Chasing Harlow by Jay McLean EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Authors: Jay McLean
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 3 MB
- Price: Free
Harlow
“Every ending means a new beginning, Harlow.”
Those were the last words my mother said right before she fell asleep in
the passenger’s seat. I wanted to tell her that, sometimes (and especially in
our case), endings weren’t really a choice, so… a new beginning wasn’t
anything to celebrate, let alone get excited about.
Mom stirs, groaning slightly, and within seconds, she’s snoring again.
To say that my mom is tired would be an understatement. Weeks of physical
exhaustion have left her drained. Add that to the emotional turmoil she’s
been drowning in for months, and she’s a barely functioning human, much
less a mother or wife.
I bite back a yawn as I glance up at the rearview mirror, making sure my
dad and his brother, my uncle Roy, are still behind us. Not that they
could’ve gone off track. It’s not as if our surroundings have spoiled us with
choices for turnoffs, especially since my dad’s in his eighteen-wheeler, a
convenient vehicle to own for moving across the state of Texas.
I got stuck driving my mom’s Honda since we had to sell my car to
afford this little thing called life. I told Mom I could drive alone, but she
wanted to be with me “just in case.” A lot of good that did. To be fair to her,
the only other option would be to sit in Dad’s truck with him, but since they
haven’t been into the whole “spending time together” thing for a while now,
that wasn’t even a conversation.
I suppose she could’ve ridden with my uncle Roy, who’s following in
his RV. She could’ve slept a hell of a lot more comfortably in there than
beside me, but I guess no one thought of it. My uncle’s here to help with the
move, and maybe also to make sure my parents don’t kill each other,
especially while I’m around to witness it.
“Your honor,” I’d say, on the stand and under oath. “I heard nothing. I
saw nothing.”
Because I say nothing.
With a heavy sigh, I check the time on the dash—it’s almost 3 p.m.
We’ve been on the road for close to five hours now, and according to my
phone’s GPS, we’re only ten minutes away from our “new beginning.”
Our new home.
Aka, my latest version of hell.
Rowville, Texas is approximately five hours west of Dallas (my
previous version of hell) and about an hour east of Odessa, where my uncle
is from. According to my mom, it’s so small in both size and population that
the only way to get your mail is to go into the general store—which also
doubles as the local drinking hole.
For More Read Download This Book
EPUB