Tom Lake Review Novels & Stories

McKenzie tells him. Tom watches him get into the elevator before going into the apartment. He pops his head in and looks at River. She really is in a deep sleep. He goes out and turns the TV on low, grabbing a beer before settling back on the sofa. So, when two hours later, he hears River whine. He jumps up and goes into see her. Sweat is beaded on her forehead. He touches her forehead to find it hot. He gets a cool wet cloth to wipe the sweat away and cool her down some. When she groans and clutches her stomach, it reminds him of his own mother. He see’s red and opens up his link with McKenzie “you had better not be di*% around? River is having a hard time and feeling whatever, you

Tom said with a smile. Liam offered a slight nod. “ I said I was going to get it done, and that is exactly what I did,” Liam replied. “Oh, you did it so well, I am more than pleased. You really exceeded my expectations! Bran will be a broken man by morning. And his little empire… ripe for the taking. All thanks to your… precise intervention,” Tom chuckled, taking a sip. “This calls for a celebration! To many more days of us working together,” Tom said and extended his glass for a toast.

He turned to see a short woman with red curly hair and a curvy body standing there staring at him. "Seriously, have a bite. Those are my favorite." "Are you sure?" The woman nodded. Tom reached down and plucked the tomato from the vine. He stood and smelled it taking in the rich perfume. He sunk his teeth into the soft flesh and the juices oozed out and into his mouth. It was the freshest most powerful food he had ever eaten. Small elated noises escaped him as he devoured the fruit. "I told you it was good." "Thank you. I don't think I have ever tasted anything that good."

For one terrifying second, his mask disappeared, a second time for me. "Good evening," He greeted. Cold. Smooth. Composed. Like he didn’t just drop a glass. I swallowed a lump and muttered inaudible words while his eyes imprisoned me to the spot. "Slade, can you give Kaira a tour of the garden lake house while someone cleans this mess?" Tom turned to me an apologetic smile on his face. “I know how much you love flowers Kaira, your mum talks about it all the time.” I swallowed a heavy lump in my throat.

"This is a lot. It looks beautiful, but he is only six today." Caleb watched Tom lift the heavy toy out of the box. His face looked incredibly gentle, completely different from the cold man I used to know. "After everything he went through, Bella—the kidnapping, the fear, all of that horror—he deserves to be spoiled today. Let me do this for him." The honesty in his voice hit me hard. I could not argue with that, so I just reached out and squeezed his hand. Tom was already flat on his stomach, using the black controller to steer the car straight under the long sofa. "It goes under things!" he yelled. "This is super cool! It can find stuff that is lost under there."

She waved and smiled. Arlo continued, "and this big guy over here is Tom. He'll be captaining the other raft." He motioned toward a tall, well-muscled man with wavy brown hair and a beard. The guy reminded me of Magnum PI. "Tom is from New Zealand and can teach you all sorts of cool Kiwi phrases." "Right you are," Tom said with a very pronounced Kiwi accent and a broad smile.

Jacob had clearly put a lot of thought into making sure that we were comfortable, and I was grateful for his efforts. "I think you two would really hit it off," Jacob said, grinning. "Tom's a great guy. He's smart, funny, and he loves to travel." I was a bit nervous about the whole thing, but I agreed to meet Tom for coffee. When he walked into the cafe, I was immediately struck by how handsome he was. He had dark hair and deep brown eyes, and he was wearing a sharp suit that made him look incredibly dashing. “Hi, I am Tom, Nice to meet you,” he said while extending his hand for a handshake.

I needed to hear what they were saying. "…. I’m sorry, I wanted to make this recipe, but our cream is different than yours." I knew that clerk, I think his name is Tom. Tom looked at Eve’s phone, where she was showing him the recipe. "That looks delicious." "It’s called a tompouce." Tom smiled, and then he looked Eve up and down. What the hell was he doing? Didn’t he know who she was? He didn’t stand a chance with her. Besides, he was at least ten years younger than her, maybe more.

The next day, I drove to a small café across town. Tommy was sitting in the back. He was large. Tattoos on his neck. He said Claire had told him about Leo. About the accident. About the truth. I asked where Leo was. Tommy said Leo had gone to see his daughter. She lived upstate. In a small town. I asked for the address. Tommy wrote it on a napkin. I thanked him. I left. I drove home. Luca was waiting. Eli was on the couch. I told them what Tommy said.

Observing. I didn’t believe they chickened out. They were definitely testing our defenses. “Agree. This has to be bigger than we thought,” Leo nodded. “Has Ada’s ex been checked out?” Tom spoke for the first time. He hardly speaks, just listens only answering any questions when asked. He has a lot of background knowledge or quiet observations that even we might have missed. Everyone stopped, and my blood started to heat as my hands twitched. I’d had that thought, but it was fleeting, everything had pointed to no.