Hiding Places (Rochester Trilogy #4) Read Online Skye Warren

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Rochester Trilogy Series by Skye Warren

Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)

A nanny and her brooding, billionaire boss…

Jane and Beau have returned Paige to her mother. They don’t have his niece to take care of anymore. Who are they without their former roles? A man. A woman. And a love that forges a new path for them.

Emily Rochester is done keeping secrets. The shadows in her marriage are written in black and white. It’s about speaking her truth. But when her quiet memoir becomes a media sensation, there’s no hiding from her past. Or her future. The memoir brings up dark memories. And dangerous enemies.

Someone wants Emily silenced. That means Paige is in danger again. Beau and Jane’s hard-won peace is threatened by the very force that brought them together.

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Jane Mendoza

The smells of roasted coffee and warm sugar waft over me as I step inside.

A little bell rings above the door. Dark wood furniture mixes in haphazardly with lumpy cushion chairs. Original paintings from a local artist hang on the walls with handwritten business cards beside them, with an email address and price. It’s quiet in the mid-afternoon.

A woman sits with her young child, the remnants of a muffin split between them on the table. Each of them has a book. There’s a pang of sadness inside me.

That could have been me and Paige.

A man works on his laptop. There’s a thick backpack in the seat opposite him that looks like it must weigh 100 pounds. He brings forth a different kind of envy.

I want that sense of purpose.

The barista looks up from her phone with a friendly smile. She has the kind of wispy red hair and pale, freckled skin that I’ve always admired. A small, scalloped nose ring looks effortlessly cool. “Good morning. What can I get ya?”

I study the large chalkboard menu hanging above us as if this is a more important choice than a drink. “A caramel macchiato,” I say. “Please.”

“Hot or iced?”

I press my lips together. I’m not used to ordering five-dollar lattes. I’m not used to wearing two-hundred-dollar faux fur boots. I’m not used to having a brand-new wardrobe full of perfectly fitting new clothes in every modern style.

There’s a cute retro headband in my hair. When I saw the price tag, I nearly had a heart attack. Beau Rochester doesn’t ask for permission. These clothes simply appear in my closet. No receipt, no bags, no way to send them back.

The only thing I can do is wear them.

“Iced,” I finally say.

She takes my money and then gestures toward a counter where I can wait. Her hands work efficiently at the silver levers on a complicated machine. Big rumbly sounds erupt along with a frothy drink. Someone else comes in and before they’ve even made it to the counter, the barista grins at them. “The usual?” she asks.

“God, yes,” the woman says, juggling a large tote and a toddler. “How’s Benny?”

“Same old,” the barista says.

“Well, tell him if he ever wants a job he is always welcome at the bakery. For that matter, you should come work for me too, Simone.”

Simone, that’s her name.

This isn’t the kind of establishment where she has a name tag on her green apron. This is the kind of place where everyone already knows her name, where she knows everyone’s order without them having to read a chalkboard menu.

In some ways, I fit into this new world. I have money now, and clothes that fit, but I still don’t belong. When my drink is ready, I wave my thanks and find a small table in the corner.

My tote bag contains college applications. Not one, not two.

There are over fifty in this massive stack.

I can’t decide where I want to go so I figured I’d let the colleges decide for me. Fifty applications, loads of essays. It’s a lot. Too much, even. But it’s a distraction that I need. A project to keep my heart from breaking now that I don’t get to see Paige every single minute.

The first one is a small private college in upstate Maine.

Name one person who influenced you.

My mind immediately flies to Beau, the man who rescued me, the man I rescued in return.

I also think of Noah, my friend from the foster home. He helped me more than I can repay.

In the end, it’s Paige that I write about. An anonymous little girl who started off as a nanny job but ended up stealing my heart. I lose myself in the paperwork and drain my drink down to the ice cubes. I don’t realize how much time has passed.

The bell over the door tinkles. A shadow blocks the light.

“What can I get ya?” the barista asks, the same way she asked me. This person is also a stranger. Except when I look up, he’s familiar.

Beau Rochester orders a large coffee, black.

He sits down across from me before it’s ready. “Any good ones?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, but it’s not exactly an agreement.

He doesn’t think I should apply to 50 schools. He wants me to apply to my dream school. That’s it. I always thought that if I went to college anywhere, it would be in Texas. The University of Texas at Austin has an amazing social work division. Plus, it made the most sense location wise. The in-state tuition would have been the most affordable. So I built my visions of college around wearing burnt orange.

Dreams change. Beau taught me that. Paige taught me that too.

I can’t imagine being so far away from her. More than that, I can’t imagine taking Beau so far away from her. He doesn’t want me to compromise, but it isn’t a compromise to stay in Maine.