“Jesus, I really hope those lucky bastards moving in here love you as much as I do.”
Ben squinted at Thorin as his heart began to race. Could this man know something about his past and how he ended up here? “Remember? What are you talking about? Do you know something about me?”Thorin looked at him then took a breath to say something but stopped. He looked around the ground before him and blew out through twisted lips as he glanced into the street before looking back to Ben. “How far back can you remember Ben?”Ben stood and wiped his hand across his mouth. “How do you know that?”Before Thorin could answer, Aster appeared and said, “Mr. Parker, Jasper Mason on the phone for you.”Thorin looked over Ben’s shoulder and no
As she walked through the door to the ballroom arm in arm with Thorin, Imara looked around the room in search of Ben. Not seeing him, the disappointment began to rise in her stomach.
“I hope you don’t think poorly of me, Ben. This isn’t the kind of thing I do.” Imara slid her dress back down her body as she straightened it and Ben pulled the zipper up then smirked and shook his head.“I don’t Imara. Not at all. I can’t really explain it to you, you’ll think I’m crazy, but I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a long time.”
“Mr. Haldir, so nice to see you again.”
Ben rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned against the stone fountain in the courtyard and watched the sun go down behind the house across from them. “Oh, fuck! How are you going to do this? She’ll be destroyed.”
When Haldir returned later, he walked into the parlor wearing his tuxedo. Thorin looked him over and chuckled to himself. “It’s always entertaining to see a thousand-year-old Viking savage like yourself all cleaned up and looking dapper. You just might be confused with a proper gentleman if you’re not careful.”
As Imara slammed the door shut behind her, Thorin sighed as he rolled his eyes then pushed himself up out of his chair and came to the foyer. “Unless you’re planning on paying for that glass out of your own pocket, young lady, I suggest you treat the door a little kinder.”
Imara sat on the edge of the garden pool with her feet in the water. Her lips were swollenand chapped from the unending stream of tears. She inhaled deeply and smiled as the warm wind blew through her hair and eased the ache in her heart for just a second.