Good, glad to hear it. Darling, Coral’s on
the phone for you…” I can hear Gladys in the background, she sounds busy.
    “Be quick darling, I’ve got bacon and eggs
on the go,” she says a little frantically
    “Can you take Bob a dinner tomorrow?”
    “Oh goodness poor Bob, I won't be here
darling.” Damn it!
    “It’s ok, I’ll sort it,” I gripe. “You’d
better go before your eggs burst,” I add.
    “Bye darling.” She slams the phone down.
    “Bye,” I mumble sarcastically to my mobile and
hang up. I guess I better talk to Tristan, I’ve got to get some decent food in
Bob somehow? Throwing my mobile in my bag, I skip down the stairs to find him.
    Reaching the kitchen, I spy Tristan sat on
one of the breakfast stools, going through some paperwork. He hasn’t seen me so
I take a moment to appreciate him. He’s dressed in a fitted black t-shirt, dark
blue jeans, and a pair of trainers; he really does look too good to be true.
    Just as I think, that he runs a hand
through his messed up hair, making my stomach flutter madly, I don’t know why
he hasn’t combed it into place, as is his usual style, but I don’t care, he
looks really hot – really hot and sexy and I like it, I like it a lot.
     
    I’M SAT ON ONE OF THE BREAKFAST STOOLS with my arms and legs wrapped around Tristan as he kisses me over
and over. He seems different today, like he’s gotten over his broodiness about
what I told him. I hope so, this Tristan I like, he’s playful and sexy and I
can’t get over how much he seems to like me, love me even?
    “What are you thinking about?” he asks
kissing me again, his tongue softly lapping against mine, making my legs feel
wobbly even though I’m not standing.
    “You,” I answer honestly.
    “Me?” He says, surprised.
    “Yeah,” I try to hide the sigh.
    “What about me?” he enquires, kissing the
corner of my lips.
    “Nothing…” I decide in that second not to
say anything, it may spoil his mood.
    “Tell me,” he urges.
    “I was just thinking...you’re different
today,” I say looking tentatively up at him, my mouth running away with me
again.
    His eyes darken. “Different how?”
    “In a good way,” I explain.
    “You’re not going to tell me.” He guesses. I
shake my head at him. “I wish you would, I want you to be open Coral and really
tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. The more I know, the better my
chances of understanding you.” Ok, that sounded like George!
    “Oh!” I whisper.
    “Yeah oh, so are you going to spill?” He
asks his eyes lightning as his mood elevates. I think about it for a few
seconds.
    “It’s just, you seemed kind of distant last
night,” I say looking to the floor, shrugging slightly. Tristan sighs and
gently lifts my head, running a soft finger down my cheek I see his jaw clench
then release.
    “I was mad, really, really fucking mad. To
be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that mad, like I could annihilate an
entire village. When you told me...I just saw red. Of all the people for that
to happen to, you’re so sweet and beautiful, so kind, so strong and courageous.”
Tristan shakes his head in disgust. “I’ll never understand it men who rape, abuse
do all that kind of shit!” He breaks off, his cheeks flaming.
    “I thought I would wake up to...” I trail
off. “I’m glad you’re back to being you, ” I tell him, taking his face in
my hands and kissing his full lips.
    “You know I’ll probably be...well, I’ll try
not to be...” He says shaking his head again.
    “What?” I whisper.
    “Over protective.” He replies grudgingly. A
part of me feels really good about that, as long as Tristan doesn’t take it too
far and become a complete ogre. No way, I won’t let that happen, I’ll