I freeze, trying to process what he is telling me.
“What do you mean he’s been back here for a while? Are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not kidding you. He moved back two years ago. He stopped by to see mom and me… trust me, we were just as shocked to see him at the door as you were last night. Shayne, I just didn’t-”
“Bullshit! How could you do this to me, Adam? I don’t want to talk to that man or see him ever again. I mean it. Don’t you dare have him over here until I’m gone, do you understand me?” I shout. “You of all people know why he has to stay away. You didn’t tell him where I live, did you? Promise me you didn’t tell him, Adam. He can’t know. He can’t find out, he just… can’t.”
I sob, feeling completely overwhelmed and lost. How did this happen? What if he finds out about Lucy?
Once my tears start to slow, I look over at Adam. He looks like he wants to tell me something else, something important, but then seems to change his mind. His expression turns tender as he walks over and kneels in front of me.
“I didn’t tell him where you live and he doesn’t know,” he says softly, running his palms up and down my arms in an attempt to soothe me. “We’ve kept you hidden from him and his family and I’ll continue to protect you, but I really think you need to listen to him. He’s going to come back here. He’s never stopped loving you and I know you still love him.”
“No!” I shout wildly, breaking away from him. “I can finish up here and be gone in a week. Then I’ll never have to worry about seeing him again.”
Adam is looking at me like a bomb that is going to go off at any second. I know I must sound irrational, but I need to get as far away from Luke as possible. I look at him imploringly and run my hand through my hair.
“I’m begging you, tell Luke to stay away from me. I just need a week. Please?”
Adam looks me in the eyes.
“I’ll talk to him, that’s the best I can give you. But he knows you’re here and I know he isn’t going to give up that easily. Prepare yourself for Luke to find you.”
Chapter Two
Adam and I go on our run. Neither of us mentions Luke again, which I’m grateful for. However, I cannot help but to feel a little betrayed by both Adam and my aunt for not telling me that Luke has been back here and that he came over to our house looking for me.
Really, I just don’t want to talk about him. It’s bad enough that I think about him and even worse that I had to look at him.
An hour later we arrive back at home. I stretch my muscles to cool down as Adam does the same. My mind is still on Luke. God, that jet-black hair and those striking green eyes that always looked at me like I was the most gorgeous thing in the world; the same green eyes I got lost in so many times. Dazzling, bright green eyes that were always so sensual and breathtaking.
I mentally shake myself, ridding the thoughts from my head. I so could not go there.
“You all right?” he asks. “You still look a little flushed.”
Ha! I think to myself before answering him with a nod of my head. I run up to my room, shutting the door behind me. What the fuck, Shayne?
I strip off all my clothing and step into the shower. I sigh as the hot water runs over me, loosening the tension in my shoulders and neck. I run the soap over my body, as my mind goes back to Luke and I feel a well-accustomed ache deep in my core. I let my mind wander, building an all too familiar fantasy in my head. I put the washcloth down and my hand instantly starts to rub the outside of my pussy as my other hand starts to slowly and softly massage my clit. I tilt my head forward, laying my forehead on the tile and closing my eyes. I instantly see those intense and breathtaking green orbs.
I can feel my heart start to beat more rapidly and my breathing quickens. My finger, coated with my own wetness, slides easily into my aching and wanton sex. I slowly start to move my finger in and out of my pussy as my mind drifts back to Luke and the things he could do with his hands. His masculine, calloused, ridiculously attractive hands that felt so soft, yet hard, knowing…determined. God, the amazing things his hands did to my body. When he touched my face, I felt his desire for me. When he touched my lips, I felt how much he wanted to kiss me. When he touched me, really touched me… his fingers grazing my nipples… the dexterity and confidence he held as he impaled me, finding just the right spot… I shudder, and hold in my scream as I have the best orgasm I’ve had in seven years.
I finish up in the shower and put on my coconut lotion. I change into a light summer dress and throw my still damp hair into a ponytail. Taking one last look in the mirror, I decide I’m presentable enough and head downstairs. I can hear Adam talking on the phone as I enter the living room. From the sound of the conversation, it’s Mr. Standish from the funeral home. Tomorrow’s the funeral; we are holding just a small service in my aunt’s honor. We decided against anything over the top, it just wasn’t her style. Unfortunately, since Adam has been handling most of the arrangements on his own, I still have some things I have to do to make it perfect.