A Man To Hold On To (A Tallgrass Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
Jessy squinted at the clock, but the numbers were blurry, dancing before her grit-filled eyes. Her mouth tasted like grit, too, and her head was pounding. Again. The sunlight creeping into the room at the edges of the window blinds seemed brighter than it should have been for six forty-five a.m. Shoving her fingers through her hair, she sat up in bed and checked the clock again. Holy crap, it was 7:53. She launched out of bed and nearly lost her balance, her legs wobbling, her arms windmilling. Before the wave of nausea had passed, she was moving again, grabbing a dress from the closet, clean underwear from the dresser, yanking her pajamas off as she stumbled into the bathroom. It was the quickest put-together she’d ever done: clothes, shoes, makeup, hair, teeth brushed, in five minutes. She didn’t have time for a cup of coffee, but she could mainline the stuff at work, and food would have to wait until her midmorning break. Grabbing her purse, she sailed out the door and down the steps, then practically ran to the bank.
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