Before she asked him another question, Tristan opened the door and left. He didn’t turn to look back at her. Tristan just kept walking. She watched him walking until he disappeared from sight.
Walking back into her home she picked up their used cups and placed them in the sink. She grabbed some cake she’d made earlier from the fridge, placed a slice on a plate, and took it through to her sitting room. Turning the television on Vicki made herself comfortable. She became aware of the ache between her thighs and couldn’t stop remembering the last time Tristan visited her to her house.
****
Every Sunday without fail Vicki dropped off baked goods to the station and any place who’d take her cooking. Connor Andrews supplied most places with his abundant baking while she did others. Baking helped her to relax and allowed her to pretend she wasn’t lonely. Being lonely sucked, and with her parents in the city she didn’t get a lot of chance to visit. Zoe worked on Sundays or spent a great deal of time with her three men.
Vicki refused to come between lovers, and she saw the love sparkle among the four people whenever she was near them.
Grabbing a bag of cheesy potato chips to go with the sandwich she’d made, Vicki settled down on her sofa. She was flicking through the television when her front doorbell rang. Letting out a frustrated moan she placed her food on the coffee table and then answered the door.
Tristan stood with Chinese food. She didn’t know how he got the food seeing as a Chinese takeaway had yet to open up in Law Castle.
“Hi,” Vicki said. “What’s this?”
In between moments of being together they had awkward moments like this. Tristan didn’t want their relationship known to anyone in town. Keeping secrets she was able to do. Working at The Dugout meant she spent a lot of time with people talking to her about their own problems instead of listening to her problems.
“You’re always bringing food to the station, so I thought it was only fair that I brought you some food.” Tristan barged into her space. He didn’t take no for an answer.
Closing the door she watched as he started to unload boxes on the table. She grabbed a couple of forks from the kitchen and sat down next to him.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” she said.
“I know. That’s why it’s going to be more memorable to you.” Tristan handed her a box. The tattoos stood out on his arm as he reached over to her. She stared at the black ink marked up his arm. He didn’t have anything important, just symbols. She hadn’t seen him naked at all.
They’d fucked several times. She couldn’t think of their time together as anything other than fucking. The way he’d walked out after taking her virginity didn’t leave her with any doubt. Tristan did not love her.
After they’d finished the food, Tristan packed everything away into her fridge. Staring at him, Vicki fell more and more in love with him. His hard body couldn’t disguise his kind heart.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, you know,” she said again.
He walked back into the kitchen. Tristan stroked her cheek then moved down to kiss her. His lips were powerful and held the ability to stop all speech.
“No one is here to take care of you, Vicki. I’ll always take care of you.”
Tristan didn’t give her chance to question him. The kiss he started turned potent. He pulled her to her feet and deepened the touch.
In a hurried rush he pushed all of her garments from her body until she stood naked before him.
****
Vicki cut the memory off. Remembering her past with Tristan was too painful. There was a time when she would have done anything for him, but he’d ruined it when he announced he was married.
Running fingers through her hair she looked down at the cake and lost all of her appetite.
Chapter Five
Tristan sat behind his desk looking through several regulations that were being imposed in Law Castle. The Bad Boys’ picnic was around the corner, and it was literally an event to celebrate the gang. There would be a fair with rides for the kids, plenty of bikers for the event and food. Also the event brought in a lot of tourists, which helped the local tradespeople and the hotels. He’d been given some figures from the hotels, which had already seen a rise in demand for accommodation.
The town loved being kept up to date on the economic details. It was one of the few things he loved to do, give the good news to the town. He was the Sheriff and took his job seriously. Out of all the good news he needed to share at the town hall meeting on Friday, the only thing he looked forward to was eating with Vicki. He’d asked Marla to let him know the minute Vicki got into the building. He was losing his mind.