Wed to a SEAL (Hot SEALs) (Volume 8) Read Online Free
Author: Cat Johnson
had, but it could get a lot worse.
After locking and chaining the door, she ran to the bedroom and grabbed the diaper bag. It was big, but not nearly large enough for everything Lola would need for the long term. Even so, Isabel shoved a box of wipes and as many clean diapers as would fit.
In the outside pocket, she wedged in the few clean shirts still in the drawer.
Feeling bad for wrenching Lola from everything familiar to her, she squeezed in her daughter’s favorite stuffed animal.
Glancing down, she realized she couldn’t drive in what she was wearing. She swapped her pajama pants for jeans and left on the shirt she’d worn to sleep.
She should put on a bra before she left but there wasn’t time. Every moment felt like a bomb ticking down toward detonation. She tossed a bra in her purse to put on later and then ran to grab both the diaper bag and the baby.
What was she going to do?
Get out of the apartment was number one. Tito had discovered where she lived, somehow.
Virginia should have been far enough from Miami. It obviously wasn’t.
He would always find her. She knew that with certainty.
It was risky since he wasn’t a man who let what he considered his property go easily, but she would have to face him. Tell him to leave her alone, but she had to do that alone. If he knew of Lola’s existence Isabel would never be free.
That meant she had to hide Lola someplace safe until she could deal with Tito. How she’d do that she had no idea but she’d have to figure it out.
She’d also have to make sure he was back in Miami and done with stalking her before it would be safe to bring Lola back here, or to whatever new place she moved to in hopes he wouldn’t find that one.
Dammit, she’d liked this place too. The neighbors were kind and the babysitting was a huge plus. It allowed her to work.
There was no time to think of all that now. She had to find a place to hide Lola.
Some of the girls at the club had kids. Jasmine for one. She’d have to beg to get one of them to take Lola for a little while. Isabel was the new girl at the club, but she had no other options.
With that flimsy plan in mind, she reached for the doorknob and remembered what she’d forgotten.
Food.
The breast pump was already in her tote bag since she carried it with her so she could pump at work during a long shift. But she should grab the bottles she’d already pumped and stored in the fridge for Hannah to give Lola while she was working.
But the breast milk needed to be kept chilled and she didn’t have a cooler.
With the feeling of time being against her, Isabel ran to the kitchen.
Weighed down by the baby on one hip and the diaper bag and her purse hooked tenuously on the opposite shoulder, she reached into a cabinet and grabbed for the balled up plastic grocery bags stowed there.
Ice cubes tossed inside the bag with the bottles would have to be good enough for now. She double bagged her makeshift cooler and then tied off the top.
With her hands full, she somehow managed to get the door open.
Again her heart raced as she peeked into the hallway. If she had less of a burden to carry, she’d consider going out the window and using the fire escape just to avoid running into Tito. In fact, as panic gripped her she did consider it.
No. Too risky. She was carrying too much to climb safely and making two trips would only slow her down.
She pulled the door closed behind her. The car keys were in her purse. If she could get out of her building and to where she’d parked last night without him showing up, they’d be free.
Then she could drive directly to the club. It would be open by now. Who was working? She couldn’t remember. She’d have to park around the back to hide the car and sneak in with the baby in case Tito had discovered where she’d worked as well as where she lived.
She danced under the name Roxy, not her real name, so maybe her place of work was still a secret. Chances were good if he knew about her
After locking and chaining the door, she ran to the bedroom and grabbed the diaper bag. It was big, but not nearly large enough for everything Lola would need for the long term. Even so, Isabel shoved a box of wipes and as many clean diapers as would fit.
In the outside pocket, she wedged in the few clean shirts still in the drawer.
Feeling bad for wrenching Lola from everything familiar to her, she squeezed in her daughter’s favorite stuffed animal.
Glancing down, she realized she couldn’t drive in what she was wearing. She swapped her pajama pants for jeans and left on the shirt she’d worn to sleep.
She should put on a bra before she left but there wasn’t time. Every moment felt like a bomb ticking down toward detonation. She tossed a bra in her purse to put on later and then ran to grab both the diaper bag and the baby.
What was she going to do?
Get out of the apartment was number one. Tito had discovered where she lived, somehow.
Virginia should have been far enough from Miami. It obviously wasn’t.
He would always find her. She knew that with certainty.
It was risky since he wasn’t a man who let what he considered his property go easily, but she would have to face him. Tell him to leave her alone, but she had to do that alone. If he knew of Lola’s existence Isabel would never be free.
That meant she had to hide Lola someplace safe until she could deal with Tito. How she’d do that she had no idea but she’d have to figure it out.
She’d also have to make sure he was back in Miami and done with stalking her before it would be safe to bring Lola back here, or to whatever new place she moved to in hopes he wouldn’t find that one.
Dammit, she’d liked this place too. The neighbors were kind and the babysitting was a huge plus. It allowed her to work.
There was no time to think of all that now. She had to find a place to hide Lola.
Some of the girls at the club had kids. Jasmine for one. She’d have to beg to get one of them to take Lola for a little while. Isabel was the new girl at the club, but she had no other options.
With that flimsy plan in mind, she reached for the doorknob and remembered what she’d forgotten.
Food.
The breast pump was already in her tote bag since she carried it with her so she could pump at work during a long shift. But she should grab the bottles she’d already pumped and stored in the fridge for Hannah to give Lola while she was working.
But the breast milk needed to be kept chilled and she didn’t have a cooler.
With the feeling of time being against her, Isabel ran to the kitchen.
Weighed down by the baby on one hip and the diaper bag and her purse hooked tenuously on the opposite shoulder, she reached into a cabinet and grabbed for the balled up plastic grocery bags stowed there.
Ice cubes tossed inside the bag with the bottles would have to be good enough for now. She double bagged her makeshift cooler and then tied off the top.
With her hands full, she somehow managed to get the door open.
Again her heart raced as she peeked into the hallway. If she had less of a burden to carry, she’d consider going out the window and using the fire escape just to avoid running into Tito. In fact, as panic gripped her she did consider it.
No. Too risky. She was carrying too much to climb safely and making two trips would only slow her down.
She pulled the door closed behind her. The car keys were in her purse. If she could get out of her building and to where she’d parked last night without him showing up, they’d be free.
Then she could drive directly to the club. It would be open by now. Who was working? She couldn’t remember. She’d have to park around the back to hide the car and sneak in with the baby in case Tito had discovered where she’d worked as well as where she lived.
She danced under the name Roxy, not her real name, so maybe her place of work was still a secret. Chances were good if he knew about her
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