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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Trusted

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Forgiven

  Touched Series #2

  VICKI GREEN

  Forgiven

  Touched Series #2

  VICKI GREEN

  ‘You can’t always protect the one you love’

  ‘But you can forgive them’

  Bo Dunway’s young life has been fortunate. His parents are wealthy, and they provided him and his sister a loving environment growing up. He’s never wanted for much, but he has a heart of gold. With his good grades and basketball scholarship, he’s able to attend a prominent college, but he doesn’t want to live out of state. He can’t bear the thought of leaving behind the one thing he loves more than basketball. Stormy Reece.

  Stormy Reece grew up in the most unusual conditions. Meeting Bo and his family was the best thing that ever happened to her. They met behind the Mexican Restaurant he and his family frequented when he was seven, and she was five. Her single mother worked there most days and nights so Stormy was always there hanging out in the kitchen or in the back alley. Without a father figure in her life, she rebelled in her late teens. She went to parties with the friends she had made that were horrible influences, stayed out till all hours of the night and worried her mother sick.

  Bo and Stormy became inseparable until he reluctantly left for college. He promised he’d never leave her. She believed him. Never again will she trust anyone but herself. He knew from the moment he saw her that he was going to marry her one day. Being forced to attend a college away from his home town, his promising career hangs in the balance as his concentration is only on one thing. Stormy.

  Will Bo follow his dreams or his heart and will they ever be able to live out their dream of being together?

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Vicki Green Copyright 2014©

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form with authorization of the Author Vicki Green©

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  *Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18+.

  “You can’t have true, unconditional love without forgiveness. Vicki reminds us of that and then some. She can tell a heart wrenching story like no other. Bo & Stormy will touch your heart and make you laugh and cry. I love Bo! You will not be disappointed!” - Jasmine Cardi

  “I really enjoy reading Vicki Green’s work it’s always intense and the guys are soooo smexy, you just wish you could reach through the pages and get your hands on them LOL. I can’t wait to read the next book, I have already asked Vicki about it and am so siked to see what she has in store for us next!! - LadyAmbers Reviews

  “This is a must read. You will not be disappointed. Once I started, there was no putting it down.” – Joy Whiteside

  “I absolutely loved Forgiven, you can add another mind-blowing book to the list! Vicki is a phenomenal author and never disappoints.” – Ashley Grimes

  “Another phenomenal book by Vicki that will completely melt your heart.” – Quimataz Quimataz

  “Emotional roller-coaster of fabulousness! Love this book….great read!” – Faith Godard

  Dedication

  As always, to my loving husband (of 18 years) and my two sons, Charles (CJ) and Cole. Thank you so much for all your support as I started my writing journey almost a year ago, your love and patience of my endless hours of my writing, pot luck dinners and all your support when I go to signings. You fill my heart with love and happiness and for that I’ll always be truly grateful.

  To those who are with their childhood sweethearts, found your love or have yet to find them, may you find this story a remembrance of that, find hope that your love is out there for you or just be taken away, for a short time, in experiencing Stormy and Bo’s undying love and find some happiness in their story.

  Prologue

  Sometimes being oblivious is bliss, but sometimes it causes you to miss things that later in life you should have stopped. Things that would make even a grown man cry. Things that would make you want to commit murder. I should have stopped it. I should have stopped him. Why was I so blind? Why was I so selfish? Because I was out for one thing; to be successful. If only I had been around. If only I’d stayed there so this wouldn’t have happened. Had I stopped him, she wouldn’t be the way she was now. She would have made something out of herself and be the person I know she could be. She deserved more. More from life. More from me.

  I loved her and I let her down…. so many times. I will never forgive myself. Never. But I’ve already forgiven her. She just doesn’t know it, yet.

  Chapter One

  It’s getting harder and harder to concentrate on my studies when all I can think about is Stormy. With only a few months left before I graduate, I wish I knew what I could do to find her. Where is she? Is she okay? She’s been missing for over a month now and no one seems to know where she is. I’m really worried. When was the last time we talked? I shiver when my mind thinks back. A year. Can it be that long? Damn! Leaning back in my chair, clasping my hands behind my head, my mind wanders back to the time when we first met.

  “Wanna hep me build a sand castel?” It was such an odd sight, seeing a little girl in an alley beside the Mexican restaurant. Leaning against the brick wall, I cross my arms over my skinny build and watch her. She’s filthy, playing in a small sandbox at the far end of the alley, the sand all caked in her long dark hair, smudged on her face and under her fingernails. Why would her parents let her be out here by herself? “Com’on. Come hep me.” Shrugging my shoulders I walk over, get down on my knees and start to smooth the sand into a heap. My eyes can’t help but look over at her, but they shy away when her eyes move to mine. Her long dark eyelashes almost cover her light green eyes completely but not enough that I didn’t notice the sparkle in them or what an unusual shade of green they are. Ok. So she’s kind of cute. For a girl.

  I’m broken out of my memories from my phone ringing. Unknown. Hmmm. “Hello?” Silence. “Is anyone there?” Silence. “Look, I’m gonna hang up if y
ou don’t….”

  “Bo.” My heart begins beating fast as I hear the voice I haven’t heard in such a long time only it’s different now.

  “Stormy? Stormy, is that you?” Silence again except I can hear her ragged breathing. “Stormy, you’re scaring me. What is it, what’s wrong? Where are you?”

  I’m alarmed when I hear a little cry. “I’m…. I’m not sure. I…. I think I’m….”

  My phone beeps indicating there’s another call trying to come through. Pulling the phone away from my ear I look at the screen. Mom. I place the phone against my ear, quickly, “Stormy. Don’t hang up. Stay on the line. I’ll be right back, I promise.” I click over to Mom, almost yelling, “MOM! I can’t talk….”

  “Bo. Bo, listen to me. It’s Stormy…. Her mom just passed away. Bo?” My hand lowers the phone, my arm straightening and I just leave it there, in a daze. Celia? Dead? “BO!” Shaking my head, I bring the phone back up to my ear.

  “Mom? Celia died? How? When? Wait!” Damn, I forgot Stormy was on the other line. I click over but get a dial tone. She’s gone. Sighing I click back over to Mom. “Mom. Stormy was on the other line and now she’s gone.” Mom starts crying, and I have no idea what to do to. I need to find Stormy. “Mom, I’m on my way home. Tell Dad.” I click the phone and throw it on my desk. Scrambling around my room, I begin throwing clothes into my small bag. I run over to my laptop and send a mass email to my teachers and coach, telling them an emergency has come up, and I’ll be gone for awhile. I ask them to forward all assignments to my email, and I will catch up as soon as I can. Then as I stand I freeze. How will I find her? Looking at my phone again I find her call, in the log, and the unknown number and hit ‘dial’. It rings and rings and I’m about to hang up, contemplating how I will ever find her, when it stops. I pull it away and it shows it’s still connected. “Stormy?” Nothing. My heart is caught in my throat when I hear a sniff and a muffled cry. “Stormy. Thank God. Can you tell me what’s around you? Help me find you, baby.”

  A whimper sounds in my ear, my heart breaks and my body tight in alert. “Sandbox.”

  I hear a crash and the line goes dead. Sandbox. Shit! She’s in the alley by the restaurant that’s been closed for years. Grabbing my bag, I walk out my door, locking it behind me and run to my car. I only hope she stays put until I get there. Just another millionth time I wish I wasn’t in a school out of town, but thank God, it’s only an hour away. I drive the car like a bat outta hell and finally, I’m on the highway. My mind once again fades back at another memory as I stare at the open road in front of me.

  “Damn, Stormy! When did you grow up and get breasts and a girly figure?” I smirk as she gives me her famous eye roll, with her hand on her hip, and I notice how much more beautiful she is since we last saw each other. What has it been? A year now? A whole year has gone by and I remember when I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her, not even for a day.

  “Whatever, Bo. I could say to you how much buffer you are now. Looks like someone’s been working out. You’re not the string bean I remember.” She laughs while cocking an eyebrow at me, trying to act all tough, her emerald eyes glistening in the sunlight and her teeth extremely white against the deep tan of her skin. The summer has been good to her.

  It only takes me two big strides to reach her, my arms around her quickly and pulling her close to me. The smell of honeysuckle from the small backyard of the apartment building she lives in with her mom, enveloping me. My lips press against hers. Her breathing begins to accelerate as I lick her bottom lip, her mouth parting slightly and my tongue not hesitating to go exploring. A small moan leaves her luscious mouth, traveling into mine as my hand finds out just how big her breasts have grown, my hand kneading one over her bra and my thumb rubbing over her nipple. Damn, she’s fine.

  Her small hands push against my chest, and I release her mouth with some difficulty, my arm moving back around her when I look down into her beautiful eyes. I’ve always been so much taller than her, me with my six feet-three inches and her at five-five. But I like being bigger, more powering than her and her tiny frame.

  She smiles shyly, why I don’t know. Even though it’s been a year we’d been stuck like glue for most of our young lives. We had only kissed before now, a little touching and her breasts were definitely smaller the last time we’d been together. We stare into each other’s eyes for a beat longer then she raises on her tiptoes, her mouth crashes against mine and my heart takes off, beating a mile a minute as our lips press harder, our kissing becoming frenzied.

  “Ahem.” We both step back quickly and turn our heads. Celia is standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, foot tapping but she has a big smile on her face. My eyes move to Stormy and catch her rolling her eyes.

  “Mom! A little fair warning would have been nice. I thought you were at work,” Stormy mimics Celia’s stance, pushing up those large breasts even higher with her arms underneath them.

  I check the clock on the radio and notice I only have about another twenty minutes before hitting town so my foot presses down on the accelerator harder. I have to get to her. Damn, I hope she’s still there. Once I see the familiar streets I turn off onto a road that I haven’t been down in so many years, but I remember it well. I become a little nervous as I park beside the curb next to the alley but my anxiousness pushes me out of the car. The alley is unkempt as I walk through, kicking cans and trash out of my way as my eyes scan for Stormy. I stop abruptly when I get closer to the end, the old sandbox still there but almost unrecognizable all covered in muck, trash and dirt. My head snaps over to the back corner when I hear a sniff and a whimper and I immediately take off in a run.

  My heart breaks when I find her huddled in the corner. Her long, wavy black hair is a tangled mess, her legs and bare feet covered in dirt as well as her arms that are covering her face. Squatting down in front of her I get prepared for her to bolt as soon as she sees me but instead one of her arms uncovers her equally dirty face, and she’s in my arms immediately. “Oh, Bo!” she cries and begins sobbing into my chest. There are no words spoken, I simply stand with her in my arms and carry her to my car. Once I get her buckled in her seat, I run around the front of the car and hop into the driver seat. It’s only a fifteen minute drive to my house from here and as I drive I contemplate calling Mom and Dad but I really don’t want to in front of Stormy since she’s so upset. By the time I get to the front gate and punch in the code, I look over at her, and I see she’s sound asleep. Once I’ve driven up the winding road and parked in the circle driveway, I get out of the car and stop when the front door opens. My parents are running down the wrap around porch steps and I quickly put my finger over my lips. They slow down, nodding at me, and I continue over to Stormy’s door. I ignore Mom’s gasp when I open the door, unfasten Stormy’s seatbelt and lift her into my arms. She doesn’t even stir as I turn around and head to the house, my parents hot on our heels.

  “Put her in the room she used to stay in, Bo. Bea just changed the sheets recently,” Mom whispers and I move towards the winding stairs, climbing them as fast as I can and enter her old bedroom. As I lay her gently on the bed, she stirs a little but never opens her eyes and I turn to Mom.

  “Can you get me a bowl with some warm water and a wash cloth, please?”

  She nods and walks over, kissing me on my cheek as she rubs my arm and I have to try to hold my tears back. Now’s the time to be strong. Now’s the time to be here for Stormy, something I wish I had been able to do for her. I sit down on the bed beside her and look at the doorway where Dad is standing. He gives me a small smile and leaves. Mom rushes in from the bathroom and sets down, on the nightstand, a bowl of water with a wash cloth sitting in the middle of it and looks at me with her own sad smile.

  “Do you want me to clean her up? You know I would be happy to,” she asks sadly.

  I simply shake my head and look back at Stormy, b
ut I hear Mom close the door quietly when she leaves. Taking the wash cloth from the bowl and wringing it out, I carefully pick up her arm and start cleaning it. She never moves as I continue washing her other arm, her legs, and her feet. I get up and take the bowl to the bathroom, dumping the filthy water into the tub and then refilling it with clean warm water. Once I sit down again I begin working on her face but stop cold when the dirt I remove around her right eye reveals a dark purple bruise on the eye lid and around the corner and continuing underneath. I close my eyes as all my emotions overtake me. Sadness, heartache, then anger and I become so pissed off that I want to hit something. I’m almost tempted to get up and slam my fist into the nearest wall when I hear her sigh. My eyes open and look down to her beautiful green eyes that are staring at me. I try to think quickly of what to say. I’m coming up with nothing but then her mouth opens, and I don’t have to say anything.