Romancing the readers is so happy to be hosting a exclusive excerpt for "Falling For Owen" by Jennifer Ryan. This is the second book in The McBrides Series. Here is the next installment of the exclusive excerpt tour Excerpt 7 I will be reviewing "Falling For Owen" on April 21st. Please try to stop back.
Owen woke out of a restless sleep the second the phone rang. The clock read twelve forty-seven. Good news never came this late at night. He hoped this didn’t have anything to do with Shannon, his trouble-prone client. He wished he knew why women stayed in bad situations instead of walking away and never looking back. Shannon had a tendency to waffle under pressure. She’d given her husband far too many chances to prove he wasn’t worth a single one of them.
He hoped she hadn’t listened to whatever sob story Dale conjured to elicit her sympathy, only to draw her in close again. Close enough to hurt her.
Owen grabbed the phone on the second ring. “McBride.”
“Owen, are you okay? He said he hurt you. You have to be all right. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
The last part set off an alarm in his head. Wasn’t the first time she’d set it off either.
“Shannon, slow down. What are you talking about? I’m fine.”
“Dale. He came by, drunk and belligerent as always. Yelling about seeing us together and you taking me away from him.”
Owen raked his fingers through his hair and sat up on the side of the bed, naked and frustrated. Mostly because his bed was empty, but also because his client’s never-ending saga with her ex-husband continued to drag him into her life. He cared about all his clients in some respect, but she’d taken the job he did and the protection it provided her and made it into something more. She’d never quite crossed the line and pushed him for anything, but her reliance on him grew more and more each time they met. He needed some space.
“Where is he now?”
“He left when I refused to open the door and threatened to call the cops.”
Well, at least she’d gotten that part right this time. In the past, she had opened the door and gotten yelled at and worse. She’d seen the inside of an emergency room more times than he’d like to count because of her ex.
“Good job. Never open the door to him. He disobeyed the restraining order. I’ll contact the police and let them know.”
“So, he didn’t hurt your girlfriend?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Her audible exhale of relief sent up another red flag. Still, he didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. He hadn’t dated anyone in nearly a year. God, had it been that long? His many restless nights confirmed the unhappy truth.
Another call came in on his line. “Hold on, Shannon. I’ve got another call.”
He clicked the talk button to switch lines. “McBride.”
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