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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “year”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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She shrugged as tears burned her eyes. “You’re pretty observant.”
“Well, I’m pretty. I’m not so sure about being observant though.”
Dakota chuckled through her tears. Leave it to Ezekiel to crack a joke.
There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke again. “Come here, Dakota.”
She turned to find his arms open to her. She scuttled across the floor until they were wrapped right around her.
“You’re the first person I ever brought here since Danny died. It’s been a couple of years,” she said, her words muffled against the fabric of his damp shirt.
“I’m honored you shared this with me.”
She snuggled a little closer to him.
She was sure how long they stood there holding each other. She wasn’t ready for it to end when he pulled away from her.
“We should hit the road, baby,” he encouraged.
She nodded as she wiped a couple stray tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. He threaded his fingers between hers then squeezed her hand with his. Together they locked the door leading to the garage. She watched Ezekiel grab the rusty garage door and yanked it back down into place. Dakota took the combination lock dangling from the hook it was kept on and squatted down. After some pulling and tugging, she lined it up enough to slip the lock into place. She spun the tumbler then stood upright.
They climbed into the cab of the truck without a word. Dakota stared at her house as Ezekiel threw the vehicle into reverse and backed out of the driveway.
As they reached the street, she turned to watch him drive. Something stirred inside her, an emotion she had never felt before. It was stronger than what she had for Danny. Was it this crazy mating bond Zeke claimed they had? She had no idea.
She was certain that if he died too, so would she. She couldn’t live without him.
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The truck was quiet as Nashville faded away in the rear view mirror. Dakota watched the cars as Ezekiel passed by them. He had sort of a lead foot.
His voice disrupted her thoughts. “You know, you can sit next to me. I don’t bite. I might nibble but trust me, you’ll like it.”