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    Trusting the Truth 3: A Faith In Love Series, #3
    Trusting the Truth 3: A Faith In Love Series, #3
    Trusting the Truth 3: A Faith In Love Series, #3
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    Trusting the Truth 3: A Faith In Love Series, #3

    By Bre Simone

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    Darius has tried to come to terms with the truth, yet fear still grips him every time he wants to confess to Ebony. But things come to a head when Tasia has had enough of him pretending like she doesn't exist. With Dina's help, she discovers where Darius and Ebony are going to be and makes an appearance. With the truth laid out, will Darius and Ebony survive?

    And what's going on between Dina and Oman? Has their plan to sever Ebony and Darius's relationship given them more in common than just wanting Ebony for themselves?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBre Simone
    Release dateSep 24, 2018
    ISBN9781386886426
    Trusting the Truth 3: A Faith In Love Series, #3

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      Trusting the Truth 3 - Bre Simone

      One

      Darius

      Icouldn't be sure how long ago I'd gone to bed, but the tossing back and forth felt like forever. I couldn't get comfortable, and the thoughts that dwelled in my mind didn't make it easy to find solace with the lights off. I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling, wondering why it was taking me so long to simply close my eyes and doze off. My body felt tired, and my eyelids were heavy, yet there I was, unable to relax and let slumber claim me.

      I sighed as I thought of yesterday's conversation with Ebony. How we'd prayed on the phone together over our insecurities and worries. And how I lied right to her both then and at church earlier that day. I'd dug a deep hole for myself in order to keep her protected from the truth, as well as to keep her by my side. I was afraid that with the discovery of what I'd done in the past, she would want nothing to do with me.

      This fear only made partial sense to the rational part of my brain. Ebony was a church-going woman. Surely, she was forgiving as well, and I should have confessed to her before I'd compounded the problem with my lie by omission.

      Would she be willing to forgive both my past actions as well as my lie, or had I made everything much too complicated? And the longer I waited, the worse it was going to be when she ultimately discovered the truth.

      Staying here in bed wasn't going to help matters, but it was much too late to go over to her place or call. I needed a good distraction, someone to talk to or just something to get my mind away from things so that I could lull it into a false sense of security.

      I rolled over and glanced at the flashing numbers of my clock. 11:07. Not too late, but it meant I'd spent almost an hour and a half, rolling back and forth across the mattress.

      Knowing of nothing else to do this late at night, I decided that going out for a small drink wouldn't hurt. It had been a while since I'd treated myself to such a vice, but I'd already trained myself not to let it get a hold on me. I'd already endured too many bad experiences that came with inebriation, and I wasn't at all interested in playing out repeat performances. Thankfully, the place I had in mind was owned by someone I trust, and he knew not to let me get in over my head again.

      I switched off my alarm and headed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. It sounded deathly quiet outside as I slid the window open to let some air in. It almost felt like a sin to disturb it with my presence, but I wasn't going to be able to get a good night's sleep otherwise, and it was a small price the world was going to have to pay for me to find some solace.

      I dried off my face and took a good look at myself to see if there were any signs of exhaustion. Perhaps a little red around the eyes, but I was sure it would clear up soon, once I got out and started driving. I scratched at the stubble on my chin but decided that there was no need to shave. I wasn't going out to impress anyone tonight, which meant I didn't have to look my best. I only had one plan in mind, and that was to forget my troubles.

      I chose a simple shirt and jeans to wear from the back of my closet, and I put a decent jacket over it—just in case the night air got a bit chilly. Sneakers would have to do instead of my usual black shoes, and a cap on my head would keep me anonymous. I just wanted some time to myself and my thoughts and not to be harassed by anyone from around town who might recognize me.

      I closed everything and double checked that the doors and windows were locked before I closed my apartment door behind me. My steps sounded thunderous in the hallway and down the stairs, and I wondered just which of my neighbors were still up this late. And if they were, would they bother opening the door to see what the noise was all about? I wanted to avoid having to explain myself. I just wanted to sneak away and be alone with my thoughts without having anyone else wondering if I was okay.

      I managed to make it outside without any hassle, and I was greeted with a quiet town. Its streets were bathed in the muted orange light of the streetlamps. It was peaceful to a certain extent, a stark contrast to the muddled storm I felt brewing inside me, and the solitude of it all wasn't making me feel any better. I needed to get out of here, get to the bar, and get a drink into my system.

      I quietly flipped the keys over in my hand until I found the one for my car, and I quickly unlocked it. I didn't want to be standing out here longer than I should and risk the chance of someone inside noticing me. I had no interest in becoming the source of gossip in my building, and for that to get out to my work or church was an even more harrowing thought.

      I winced as the engine roared to life despite how slowly I'd turned the key. I slipped it into drive, put down my parking brake, and pulled out of the spot as slowly as I could to ensure I wasn't waking up the entire neighborhood. I even peered into my rearview mirror to make sure nothing stirred behind me, that I had really gotten away scot free from being discovered. Knowing that allowed me to breathe a little easier and focus on the road instead of the troubles that dwelled within my mind.

      The drive itself wasn't very long, but it felt like forever before the bar finally came into view. It wasn't a flashy place with neon lights everywhere and music blaring out of the front door. Instead, there was a simple lit sign with dim lighting inside to hide away those who came looking for a little anonymity in their drinking habits.

      It was exactly why I'd come here. Now, I just needed to unpack it all before my troubles started to eat me alive.

      Two

      Tasia

      The night was quiet and cool, and I knew it would be better spent being anywhere else but here, outside of Darius's apartment. I'd felt myself drawn to it and couldn't resist it. I had to know if his girl would come by so that I could get a look at her and see if she measured up to my expectations. But I'd been sitting here for hours, while my warm hotel room and comfy bed waited for me.

      I didn't know why I was sitting out here when

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