As soon as I turned off the shower, I heard movement in the living room and froze. I couldn't get away with avoiding Oliver all night, but it would have been nice to at least make it to my room and into pajamas first. I pushed open the shower door, pulled a thick grey towel off the rack, and wrapped it around myself hoping to slip across the hall to my bedroom before Ollie noticed me."What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled as soon as I opened the door.So much for sneaking by. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited in the doorway, just out of sight. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen me in a towel but seeing him tonight - especially like this - just made me feel more vulnerable. It was the same reason I couldn't bring myself to look at the cabbie, I had enough in my head without seeing what they thought of me written all over their faces. I took a breath and chose the offence I'd been practicing for last fifteen minutes. "I wasn't doing anything you haven't done. We talked, w
I waved as the last of my students joined Mrs. Phillips and the other third graders in the hallway and headed toward the gymnasium to wait for their busses. Then, I slumped back in my chair, drained. I loved teaching, but this was one of those days that tested every shred of my sanity. Maybe it was the changing weather or the arrival of October and Halloween season, but it seemed like most of my kids had already been dipping into their parent's trick-or-treat supply before school. And I couldn't say anything because my attention span hadn't been much longer than theirs. I hadn't slept well since Friday night. Hell, I hadn't accomplished much since Friday night because my brain was stuck in a feedback loop with no end in sight. I was thankful that the final Wednesday afternoon bell meant we were more than halfway to the weekend, but my exhaustion had already hit Friday levels. And like those students heading to the gymnasium, I still had to wait for my ride. Since my car had crapped
As soon as I looked up, I saw Rusty disappear around the far corner of the hallway. He walked toward the main entrance, head down, with his hands tucked into his pockets and a folder stuck under one arm.Shit. Without taking a second to process my options, my legs carried me faster than I intended until I caught sight of him again. With the thought that this could be my last chance - to get some answers, of course - I just couldn't help myself."Rusty." I didn't have to raise my voice much for it to carry through the empty hallway.His head snapped up and he looked back. Then, that damn smirk twisted one side of his lips upward. "Thought the Loner was usually in a hurry to get out of school.""Doesn't work as well when you're the teacher." With ten steps I'd closed the distance between us. I kept my shoulders back, head up, trying to appear confident when I felt nothing of the sort. "Are you really okay?"He made a sound in his throat and leaned against the wall to face me. "I'm just
"You sure you don't need a ride?" he asked, pointing up to the sky. "Looks like the rain is about to hit." Somehow he'd become even more tempting. "Ollie should be here soon." I riffled around through my bag, pushing the novel aside to find my phone. Anything to occupy myself while he headed across the parking lot. Even after spending the last few minutes trying to push him away, watching him walk away felt like defeat.I took a seat on the front stoop and gave the home screen on my phone the stare down. Oliver was already fifteen minutes late when Mrs. Cook strolled out with a handful of books and papers, almost dropping half the stack when the door swung closed against her arm. I jumped up to help, pushing the door open and allowing her to balance the load."Thanks," she sighed. "What a week...""No kidding," I mumbled. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I could relate to the what seemed like a universal sentiment that week. "I can help you to your car, if you want. I'm
ERICFriday afternoon marked a week since I left my apartment on the Crane Division Navy Base for the final time and completed my move back to Morrow Falls. Just a few weeks earlier, I'd been planning for reenlistment, never imagining that my month would end with an application for a hardship discharge, raising my sister's son, or living in my parents' rental house. I rubbed my forehead as I paced at the end of the driveway, checking my phone for at least the fifth time. It was Charlie's second full day back to school since the accident and I'd been hesitant to send him on the bus, but his counselor insisted that getting him back to his regular schedule and activities would be the best start. Maybe so, but watching my nephew - who hadn't said a word since the day of the accident - climb onto a school bus was one of the hardest things I'd ever been asked to do. I'd done my training on computer systems, not child psychology, so all I could do was hide the ticking in my jaw as I follow
By the time I returned from dropping Charlie off with my parents, Cade's black BMW 6-series was waiting in front of my house. He stood against the fender, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans. I'd hoped to catch a few minutes before he showed up. My neck and back were killing me, and he'd notice the tension immediately. I already knew what he'd suggest in the form of stress relief, and I'd been avoiding that conversation since I came back.Hell, I'd been avoiding that conversation for a year. According to Cade, Club Obsidian was a miracle cure for just about anything, and in the past, I would have agreed. But now, the thought of returning to the club only added another layer of complication to my stress.Charlie. Mom. Lena. There she was again. A woman who had no real place in my life and yet I couldn't shake her. I parked next to his car and banged my head against the back of the seat as I jerked up the parking brake. Cade lifted his head and straightened while I slid
As Cade and I worked our way through the boxes that littered the main rooms, he filled me in on Club news. I didn't know when or if I intended to return, but his stories provided a welcome distraction. "Rhea's been a regular again," he said. "Unattached." "We spoke last week." I mumbled as I flattened another box and added it to the stack in the sunroom. Rhea and I had scened together regularly at Obsidian before I left. She was even one of the rare few I tried dating outside the club, but we didn't hit it off as well in the restaurants as in the dungeon. Two weeks ago, the thought of pairing up with her again would have been tempting. But she wasn't the girl I couldn't stop thinking about. A night at the club didn't sound that appealing when I knew the girl with golden-blonde waves and deep green eyes, whose face I hadn't gotten out of my head all week would not be at Obsidian. Cade leaned against the window frame and crossed his arms. "How long have you been out of the game now
LENAThe concert wouldn't start for another forty-five minutes, leaving me with full reign over the empty auditorium. I found a good spot along the aisle near the back of the room, pulled out my book, and settled back in the uncomfortable seat, propping my feet up on the back of the chair in front of me.Rude, yes, but I could never sit like a "lady" despite the years of nagging.People darted around the auditorium and across the stage, fixing this and that, tweaking the lighting and sound equipment. I hated coming early to these things, but it gave me time to read - as long as I could get my brain to concentrate on the words instead of letting every movement of the tech crew disturb me. But I couldn't really blame the tech crew for my inability to concentrate. I blamed Eric and my own damn curiosity since crashing into him on Wednesday. If not for that, I wouldn't have started clinging to the idea of seeing him again. Of knowing more about him.And now, because I opened my mouth, the