Her words get the first reaction from him, but only his forehead creases at the insult."You're only angry because you can't accept I'm not an asshole like you want."I take a step further away. "Okay, guys. I'm going now," I say taking two more steps to the back door. Neither of them turn or look at me. I slip back into the bakery, closing the door behind me leaving Katy to her own devices.The metal outside door closes behind me as I sneak through the door of the bakery. Tabitha's head pokes through the swinging metal doors as she holds them open with her hands nodding at me."Did you have a pleasant trip with Katy?""We gallivanted in the parking lot," I say pointing my thumb back to the lot as if she's forgotten where it is.Tabitha nods. "Katy is still on her I hate Pierce tour.""Hmmm. How long has that been happening?" I ask stepping to the kitchen when Tabitha returns to the counter.She leans over the workspace in the empty bakery when I take up a seat at the s
"They warned me you'd be trouble, but I didn't listen." Elliot backs out of his parking space in front of the bakery in his big black truck.It felt like fifteen minutes after Tabitha called for Spencer that someone arrived, but it was two. They took the envelope and the card and enclosed them into a Ziploc baggie before stashing it in a pocket. Then the real trouble began when Elliot walked in the bakery with his eyes dead set on me."Not trouble," I say, telling myself it's not a lie. Why would anyone say that? "I was minding my business with a cupcake." I hadn't even gotten the chance to tell Tabitha anything about my relationship with Elliot.Plus, Elliot had not found out about the brief detour I took with Katy as soon as I got there, so it wasn't fair for him to call me trouble."How did anyone even know you were there? Did you leave?"He turns left and I hesitate, staring at the ocean on the right-hand side of the truck. That's the wrong side for the direction we shoul
He stares lovingly out of the trees beyond the window as if he wants to open the door and frolic in them. The same feelings didn't permeate inside of me. Life as a forensic accountant means I don't have to go outside often. Or ever. I selected the most boring occupation for college. I wanted to get away from anything exciting or adventurous. Accounting, with people in their white shirts, a calculator sticking out of their pocket, and black suits seemed as far away from a motorcycle club as I could get.I like the indoors. Air conditioning. Plumbing. If God intended us to sleep in the woods, he wouldn't have allowed us to invent central heating.Elliot sighs and the sound vibrates in my soul.Fuck it.Sure, I enjoy clean bug-free air, but I also like Elliot. A lot. Small sacrifices, my mother always said. "You want to go for a walk?"His head whips back in my direction. "You hike?""No, I said a walk." I definitely used the word walk, right?His eyes fall to the pair of te
I was trying not to hold it against Mother Nature.The trail widens further ahead, more sunlight pouring into the forest canopy, and Elliot slows, walking next to me on the trail. Something flashes in his eyes, a particular expression I can't put my finger on, and then he stops walking altogether, choosing instead to back me off the trail until my back hits the trunk of a tree.What the heck?"Remember, we said we'd stay on the path." Nothing ever good came from going off the path.He laughs not disturbed. "There's something I need to do."With nowhere to escape, his body boxes me into the tree as if he wants to wrap us both into a hug, but then his lips fall to mine, seeking them out for a tender kiss.My body hums with anticipation and I grab onto his shirt, trying to pull closer. But Elliot trips over a tree root, barely missing my body by swerving to the side so he doesn't squish me against the tree.He looks around as if realizing for the first moment where we are. "
"Are you sure you'll be okay for the night?" Elliot leans over the back of his white couch to give me a quick kiss after his question, stopping to pat Rocky once on his head where he rests in my arms.I readjust on the couch getting comfortable. "Yes, Rocky will be fine. Just come back safe."The stark white minimalist decor of Elliot's home is in total contrast to the tiny warm cabin we left this morning. We spent one night there, but then Ridge called before the sun rose for the day. Elliot tensed and then perked up at whatever he heard on the phone. Then he spent the rest of the day fielding phone calls and going back to the office to figure out a game plan. Parts of said game plan he hadn't felt the need to share with me.Elliot leans over the back the couch again. "He hasn't left your side today."I snuggle Rocky harder, letting him rest on my chest so he can hear my heart beat. He's made me carry him around since we returned from the cabin. I'm sure he thinks of it as my
Although, not having anyone else to call isn't true any longer. News of my connection to Dom has gone out, to at least select people. My brother will keep me safe.I don't have his number in my phone, and I left the burner he gave me when I first came to Pelican Bay back in my desk drawer. So I type in his number by hand. His is the only phone number I've memorized in the last decade."Harley," he answers."Dom, help me. I'm at Elliot's and somebody's downstairs trying to get in." Rocky growls again as if someone is getting closer, and I hold his mouth closed gently with my hands doing my best to keep him quiet.Dominick swears on the other end. "Hold tight. I'm coming."Once again time creeps by as I wait in the dark huddled in the corner of Elliot's closet. No other noises come from downstairs except the wind as it batters against the house. With my shoulders hunched over to cradle Rocky to my chest, I sit not moving and taking up as little space as possible. If someone sho
"No," I yell getting between the two of them. It isn't the first time I've stepped in between two men throwing punches, but each time I hope it will be the last.Dominick backs off when my hand lands on his chest. "I'll fucking kill you. My sister is the only family I have left. I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. How the fuck dare you ask that question?""Sure looks like something from over here," Elliot says and each of his words are a knife wound. How can he question our connection? I stand on shaky ground, but I thought we agreed over the last few days we were both feeling something more. Had he played me for a fool? Am I the only one who felt something deep in our relationship?Did he lie earlier when he said our relationship wasn't just to learn more information on Dominick?Maybe somewhere along the way I've become a job for him — a damsel in distress he meant to save. Macho good guys like him seem the type. I don't have much experience with the so-called good guys
My feet dangle over the side of the tall bed in the guest room Dominick showed me to after he dropped me off at his home and told me to stay away from the compound. I hadn't taken the time to grab my shoes at Elliot's home, and I wasn't in the habit of keeping a pair at my brother's considering it's my first time at his house.Which is also weird.Life in general has gotten weird.A party rages below in the compound past the safety of my brother's private space. Where the wind whipped at Elliot's windows earlier in the night, it's dead now. My brother lives farther away from the water. The calm in the air allows the voices to seep up through the window as a bonfire rages on in the far corner of the compound.Most nights include a party at the club. It just depends how many people they invite, how much beer they consume, and whether it's indoors or out. Tonight's party is rowdy — although I can't figure out if my brother has thrown it together at the last minute on his way to pi