"How long were you there?" Nate croaks through what sounds like a dry throat.
"About three weeks. Just long enough to get most of my strength back. Connie was one of the volunteers at the shelter, but we became very close while I was there. She helped me clean that gown and then took it, along with all of the jewelry I was wearing that night, to a pawn shop on the other side of Daytona. I used that money to purchase the bare necessities of clothes and a piece of crap car. She also helped me change my name," I confess.
"Your name?" Nate asks. Our eyes connect for the first time since I started telling him about Daytona.
"Yeah, my name. I was born Amelia Justine Bryant," I confide.
"Shit. You changed it so that the bastard couldn't find you, didn't you?" he asks, though it's not really a question.
"Yes. Connie helped me. Walker was my grandmother's maiden name. She died before I was born, but it was the only other family name I could think of. And of course, Lia is short for Amelia," I whisper, dropping my eyes again.
"I like Lia better," Nate says.
"I can't stand to hear Amelia," I say. Too many bad memories attached to that name. Hearing it makes my skin crawl.
Nate pulls me tightly against his warm chest, our faces press together cheek to cheek. I breathe in the same warm air that Nate does.
"When I was healthy enough to leave Daytona, Connie helped me line up a job that paid cash and an apartment. I don't know if it was part of the shelter's resources or if she did it on her own, but I am eternally grateful to her. I miss her and think about her often, but I can't chance calling her. As many times as I've picked up the phone, I know that calling could lead to being found."
"You're safe, baby. You are so fucking safe here," Nate says, almost angrily. He hugs me so tight that I can't breathe. Just when I start to get dizzy from lack of oxygen, he eases up on his embrace. But not completely.
"I need you to promise me something, Lia," Nate says and turns me to face him. "Promise me that if something scares you, you won't run. Promise me you will come to me and let me help you. Promise me that you won't up and leave in the middle of the night. Promise me, Lia," he urges with a great deal of desperation in his deep voice.
I know I'm about to do the one thing I never wanted to do to Nate: lie. "I promise," I whisper. It takes everything I have to get that one statement, that one lie, two little words, out of my mouth. Because when all else fails, I can't - I won't - put Nate or his family in jeopardy. I won't risk their safety. I will leave.
"Thank you," Nate says as he stands us both up. "Let's head home," he adds and steers me towards his car. After I'm tucked inside, Nate returns the chair to the shed and joins me in the moonlit car. Before he starts it up, he places the sweetest, softest kiss on my lips. I don't even want to think about what that kiss is filled with. It'll make my leaving, hurt that much more.
And if there's one thing I know as certain as my own date of birth, I will eventually have to leave.
Chapter Eleven
Nate
I throw my tuxedo jacket over the passenger seat backrest to keep it from wrinkling and head to pick up Lia. I've imagined her wearing that sexy red dress all day which is why I'm still sporting a hard on the size of a hammer that won't seem to subside, no matter how many times I think about my grandmother.
I worked Thursday night and had local fire calls on Friday night so I haven't had much time to talk with her since Wednesday night at the creek. Listening to her share her past is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I want to kill. Kill. No woman - especially my woman - should ever have to endure what Lia has been through.
I park the Mustang next to Lia's Honda and head up the stairs. When I reach the top of the stairs, I see a small box sitting in front of the door. There's no postage markings, just her name. Lia Walker. Only I know now that it isn't her real name. But I don't give a shit. I will never call her Amelia. I will do everything I can to not remind her of her past.
I scoop up the small package and knock on the door. It only takes a few moments and Lia opens the door. My heart stops beating. I try to suck air into my lungs, but my entire body stops functioning. Lia stands before me wearing the stunning red gown with the very high slit. Her breasts are plump and barely contained by the dress. I want to rip it off of her instantly. Her hair is down - the way I like it - and her makeup is subtle and soft.
God, I fucking love this woman.
"You are breathtaking," I tell her.
Lia gives me the most perfect smile through soft, red lips. I want to kiss the shit out of them, smearing that red lipstick all over her face and mine.
"You look pretty amazing yourself," she says as she steps back to allow me room to enter.
I lean down and inhale her sweet scent. I run my nose along the long column of her neck, causing her to shiver, but I know it's not from the temperature. Its ninety fucking degrees outside right now.
"Oh, this was on your porch," I say as I hand her the package. That gives me free hands to adjust my package. Yep, still a hammer.
Lia takes the package and looks at it. "That's funny. I didn't order anything," she says as she walks back towards the room. "I'm going to grab my clutch, and I'll be right out," she says over her shoulder as she talks towards the bedroom.
"Hey, I want you to stay with me tonight, so why don't you grab a quick bag," I say as she exits the living room.
"Okay," she says from the confines of her little bedroom.
I hear drawers open and close and it makes me smile, knowing that she's packing up to come home with me for the night. I've been thinking for days now about her being there every night. Every morning. Every time I come home, I want Lia there. Every morning I leave for work, I want to place a kiss on Lia's sweet lips. I want her with me, living with me, and that doesn't scare me as much as it used to.
I hear Lia gasp from her bedroom, and I take off. I'm in the doorway in a handful of steps, surveying the room.
"What?" I ask, concerned and ready to fight.
"Oh, nothing," she says. I can tell something is very wrong. Her face is flush and her smile is fake. The box is open and sitting on her bed so I walk over to it. It's empty inside.
"What was in it?" I ask.
Lia looks at me with wide eyes and hesitates. "Oh, these," she says. She's going for casual, but I know better. Lia hands me a pair of white lace thongs. Nice.
"Okay. I don't get it," I tell her. "Someone left you underwear?"
"I bet they are from Avery," she says without looking at me. "We went to the mall yesterday and she was teasing me about them."
I look at her face, her eyes still averting mine, and contemplate whether I believe her or not. She's not a liar, but something just isn't sitting right. My gut is telling me this is all wrong.
"So, Avery bought you underwear?" I ask, eyebrows arched sky high.
"Yeah, as a joke," she adds with a smile.
"Are you sure?" I ask, taking her hand in my own. I feel the slight tremor.
"Yes, I'm sure," she says adamantly. Her beautiful eyes meet mine for the first time since I entered her room. Her chin is raised slightly and she's standing her ground. I don't believe her, but I don't want to push her.
"Okay," I say. "You ready to go?" I ask, gathering her bag up off the bed.
"Yes," she replies, giving the room one last look over. "I have everything I need," she adds. Something in her tone makes me wonder if she's talking about spending the night at my place or something more.
After a quick stop by the bathroom where she packs up all of her girly bathroom stuff, we head out to my car. I open Lia's door and notice her stop. She turns and gives the apartment one last look. It leaves me with an uneasy feeling.
"Ready?" I ask, running my hand up her back, taking in the soft skin and the silky material of the dress. I don't even give her time to reply. My lips descend on hers before she can answer. She's all minty and warm. She tastes like heaven. I almost tell her that I love her right then and there, but something holds me back. I want it to be perfect. I will tell her later tonight when we're alone after the gala.
"I'm ready," she whispers against my lips. I growl as I force myself to pull back. Shit, do I want to take her right here and now in the alleyway? I don't even care if we make it inside the car or not.