Wicked Truths (Hunt Legacy Duology #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hunt Legacy Duology Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
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‘Want some help?’

I turn back to David and find him flexing his non-existent muscles and giving me a small smile.

‘Call it a peace offering.’

Laughter rises, and it feels good. I chuckle and move aside in invitation, and he comes over, taking one side as I take the other. ‘This means nothing except I’m fed up hating you,’ I say, needing that to be clear. But I’m not fed up. I simply haven’t got the energy to hate him.

He smiles. ‘Have you really moved on, Eleanor?’

I nod, forcing sureness into my expression. ‘Yes.’

‘Then I’m happy for you.’

Don’t be, because my life is upside down right now. ‘Thanks,’ I smile meekly. ‘Ready?’

‘Yep.’ He bends and we lift, negotiating the table out of the store and setting it down on the ground in the courtyard. We wander back inside. ‘God, I forgot how much junk your Dad hoarded,’ David says, looking around, a little bewildered.

I laugh a little, completely unoffended. It’s like I can’t be angry with anyone right now, except Becker. Even my ex, who royally turned me over, and, technically, sent me to London and into the clutches of Becker Hunt. Yet as I’m standing here, in my father’s store, doing something I should have done weeks ago, I feel almost at peace. Anger’s eluding me, and in its place is acceptance.

‘What are you doing with it all?’ he asks as he casts his eyes over the clutter.

‘I have a clearance company collecting it later.’ I point to a cabinet and David moves in, taking one side and lifting as I take the other.

‘And what will they do with it?’

‘Skip it, I suppose.’

‘That’s such a waste.’ We both go red in the face as we lift and start shuffling along. ‘My company is doing a community drive incentive,’ he puffs. ‘Would you mind if I take some of it for the homeless shelter?’

I grin through my straining. ‘Since when did you become a saint?’

David hits the doorframe with his elbow, the thwack loud. ‘Fuck!’

I laugh, having to quickly lower the cabinet before I drop it on my toes. ‘That’s karma, that is.’

He grimaces and releases his end of the cabinet, rubbing at his elbow while I continue to titter to myself, the laughter rolling from me in waves. It’s not even that funny, but this laughter? It feels good. And this moment, this distraction? It’s masking everything I need masking.

I fall through the door later that afternoon looking like I’ve been rolling in cobwebs and dusted in flour. I brush myself down as I wander into the kitchen.

‘I was just going to call you,’ Mum says as she stirs a pot on the stove. ‘Thought you might have got lost in a worthless vase.’

I dip my finger in the stew and suck off the gravy. I’m famished. ‘David helped me.’

Mum’s stirring stops and she looks at me gone out. ‘He did?’

I dump my bag on a chair and get a glass of water. ‘It’s not like that. He apologised, I accepted. End of story.’ I take a quick swig of my water, parched. ‘We’ve left a few pieces in the store that David wants to donate to a homeless shelter through his company. I’ve given him the keys so he can let himself in to collect it all. The rest is in the yard ready to be collected.’

She smiles. ‘Thank you.’

‘Don’t thank me.’ I finish my water and set the glass by the sink, falling into thought. Empty. Dad’s store is empty. But my heart is full of the memories. I smile, feeling warm inside. Like a weight has been lifted.

‘I’m going for a few drinks this evening,’ Mum says, returning to her pot. ‘Coming?’

‘I was thinking of going back to London tomorrow,’ I say quietly. I’m on a roll. May as well keep up the momentum.

‘Then tonight can be your leaving party.’

I glance down at my bedraggled form. I feel manky. ‘I have nothing to wear.’

‘Then we’ll pop into town and find something.’

I gape at her. ‘I doubt I’ll find anything in town, unless I fancy a trip to the local bingo hall.’

‘Don’t be such a pessimist,’ she scolds, pouting. ‘There’s a new little boutique store. I bet they’ll have something.’ She looks down at her watch. ‘It’s four o’clock. We have an hour before they close.’ She whips off her apron and wipes her hands on a tea towel. ‘Come on.’ I’m claimed and guided out the door, Mum grabbing her coat and purse on the way. ‘My treat.’

‘No, Mum,’ I argue. She’s not exactly flush with money. I won’t have her splurging it on me.

She pulls the door closed behind her and links arms with me. ‘I know my daughter is a hot-shot in London, but I would like to treat her.’

A hot-shot in London? I inwardly snort. Maybe an idiot in London. ‘Mum, you really don’t have to.’



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