Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I loved that look. I loved looking into her eyes and seeing a light in them that was only mine, a look she gave me every time our eyes met, a look that made me want to go to her, sweep her up into my arms, and tell her everything would be okay. And it would be. I would see to it, but I need to know she is in this for the long haul, that her mother’s death isn’t what pushed her towards me, but that she came willingly on her own, because this is where she wants to be.
“Thought you wanted her back, man?” Ben asks, stepping onto my boat. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he showed up, since I knew Rhonda saw me leave.
“Not like that, bro.” I take another shot. “Not when I can still see the pain in her eyes from losing her mother.”
“You fucked up. She needs you right now, and the way you left…” He shakes his head. “She’s fighting. I see it, but I also watched her disappear in a roomful of people. She’s lost, man.”
“I can’t fix her,” I remind him. “As much as I want to, I can’t. I can help; I can be there for her, but I can’t fix her, brother, because the first time something happens, she’s gonna take off, and that’s not acceptable. Not this time, not when the love I felt for her then is nothing compared to what I feel now. So don’t think I don’t want her, that I don’t want back what was stolen from us, because I do.
“I wanted her fifteen years ago, and I still fucking want her now. There isn’t a single part of me that doesn’t know she’s my future, but we have a lot of shit to deal with before we even think about heading down that path, because once we start, there will be no turning back. I need Lea strong enough to fight for us, and there is no way she is going to be able to do that while grieving over the loss of her mother.”
“I don’t know about that.” He takes a seat on the side of the boat and runs his hand over his head.
“So your saying you didn’t wait until Rhonda’s mess with her ex was over before you started perusing her?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Ben wanted her the moment he laid eyes on her, but he knew there was no way he was getting in there when she was still fucked up over her ex. And I don’t mean fucked up by still in love with him, I mean fucked up like he fucked with her head, verbally abused her until her self-esteem was almost nonexistent.
“Okay, you’re right about that,” he says, then his phone in his pocket starts to ring and when he pulls it out, his brows draw together. “Hey, babe,” he says¸ and I watch his eyes snap up to meet mine then he shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, what time did he get there?” He sighs, looks at me again, and stands. “We’re on our way now.”
“What’s up?” I ask, following him off the boat.
“You’re not going to believe who just showed up at Lea’s mom’s house,” he growls.
“Rhonda’s ex?” I ask, thinking we somehow summoned the piece of shit.
“No. Lea’s.”
“Seriously?” Now it’s my turn to growl. “What the fuck is he doing there?”
“Don’t know. Rhonda just said he knocked on the door. She knew who he was right away, because Josie had spoken about him and showed her pictures of them.” He stops, looks over his shoulder at me, and smirks. “Good thing you took a couple of shots; that should help keep your head on straight when we get there.”
“Or not.” The buzz I was feeling moments ago is now long gone, replaced with a new kind of buzz, one that has my muscles tightening in anticipation. I don’t know Lea’s ex. But the fact that Lea had touched him, loved him, had a ring on her finger he had given her, causes me to feel something close to hate for the guy.
It takes less than fifteen minutes to make it from my boat to Lea’s house, and when we pull up out front, a Toyota Camry is parked in the driveway. I know immediately it’s a rental from the airport. I crack my neck, open the door to Ben’s truck, and hop down. Without waiting for him, I step into the house and scan the living room. Lea is sitting on the couch next to Rhonda and a guy who is slim built, wearing dark jeans that look brand new, a fleece pullover, and sneakers. His dark hair is parted on the side. He looks like he would be in an Eddie Bauer catalog, like he never wore jeans in his life, went to the store, and had them dress him.