clear of
Jake Lawrence.
Forget it, there was nothing she
could do tonight about Jake stealing her house or his kissing her. What she
really needed was a bath and sleep. She started stripping off her skimpy
clothes, folding each piece and placing them on top of her suitcase. She walked
into the bathroom that was nestled between the bedroom and kitchen and welcomed
the warm breeze that filtered through the open window, bringing the scent of
flowers, rain, and nature. It was comforting and very familiar.
A clap of thunder boomed, startling
her, but then caused her to laugh at how foolish she was being.
After taking out her contacts, she
jumped into the stand-up shower since there was no bathtub. She was still
fuming about not being able to take an actual bath. The sunburn she’d known was
coming had arrived yesterday, making it hard to stay in the shower for long.
After pat-drying her sensitive skin, she slipped on a camisole and matching
panties.
She flopped down on the bed.
The short cold shower hadn’t helped. Closing
the open window and lowering the air conditioner’s thermostat hadn’t helped.
Face it—she was hot, and from what she quite wasn’t sure yet. Hopefully, it had
everything to do with her sunburn and the short walk at the track and nothing
to do with her ex-boyfriend. She just needed to take her meds and forget all
about Jake…at least for the night anyway.
She stared at the little blue pill
before she placed it on her tongue. She hated taking medication, especially the
kind that takes over your body, giving you no control over your actions. But,
if she wanted to sleep, the blue pill was her only hope. Tomorrow she was going
to figure out a way to get him out of her house, and if she wanted to be
completely honest with herself…out of her mind, too.
To pass the hour or so it would take
for her meds to cloud her mind and ease her eyes shut, she picked up a new
romance novel she’d gotten at a bookstore between Linden and Patience. Her
friend Liza had recommended it, saying it was hot and heavy, and to be prepared
to need the touch of a man.
Speaking of—crap. She still hadn’t
emailed Liza to tell her that she was okay and not falling apart at the
seams…which was a complete load of crap.
Liza was one of the very few people
who knew her past and knew why coming back to Patience was going to be
difficult. She was also a therapist and as a counselor, understanding. But
let’s face it—if someone hadn’t actually lived it, there was no way in hell
they could completely understand the loss.
She got out of bed to retrieve her
laptop. She fired it up and started typing.
Liza,
Sorry I haven’t been in touch. It’s been a crazy
weekend. My plans have changed a little. Instead of staying in my childhood
home, I’m staying at my realtor’s apt. Sit down! Are you sitting? Brace
yourself—Jake is staying at my house. Yes—Jake the rat bastard. He’s been
fixing it up for some lame reason. Don’t worry. I’m already thinking of ways to
get him out.
Hope everything is good back home. Please check on
Aunt Lidia and make sure she’s taking all of her meds…you know how she can be.
I’ll be in touch.
Luv ya,
Anna
After she was satisfied with the
email, she hit send, put her laptop away, and picked up her book. It might not
have been what she needed at the moment since her love life was non-existent.
She needed some hot and heavy in her life, and getting it from a book was
s-o-o-o much safer. Plus, the man in the book could care less that she was
wearing ten-year-old glasses, no make-up, and had her wet hair piled up on her
head. It was perfect.
An hour later, before even getting to
the good parts, she drifted to sleep, still in an upright position with her
book resting on her chest.
* * * *
She heard the door creak
open, and through her squinted eyes, she could see a dim light spill into her
room. Her tiny heart started thumping at the trepidation of what was to
Jake Lawrence.
Forget it, there was nothing she
could do tonight about Jake stealing her house or his kissing her. What she
really needed was a bath and sleep. She started stripping off her skimpy
clothes, folding each piece and placing them on top of her suitcase. She walked
into the bathroom that was nestled between the bedroom and kitchen and welcomed
the warm breeze that filtered through the open window, bringing the scent of
flowers, rain, and nature. It was comforting and very familiar.
A clap of thunder boomed, startling
her, but then caused her to laugh at how foolish she was being.
After taking out her contacts, she
jumped into the stand-up shower since there was no bathtub. She was still
fuming about not being able to take an actual bath. The sunburn she’d known was
coming had arrived yesterday, making it hard to stay in the shower for long.
After pat-drying her sensitive skin, she slipped on a camisole and matching
panties.
She flopped down on the bed.
The short cold shower hadn’t helped. Closing
the open window and lowering the air conditioner’s thermostat hadn’t helped.
Face it—she was hot, and from what she quite wasn’t sure yet. Hopefully, it had
everything to do with her sunburn and the short walk at the track and nothing
to do with her ex-boyfriend. She just needed to take her meds and forget all
about Jake…at least for the night anyway.
She stared at the little blue pill
before she placed it on her tongue. She hated taking medication, especially the
kind that takes over your body, giving you no control over your actions. But,
if she wanted to sleep, the blue pill was her only hope. Tomorrow she was going
to figure out a way to get him out of her house, and if she wanted to be
completely honest with herself…out of her mind, too.
To pass the hour or so it would take
for her meds to cloud her mind and ease her eyes shut, she picked up a new
romance novel she’d gotten at a bookstore between Linden and Patience. Her
friend Liza had recommended it, saying it was hot and heavy, and to be prepared
to need the touch of a man.
Speaking of—crap. She still hadn’t
emailed Liza to tell her that she was okay and not falling apart at the
seams…which was a complete load of crap.
Liza was one of the very few people
who knew her past and knew why coming back to Patience was going to be
difficult. She was also a therapist and as a counselor, understanding. But
let’s face it—if someone hadn’t actually lived it, there was no way in hell
they could completely understand the loss.
She got out of bed to retrieve her
laptop. She fired it up and started typing.
Liza,
Sorry I haven’t been in touch. It’s been a crazy
weekend. My plans have changed a little. Instead of staying in my childhood
home, I’m staying at my realtor’s apt. Sit down! Are you sitting? Brace
yourself—Jake is staying at my house. Yes—Jake the rat bastard. He’s been
fixing it up for some lame reason. Don’t worry. I’m already thinking of ways to
get him out.
Hope everything is good back home. Please check on
Aunt Lidia and make sure she’s taking all of her meds…you know how she can be.
I’ll be in touch.
Luv ya,
Anna
After she was satisfied with the
email, she hit send, put her laptop away, and picked up her book. It might not
have been what she needed at the moment since her love life was non-existent.
She needed some hot and heavy in her life, and getting it from a book was
s-o-o-o much safer. Plus, the man in the book could care less that she was
wearing ten-year-old glasses, no make-up, and had her wet hair piled up on her
head. It was perfect.
An hour later, before even getting to
the good parts, she drifted to sleep, still in an upright position with her
book resting on her chest.
* * * *
She heard the door creak
open, and through her squinted eyes, she could see a dim light spill into her
room. Her tiny heart started thumping at the trepidation of what was to
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