Harley's Achilles (The Rock Series Book 3) by Sandrine Gasq-DIon, Kelli Dennis, Heidi Ryan, Jennifer Jacobson, Michael Stokes
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feelings for the boy.” My father eyed me carefully.
“He’s not a boy, Papa. He’s older than me.”
“Really? He looks so young.” My father’s brows creased. “He is still a boy to me.”
“Yes, because you’re ancient.” I chuckled. I got a swat to my bicep and laughed even harder.
“Would you take me for a walk on the beach?” my father asked.
“Sure.” I stood up and helped my father to stand.
We walked along the white sand beach, watching the water break along the rocks. It was beautiful, a lapis lazuli shade along the sand, and deep blue farther out. I loved coming home, it centered me in a way. I held my father’s hand as we walked along, both of us just taking in the scenery before us.
“People should stop more often and enjoy what life has to offer,” my father said, out of the blue. “I believe you are ready to move on, Achilles, and I believe Harley is the one for you.”
“Well, if you could make him gay, that’d be great,” I groused.
“I believe Harley does have feelings for you. I have seen the way he looks at you. Your mother has noticed as well.”
“As much as I would like to believe that, I can’t. I’ve been with them on their tours. Harley sleeps with women, Papa. He will never look at me in a romantic way.”
“Why is it that the youth of today think they know better than us?” My father stopped and turned me to face him. “You have grieved for the loss of your love. It is time to open your heart again, Achilles. You have much to offer.”
“You don’t think I have deep feelings for Harley? You don’t think it kills me to see him with women? Well, it does, Papa. It hurts like you wouldn’t believe, but my job is to make sure he’s not alone. My job is to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. The second I laid eyes on him, I knew, but it doesn’t matter. My feelings are irrelevant.”
“Maybe the gods will see fit to change Harley’s mind.”
I wrapped an arm around my father and started walking again.
“Maybe.”
Chapter 10
Harley
I watched in fascination as the large machine in front of me rolled out filo dough so thin I thought it would break. Another machine was working on chopping walnuts. And all the while, people were all over the kitchen making the meals for lunch that day. Calli was covered in flour, as was I, from making the dough. I was impressed. Everything was handmade in the kitchen, which was why the restaurant boasted of authentic Greek cuisine.
A few of the women in the kitchen had been eyeing me from the moment I walked in, but Achilles’ mother had said something to them in Greek and they hadn’t looked at me since. I heard Achilles’ name mentioned quite a bit by the girls in the kitchen. Seemed he was very well liked by the staff — especially the women. One of them sidled up to me while Achilles’ mother was at the stove.
“Achilles is home?” she asked innocently enough.
“Yes,” I answered, taking in her appearance. She was definitely beautiful, with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. “Why?”
“We were hoping he would come. He always comes to help his mama out. You are his friend?”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
“You tell him Jana ask after him?”
“Jana!” Calli barked. The girl next to me stood ramrod straight, her eyes cast downward. A slew of Greek flew past me and then Jana skittered across the room like a frightened mouse. Achilles’ mother came to stand next to me, shaking her head.
“What is it? Is she an ex or something?” I asked.
“She wishes. They all do.” Achilles’ mother basically snorted. “Jana has had her eye on my Achilles since she was a little girl.”
“He never dated her?” I glanced over my shoulder at Jana.
“No. Achilles has…different tastes.” She glanced sideways at me with a coy smile. “What about you? What are your tastes?”
“Well, if you had asked me four or five months ago, I would have said Jana.” I chuckled softly.
“And
“He’s not a boy, Papa. He’s older than me.”
“Really? He looks so young.” My father’s brows creased. “He is still a boy to me.”
“Yes, because you’re ancient.” I chuckled. I got a swat to my bicep and laughed even harder.
“Would you take me for a walk on the beach?” my father asked.
“Sure.” I stood up and helped my father to stand.
We walked along the white sand beach, watching the water break along the rocks. It was beautiful, a lapis lazuli shade along the sand, and deep blue farther out. I loved coming home, it centered me in a way. I held my father’s hand as we walked along, both of us just taking in the scenery before us.
“People should stop more often and enjoy what life has to offer,” my father said, out of the blue. “I believe you are ready to move on, Achilles, and I believe Harley is the one for you.”
“Well, if you could make him gay, that’d be great,” I groused.
“I believe Harley does have feelings for you. I have seen the way he looks at you. Your mother has noticed as well.”
“As much as I would like to believe that, I can’t. I’ve been with them on their tours. Harley sleeps with women, Papa. He will never look at me in a romantic way.”
“Why is it that the youth of today think they know better than us?” My father stopped and turned me to face him. “You have grieved for the loss of your love. It is time to open your heart again, Achilles. You have much to offer.”
“You don’t think I have deep feelings for Harley? You don’t think it kills me to see him with women? Well, it does, Papa. It hurts like you wouldn’t believe, but my job is to make sure he’s not alone. My job is to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. The second I laid eyes on him, I knew, but it doesn’t matter. My feelings are irrelevant.”
“Maybe the gods will see fit to change Harley’s mind.”
I wrapped an arm around my father and started walking again.
“Maybe.”
Chapter 10
Harley
I watched in fascination as the large machine in front of me rolled out filo dough so thin I thought it would break. Another machine was working on chopping walnuts. And all the while, people were all over the kitchen making the meals for lunch that day. Calli was covered in flour, as was I, from making the dough. I was impressed. Everything was handmade in the kitchen, which was why the restaurant boasted of authentic Greek cuisine.
A few of the women in the kitchen had been eyeing me from the moment I walked in, but Achilles’ mother had said something to them in Greek and they hadn’t looked at me since. I heard Achilles’ name mentioned quite a bit by the girls in the kitchen. Seemed he was very well liked by the staff — especially the women. One of them sidled up to me while Achilles’ mother was at the stove.
“Achilles is home?” she asked innocently enough.
“Yes,” I answered, taking in her appearance. She was definitely beautiful, with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. “Why?”
“We were hoping he would come. He always comes to help his mama out. You are his friend?”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
“You tell him Jana ask after him?”
“Jana!” Calli barked. The girl next to me stood ramrod straight, her eyes cast downward. A slew of Greek flew past me and then Jana skittered across the room like a frightened mouse. Achilles’ mother came to stand next to me, shaking her head.
“What is it? Is she an ex or something?” I asked.
“She wishes. They all do.” Achilles’ mother basically snorted. “Jana has had her eye on my Achilles since she was a little girl.”
“He never dated her?” I glanced over my shoulder at Jana.
“No. Achilles has…different tastes.” She glanced sideways at me with a coy smile. “What about you? What are your tastes?”
“Well, if you had asked me four or five months ago, I would have said Jana.” I chuckled softly.
“And
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