Free Mikala's Passion (Pulse Series Book 2) by Jennifer Rose Page B

make him talk to you. Go to him.”
    “I don’t think I’m ready,” Mikala said.
    “For God’s sake give your head a shake girl!” Eden stepped forward, grasping Mikala by the arm. “Go wait for him at the loft, he has to go home sometime, be there waiting for him and talk, tell him how you feel. It won’t kill you to talk will it?”
    Mikala took a deep breath.
    Once she had deliberated Eden words, let them sink into her grey matter and soak in properly, she yanked Eden into her chest for a bear style hug, snatched her purse from the bar and ran out the door.
    Eden smoothed the lapel of her suit jacket and grinned, quite pleased with herself and hoping that her words had somehow gotten through her friends thick skull. She hated the idea that Mikala and Mason were apart, they were such a perfect match. Both tough asses and head strong, both broken with painful histories, they had managed to see past the pain to find something special. They had loved each other enough to make a baby, they had created a life and although Charlie was taken far too soon, they were emotionally bound together forever.
    And if it killed Eden, she was going to see to it that they found each other again.
     

Undoubtedly Eden was going to tear Mikala a new one, once she found out Mikala chose to return to the motel room rather than Mason’s loft. She found herself sprawled out on the bed with her phone clutched to her chest contemplating whether to send a text or phone him. She rose from the bed and walked over to the table and sat. She pulled back the heavy drape looking out at the almost vacant lot and, watching the traffic drive past in the distance, she thought of what to say.
    She was not ready to deal with Mason after all the bullshit that had plagued her for the past eight months. Between Mason’s discarding her like a used rag, the psycho tormenting her every day with threats and letters and the fire practically destroying her life with the light of a single match, she was hanging precariously from an extremely thin thread. She wasn’t sure if its snapping would be a blessing, or another calamity to add to the growing shit pile she trudged through each day.
    Life seemed to plough on in spite of everything, just as sure as the sun and the moon rose each morning and set each night. Mikala was worn down and exhausted from the fight, ready to give in, however surrendering wasn’t an option at this point.
    She closed her eyes and sucked in a long deep breath as she brought her phone to life and typed a text. Hearing his voice would prove too difficult to resist as his needy rasp rummaged from her ear to her heart.
    I don’t want 2 talk. I’m doing just fine without u.
    It wasn’t but a few seconds later when Mikala’s phone announced a reply.
    I deserve that. I wanted 2 know u r safe.
    Mikala decided no further reply was necessary as she switched her phone off and threw it onto the bed.
    She gathered her things and went for a shower before settling into the terribly uncomfortable bed. Lumpy was an understatement for the bowling ball sized wads of batting and sharp snaking coils held within the mattress. The strong smell of bleach was beginning to nauseate her, but the thought of opening a window to let in fresh air was a less than advantageous idea, seeing as it was not a favorable area of town.
    After spraying her pillow with perfume, she got back into bed and switched the TV on with the remote. In pursuit of something to help her fall asleep, she flicked through an endless number of white noise channels, before an episode of ‘Duck Dynasty’ filtered through the blur on the screen, that was the last straw, off went the TV as she reached for her phone and turned it on.
    Once the phone played a tone announcing it was ready, she checked the messages and found six texts from Mason and one scary ass message from Eden, she figured getting that one over with first was best.
    “You rotten bitch, did you think I wouldn’t find out? You