![]() The Shepherd
-- EXCERPT: “So this is where you’re hiding from me.” Fuck. I hung my head and fisted my hair. “I take it you saw me in there?” His voice hadn’t changed. “I saw you too. You tend to stick out in a crowd.” Get the fuck away from me. Since the ground wasn’t gonna swallow me whole, I steeled myself and stood up again, and I came face-to-face with Archie for the first time in five years. But as memories demanded I hurled every curse in the book at him, another part of me froze up, and I just stared. Even under the cover of darkness, with barely any light from the porch, he was too damn beautiful. And no level of darkness could conceal the vulnerability in his eyes. Maybe that was why I couldn’t say anything harsh. I’d seen that vulnerability before, when he’d known that our evening together was about to come to a swift conclusion. There was no forgetting the cold that’d filled me when I’d understood what was going on. “You look good, Greer,” he offered. Christ. I folded my arms over my chest. “Why are you here?” He took a step closer. “I’ve been looking for you. For the…past year.” I narrowed my eyes. Did he think I was stupid? “Try again. Because this isn’t the place that pops up if you’re looking for me.” “No,” he conceded. “I found the business you share with your brothers first. Then I found their Facebook accounts, your nieces and nephews on Instagram and Snapchat, your two sisters-in-law on Instagram and Pinterest…” He released a breath. “You learn a lot about a man through the social media eyes of his family members.” Stalker warning. “An entire family on social media—except you,” he said. “Until I stumbled upon a comment section under one of your nephews’ accounts. Crew, I think his name was…? Someone named Finlay Ridge had wished him good luck, and there you were.” I was, but I wasn’t. It was the name of my farm. I used the account for the food collective groups I was in. And, of course, to stay in touch with family and friends, but I hadn’t made a single post in public, nor had I uploaded any photos. “From there, I went through all your friends…” “I hear warning bells,” I replied dryly. He nodded and looked down at the grass. “Can’t blame you. I got obsessed. I wanted to know everything about you.” Fuck him. He couldn’t say that shit to me. ![]()
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Sue G.
6/12/2022 10:20:58 am
Interesting excerpt!
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