Finding Love: Incident at the Candy Apple (At the Candy Apple Series Book 2)

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Authors: Elodie Parkes
night.”
    Jake checked his front door was locked for the second time, and grinning at his obsessive action, he wandered to his own bedroom, and pulled off his clothes to take a shower.
    He flopped onto his bed with his damp towel still around his waist. He stared at the ceiling as morning broke and strips of light crept around the blind on his window.
    His eyes closed as he recalled Ellie’s kisses and her sexy body against his at the club.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Ellie showered and changed. She repacked her duffle bag with the evening dress and shoes she’d worn to the club. The dress was a favorite and she’d fix the tear in it that Tyler had made. She pushed her few toiletries into the side pocket and snapped the fastening closed. She stared at the bed Jake had made up for her and wished she could slip between those crisp white sheets, but she had to leave. Tyler had found her and she could never live in the apartment she’d leased on a monthly basis again. He’d be back. She didn’t understand it, but there it was. Ellie felt she’d never be free of him. She sat on the end of the bed and waited for a half hour.
    Regretfully, she sneaked out of Jake’s apartment carrying all her stuff as best she could, and thankful the duffle bag had roller wheels for when she got to the street. Tears threatened at the back of her eyes. Jake was a sweetheart and she’d enjoyed being with him. If she could, she’d stay and get to know him better. He appealed to her in so many ways.
    She took a cab to her apartment block and ducked around the back to the communal parking lot. Once safely inside her SUV she took a deep breath, started the engine, and drove away. Maybe because she was tired, or maybe because Jake really had touched her heart as they’d kissed and fucked at the club, she clearly pictured his handsome face. Regret flooded her mind.
    She turned into the main street. In her rear view mirror, she saw a man running along the sidewalk a little distance behind her. The shape of him, the way he ran, told her it was Tyler. He’d not gone away or he’d come back again. Good lord, is he trying to catch up with my car? He’s lost his mind for sure. Ellie stepped on it. She swung her SUV into a side street she knew would take her to the bridge quicker, since there’d be no commuter traffic at that time on a Sunday morning.
     
    * * * *
     
    As Ellie burned rubber and hit the highway to go up state, Tyler, her former boyfriend, became her late former boyfriend as he took his chances crossing behind a bus that shifted from the overtaking lane on the main street to let an ambulance pass as its siren began screaming.
    The ambulance hit Tyler full on. He flew through the air and glanced off an oncoming garbage truck.
    The paramedics tried to keep him alive. They cursed, and swore to each other that they couldn’t have avoided him as they worked hard to revive him. “He ran out without warning.” The garbage truck drivers agreed. They stayed by the roadside to await a police vehicle and report what they’d seen and done. The paramedics took both Tyler and their current charge to the hospital and as they hurtled along one of them called the cops to meet them there. The man they were taking to hospital lived. Tyler was DOA.
    Ellie didn’t know this of course, and she drove on until she couldn’t drive any more, and she pulled into a motel.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jake didn’t wake up until midday. As he turned over and checked his cell phone for the time, he remembered Ellie was in the next room. It brought a smile to his face. He saw the time and leapt out of bed. The towel dropped to the floor and he scooped it up. He ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water onto his face. He cleaned his teeth, and then ran his hands through his hair. He dragged on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
    He made coffee and put waffles to toast. They were frozen but not bad if you loaded them with fresh strawberries. He poured orange juice and warmed

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