All My Heart (Count On Me Book 4) Read Free

of her.
    There was a time last year right before Belle and I got back together that I was worried about her and Eric. Hell, if I’m honest I was fucking paranoid about the two of them long before that. It’s because I knew deep down I cared about her and the idea of her with someone else, someone who gets her better tha n I ever could; it scared the hell out of me.
    Him saying what he did in the text would have set me off huge then, but Eric and her, they aren’t like that and with the way he is with his actual girlfriend, it’s just something I know I’ll never have to worry about. He’ll take care of Belle the way he says because she’s his best friend. Period.
    Thank God for Amelia Evans. One less thing I need to worry about.
    Despite my every attempt to not freak the fuck out when another guy even glances in her direction, it’s happened a lot and it’s another reason I didn’t want to take off and leave her alone to come here. She’s not like everyone else, but that’s what makes her so fucking perfect. People; guys in particular would be blind not to see that and with me so far away, I won’t be able to stop it if it happens.
    I may trust her , but that doesn’t mean I trust anyone else. Which means I’m not all that different than I was before I even got with her.
    I’m still an insecure jerk.
    “Cadence said she’s cool with going to check on Belle when her mom picks her up. She still staying at your place?”
    “Yeah. It’s the only way she could get me to leave.”
    “You’ve really got it bad, you know that?”
    “This from the guy that went to get beat on because the girl he loves rejected him to do something nice.”
    “Shut up. It’s different.”
    “No Dill, it’s exactly the same. We’ve both got it bad and if this was happening to you, I know for a fact you wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
    “You’re righ t. So why are you?”
    “It’s where she needs me to be.”
     
    Belle
     
    When I picked my courses, the ones that would lead me to be able to work with Special Needs kids, I went a bit overboard.
    Where a lot of the people I graduated with didn’t know what path they were going to take, I knew mine down to the letter. It had to be that way because it’s the way I am. It’s one of my issues. Planning, having a set routine, it’s exactly the same as it was in high school.
    The location may change and so might the people but the end result is identical. In order to succeed, my being comfortable with the routine is essential.
    There was only one class that I wanted to take that had nothing to do with where I see myself in the future. It was a class strictly for me because I enjoy doing it and it’s that class I’m about to go into now.
    So far today, I’ve managed to make it through three classes without completely melting down, even though the lighting almost drove me to it a few times. Over the last year, I’ve managed to get even better with redirecting myself, so the minute it started to be a problem, I did everything I could to stop it.
    Getting acquainted with all of the bathrooms this early may seem weird to anyone else, but it’s something that soothed me. I needed to know that should I need it, I had a safety place where I could collect myself away from the prying and judgmental eyes of others.
    Sure, this isn’t high school anymore and I don’t have to fear Amy, Charlotte and the others, but this might be even more nerve racking because everything is so unknown.
    Wa lking into the class and finding a seat in a back row closest to the door, I settle in and give myself a mental pat on the back for making it this far without an incident. It’s in that moment when I finally start believing this might be easier than I thought, everything changes.
    I feel the breeze from the door being swung open first and turning toward it, a guy comes through, about my height and thinner than the other guys I’ve seen today. His buzzed head is lowered so far to the