BooksBarbecue
Back Sweet Surrender Save as PDF
Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

With a sigh, I press play.

Then I listen.

And then my world goes black.

Then red.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

Gizmo

No. He’s my everything.

Her voice breaks as she says it and my heart cracks wide open.

There was such conviction in those words that were absent in the ones she told Nathaniel.

No. He’s my everything.

Those words repeat in my head as I walk into Josie’s Java, and despite protests from the barista at the cash register, I head straight to the back.

I may be impatient as fuck, but I wait for Josie to notice me. The brief conversations we’ve had in passing over the past few months were enough for me to know this might not be the easiest of conversations.

She has always had Hendrix’s back, and I doubt this time will be any different.

Josie’s eyes widen when she sees me standing in her kitchen. Her eyebrows lift and her posture stiffens. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” Sarcasm drips from her lips.

I don’t have time for small talk. “The bakery has a sign up. It says ‘closed for a few days.’”

“That’s the great part about owning your own business, right? Setting your own hours.”

“Where is she?”

Josie crosses her arms, already on the defensive. “If she wanted you to know, she would have told you.”

My smile is tight, unforgiving. “Josie, I—I screwed up. Plain. Simple. Truth. I fucked up big time, and I’m worried about my wife. I need to find her and make sure she’s okay.”

“She’s fine. She’s okay. She doesn’t want to see you.”

I clench my jaw. “I need to see it for myself.”

She stares at me, expression unreadable. “Why?”

A simple question with the most complicated answer I’ve ever had to give. So much so that the words clog in my throat before I finally force them out.

“Because I love her.” Four words that have never been more accurate. “I love her, and she needs to know that.”

Josie’s expression softens, a quiet sound slipping from her lips.

“Please?” I ask, barely holding myself together.

She exhales. I can see her struggle with betraying her friend. “She went home. To her mom’s.”

“Thank you.” Relief surges through me but then I realize, I have no idea where home is. “Josie, do you know where that might be?”

“I do.” She picks up her phone and scrolls through presumably her contacts to look for it. “And when you get back from groveling for her to take you back, you’re going to repay me the favor.”

“Sure. Anything.” Just give me the fucking address.

“A social media post about the café would be great.”

She holds up the address for Sandra Wright, and I quickly enter the information into my contacts. I look up and meet her eyes. “You got it.”