The tension between them was so heavy a knife could cut through. The after effect following Carter’s assault hung in the air like a hot air balloon, unanswered questions about the situation ignored for now. All Matt wanted now was to convince Sophia to come back with him. She had given Carter a fair fight even though he was much bigger and she looked ready to fight him too but he didn’t want that.He couldn’t help but notice how lovely she looked tonight. Right from the moment he saw her that evening under the warm glow of the glowing lanterns he could barely suppress the urge to tell her how beautiful she looked.But she didn’t look as happy that see him as he was to see her. While she had initially welcomed his help with disposing of Carter, she looked mildly irritated with him now.“I will go home,” she finally said. “But without you.”“What about that guy?” he asked quickly.Her confidence faltered and the fear returned to her face. Why was she so scared of him? He was curious and
A comfortable silence came over them, with it was the awareness that they could feel each other, reach out slightly and touch each other. The small space in the car offered intimate privacy and when they both got off in front of Matt’s condominium the intimacy remained. Without touching at all they could feel each other’s presence. It was as if the days spent apart heightened their senses for each other. They exchanged glances from time to time and without words, one could tell that the other was happy to be there rather than anywhere else.As they walked to the private elevator Matt finally placed the palm of his hand on Sophia’s back. She leaned into his hand. They rode the elevator that way. And when they got up to the dark apartment illuminated only by the electric heater whatever resistance the other had secretly abhorred fell to nothing.“I’m not leaving tonight.”Matt looked down. Sophia was looking up at him, her face shadowed by the darkness but he could see the sincerity in
Matt kicked at the blanket around his waist. The room was warm enough thanks to the heater but even in sleep he couldn’t help but notice that the other side of the bed was cold. He groaned and reached out to pat the side of the bed Sophia had been laying on the night before, her sexy, warm body pressed against him. His back still stung from having her rake her nails across them. He smiled, she was such a wild minx and he enjoyed every bit of her passion.Now, where was she?His eyes were wild open now and brain clear, in the dim light of the room, he could see she was not in bed, and if the cool sheets were any indication she had been out of bed for a long time. Did she leave? It wouldn’t be the first time.How had he not heard her moving around?‘I’m not leaving tonight,” she said last night.His heart fell. Oh well…He pushed the covers away and sat up then paused because there on his chaise was Sophia curled up with her head on the high side of the backrest, she was wearing his shi
Sophia lifted her head off his chest and offered a watery smile. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, caressing her face slowly. She leaned into his hand against her cheek, bringing her hand up to touch his hand when her fingers came in contact with the scar on his wrist. She ran her thumb over it and gave him a questioning look. His eyes hardened but he didn’t look away like he usually did when he tried to avoid deeper conversations.“It was a knife. A plastic knife.”Her thumb paused its gentle caresses. “A plastic knife?”He laughed bitterly. “You will be surprised what a plastic knife can do in the right hand and with the right pressure.”Sophia frowned. She shifted so that she wasn’t pressed up against his chest again but was still sitting close enough to feel the heat of his body. “Who did that to you?”He looked away for a second, when he looked back at her she could see the pain in his eyes. He looked more vulnerable than when he met him drinking in his kitchen.“My dad.”“He di
She stared into his eyes waiting for an answer while her heart thumped in her chest. Sophia held her breath. If he killed his father then Zach had it coming for being a terrible father. Yet… “As much as I wanted to,” his voice was low but clear enough. “I didn’t pull the trigger that ended his life.” He looked down at her. His eyes were dark with shadows, memories of the past, tormented. “I was the first on the scene.” He looked away. “I came home that night and slipped on the water someone spilled on the floor in the doorway, except it wasn’t water…it was my father’s blood and when I fell I landed right on his cold, stiff body.” “He was dead for hours before you walked in?” Sophia asked with a frown. He nodded. “When the police finally arrived I was covered with his blood so naturally I was the first suspect until they couldn’t find the murder weapon.” He looked back at her, his eyes were darker with emotions. “He was shot in the face beyond recognition. Whoever killed him hated hi
By afternoon that day, Sophia got into the car with Alfie who for the first time was talkative to her. He talked about the traffic and Marie and everything else he could think about. After realizing she didn’t even have to make inputs in the conversation she sat back and let him talk to his heart’s content.A long drive later and they were standing in front of her apartment. She got out and made the stair trip to her part of the apartment. Ms. Hart’s door was closed and so was hers. But when she reached for her doorknob she was surprised to find it locked even after turning the key in the lock. Frowning she knocked. The sound of laughter rose inside and the sound of footsteps followed. The door was open and Stella was standing there with a wide smile on her face and tears streaming down her face. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her nails were freshly painted.“Hey you, welcome back.”Relieved that it was just Stella Sophia stepped in. “I didn’t think you’ll come back afte
Both sisters sat in the back of Matt’s car. It has taken some time and a long story cut short to fill Alfie in on the important details of why Sophia was now with a lookalike who was heavily pregnant and why she would be going with her to Matt’s condominium. Abigail had insisted that she “meets this Matt Wolffe who has stolen my baby sister away from me.”Too excited to say no Sophia had agreed. While both sisters hugged and cried Stella and Ms. Hart had walked in innocently holding each other. Sophia raised a brow at Stella and she shrugged innocently. When Stella put her arms around Sophia though a warm feeling enveloped her. Of all the members of the Copy Cats, Stella was the one she wasn’t closest with but these few months with her brought them closer and in Stella, she saw a friend she could trust.Abigail’s phone beeped. She retrieved it from her purse and peered at the screen. With a sound that was a cross between a groan and a chuckle, she put her phone away. “My husband is wo
Sophia woke up to a dark room, the remnants of a dream shrouded her in the darkness. It wasn’t the same kind of dream she feared every night. This time she was holding a degree in her hands and Abigail was yelling praises on one side, she could hear Matt whispering sweet and encouraging words, Stella was somewhere in the haze of her strange dream cheering her up. Was she the only student graduating?Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind and when she turned to look it was Matt but his eyes were wide and haunted. That was what had woken her up. Now that her senses were returning to her she realized that someone was indeed holding her arms tightly. Her heart began to pound. She was laying on her side so both of her hands were held in tight grips, shivers ran down her spine as a warm breath touched her skin. Suddenly the hold on her hands loosened.“Sophia?”Matt!Reaching over she quickly turned on the bedside lamp. When she turned around again Matt was sitting up in the bed staring a