Charged by Jay Crownover
Series: Saints of Denver #2
May 24, 2016
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I’m pretty certain Jay Crownover was a therapist in a previous life. At the very least her characters and the stories she gives them are my therapy. I’ve connected with every single word I’ve ever read of hers. Avett and Quaid’s journey to love and happiness was no different.
I was so connected and became so invested in Avett and her journey to not only love but self-discovery that I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat as to what she would do next. Hoping she would find her way with Quaid.
If you are a die-hard fan of Jay’s like I am and read every book as it’s published, then you remember our hero and heroine from previous books. And let’s be honest, these two characters were not favorites or ones I would have voted to get their own story. Avett was this annoying punk kid who came off as a know-it-all with no respect for anyone. Quaid came off as this douche up-tight know-it-all with no respect for women… I mean… these were no likeable characters.
But let me tell you, Jay not only knows how to redeem the characters who you know are lost but she also knows how to bring opposites together in such a way that it actually doesn’t make since for them not to be together.
When I got to the end of Built and knew these characters were getting their story next I became so intrigued that I was obsessing counting down until I could get lost in what I knew would be an epic journey!
And it WAS! It KILLED! Avett and Quaid’s story was beyond what I expected! Once again Jay Crownover’s has written characters that felt so real in a story that was soul-touching!
I blew out a breath and felt that bottom I had careened onto reach up to embrace me even tighter. “It is what it is. I’ve let both my folks down a lot over the last few years but getting caught up with a guy that would rob the bar, a guy who could threaten my dad’s people.” I shook my head. “I deserve to rot.”
I was being overly dramatic but that’s how I felt. I deserved to sit in jail and so much worse than that. Self-pity was good company down here at rock bottom and I wasn’t ready to let go of the warmth it provided just yet.
He gave me a look I couldn’t read and headed for the door. “I’ll call your parents for you and see if we can have something in place before tomorrow. Working on your case will be a lot easier for both of us if you aren’t incarcerated. Remember, you need to listen to me, Ms. Walker. That’s the first rule in all of this.”
Panic hit me like a truck. What if he called my dad and my dad told him he’d had enough of his problematic daughter and her endless nonsense? What if he couldn’t love me anymore? Jail I could survive; losing my father for good, well, it would be the end of me.
Without thinking I jumped to my feet, which had the chains on both my hands and my legs rattling loudly, and two uniformed officers hurried into the room. I was about to make maybe the worst decision to date but I couldn’t stop the words from sliding off my tongue.
“Don’t call my dad!” Recklessness, thy name was Avett Walker.
The attorney turned around and looked at me like I had grown a second head. He didn’t say anything as the officers moved to either side of me and told me to calm down.
“You can’t call my dad.” The words sounded as panicked and as desperate as I felt on the inside.
His broad shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug like he really couldn’t give a shit that he was about to ruin my life…which was saying a hell of a lot considering where I was.
“I have to.” He sounded bored and impatient with my outburst.
I narrowed my eyes at him, and that vortex of awful, which I always seemed to be smack dab in the center of, started to spin faster and faster around me.
“Then you’re fired.” I saw the cops exchange a look and my rushed words had the blond man turning fully back around to look at me. “I don’t want your help. I don’t want anything from you.”
Finally, there was something other than indifference in his gaze. There was surprise, maybe a hint of admiration colliding with a huge splash of humor in the pale depths.
“Sorry, Ms. Walker, but you didn’t hire me, so that means you don’t get to fire me.” That grin of his, which should be registered as a deadly weapon, flashed across his face again as he watched me, and then he was gone.