The Hail You Say

By: Lani Lynn Vale
Get out!

He yelled those words at the love of his life twelve years ago, and to this day, Reed Hail regrets them. He’s always been the type of person to speak before he thinks, and apologies have never come easy.

It’s been over a decade since she was his, and he stubbornly thinks that he can keep on living without her.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

The last thing he needs is her vagina anywhere near his exam table. But nobody ever asks him what he wants.

Maybe he should’ve gone into the auto-recovery business after all.

I hate you.

Krisney Shaw would take those words back in a heartbeat if she could. In fact, she would take back everything.

Never meeting him would be the perfect place to start. The memory of Reed Hail haunts her—morning, noon, and night. Then, to add insult to injury, she has to see him being happy while she’s breaking a little more inside every single day.

Reed Hail is her worst nightmare because she’s constantly reminded of exactly what she’s missing—the other half of her soul.

Just when she thinks things can’t get worse, she’s sees his sexy face over the top of her paper gown, and she’s lost all over again.

Don’t ever let me go.

Both Reed and Krisney are determined to avoid each other. They do a great job of it, too… Not.

One ill-timed gynecological exam changes everything. One single second in time shows Reed what he’s missing—literally and figuratively—and suddenly he’s back at square one.

The only problem with being back at square one? He won’t be able to leave her a second time.

Especially since the first time around he didn’t have a child with her to consider.





Prologue


I have no idea what I’m doing.

-Krisney every single day of her life

Krisney

I closed my eyes, prayed that he’d leave, and started counting.

One.

He ran his fingers through my hair.

They were sticky.

Two.

I smelled something that was unmistakable. There was no other thing that it could be, and my stomach rolled as the sticky substance was dragged onto my face.

Three.

I would’ve shuddered, but then that would’ve let him know that I was awake, and that wouldn’t end up well for me.

An eternity later, I got to one hundred, and cried when he walked out the door.

Sometimes it was like that.

There were days when he’d just come and sit, watching me squirm.

Well, at least that’s what it felt like.

I had a feeling he didn’t know that he woke me every time he walked into my room.

There was this sort of sixth sense that I started to have when this all started.

I couldn’t begin to tell you how long it’d been going on.

A while.

I couldn’t remember exactly how long, really.

I had no clue that the next day my life would totally change or that I’d fall head over heels in love with a Hail.

It was only twelve hours later when I met the boy that would change my life.

Though, it’d be another two years before I realized what he meant to me.

Two minutes after that second meeting to make me fall in love with him.

And thirty seconds after that to know that I couldn’t live without him.





Chapter 1


What if I have a child that’s allergic to dogs and I have to get rid of the child?

-Reed to his mother

Reed

14 years ago

The first time I saw her, I nearly fell out of my truck.

I remembered it like it was yesterday.

She was wearing a pale lavender top, short—and when I say short, I mean that if she bent over I'd see her underwear—khaki shorts. A pair of simple black flip flops from Old Navy—the ones that are a dollar on sale every other week—and she had her hair up in a ponytail with the length of the ponytail braided down to her bra strap.

Her long, strawberry blonde hair seemed to shimmer and shine under the street lamp, and I wanted to touch it. Wrap my fingers around the length and bring it up to my nose to smell.

We met because her best friend and my friend wanted to meet. Each of us had tagged along, neither of us realizing that we were about to have our lives changed forever.

“Come on,” Drake said. “It’s time to go.”

I rolled my eyes and walked with my friend out to my truck. And it was my truck, because if it was his, I knew that I wouldn’t get a say so in what time we left.

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