me?”
I grunted. The wind was noisy and needed to put a sock in it. I just wanted the silent waters.
“Tomorrow you’re telling me everything. All of this secrecy ends. It’s time that you learn to trust me Zoë, can you do that?”
My body slipped deeper into the dark and inviting waters, feeling the warmth run up my legs and smother me.
“Zoë?”
Waves were lapping over my mouth, brushing my lips with promises. I could feel Adam all around me.
“Did you hear me? Tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I promised, and completely submersed into the darkness.
Chapter 7
The next morning I stretched my muscles into consciousness. My bones, however, creaked in protest.
Adam stood over me; legs apart, arms folded (shirtless I might add) with the most satisfactory smile I’d ever seen. Yep, this was definitely going to be the day we had the talk.
His body was kept in exquisite shape—toned and strong, but not muscular. He acquired strength from the pull-up bar on the back porch and endurance from his morning runs. And when I say runs, I don’t mean jogs. I once caught Adam on the trail and that man was hauling ass, giving those sneakers a run for their money.
Without a shirt, I could see the V cut in his lower belly. A jagged scar on his side caught my eye where one of his hands rested.
“Get dressed,” he said scratching one of his pecs. He was freshly showered and still flushed from his run.
I pulled the sheet over my head and grumbled, “You first.”
While Adam was anxious to know the details of my attack—blood and gore would have to wait until after bacon and eggs.
Adam ripped the sheet down. “Get up out of that bed or I’ll drag you out.”
“I want to sleep in.”
My body nearly catapulted off the edge when Adam sailed over and collapsed beside me.
“Sounds like a plan. What shall we talk about?”
I ripped the sheet over him and stormed into the bathroom where I showered up and dug through my bag of clothes. He could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted.
Unfortunately, my old clothes no longer fit my taller frame. I slid into a pair of distressed jeans and a red sleeveless blouse, applying a thin layer of peach scented lotion to my skin. I combed out the tangles of my long, dark hair and gathered it up, neatly pinning it back. My hips were narrow and less hourglass, but there was enough there to keep my jeans from slipping too low. My shoulders were broader than before, and my arms slender and tone, even though I never worked out. What stood out the most were my green eyes framed against midnight lashes.
“Five minutes, almost done,” Adam called out from the kitchen as I sat down to a very lovely table setting.
The silverware rested on cloth napkins beside the colored plates. He even scooped out the apricot preserve and put it in a pretty crystal dish. Nice touch.
“What’s the occasion?” I called out, staring at the handpicked wildflowers in the vase with an arched brow.
He ignored me, whistling a made up tune.
Adam strolled in barefoot with a black shirt neatly tucked in a pair of tan slacks.
“I like the pants,” I said as he set a glass of juice on the table. “I was beginning to think you were having a love affair with Calvin Klein.”
He looked nice, very put together. Even jazzed it up with a smart leather belt.
“We agreed to see other people.”
Adam set down a bowl of strawberries and slid an omelet appeared on my plate.
“Many women would see you as the holy grail if you didn’t hide yourself in a wilderness retreat. Good looks, good food, so-so sense of humor.”
Adam turned back to the stove clearing his throat.
I didn’t bother to wait before diving in. “This is so delicious,” I said with a full mouth.
“It’s nice to have someone to cook for.”
A ladybug crawled across the table from the flowers and spread her wings threatening to leave. When Adam took his seat, I figured she was enchanted and decided to sit for a spell.
I turned my neck at
I grunted. The wind was noisy and needed to put a sock in it. I just wanted the silent waters.
“Tomorrow you’re telling me everything. All of this secrecy ends. It’s time that you learn to trust me Zoë, can you do that?”
My body slipped deeper into the dark and inviting waters, feeling the warmth run up my legs and smother me.
“Zoë?”
Waves were lapping over my mouth, brushing my lips with promises. I could feel Adam all around me.
“Did you hear me? Tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I promised, and completely submersed into the darkness.
Chapter 7
The next morning I stretched my muscles into consciousness. My bones, however, creaked in protest.
Adam stood over me; legs apart, arms folded (shirtless I might add) with the most satisfactory smile I’d ever seen. Yep, this was definitely going to be the day we had the talk.
His body was kept in exquisite shape—toned and strong, but not muscular. He acquired strength from the pull-up bar on the back porch and endurance from his morning runs. And when I say runs, I don’t mean jogs. I once caught Adam on the trail and that man was hauling ass, giving those sneakers a run for their money.
Without a shirt, I could see the V cut in his lower belly. A jagged scar on his side caught my eye where one of his hands rested.
“Get dressed,” he said scratching one of his pecs. He was freshly showered and still flushed from his run.
I pulled the sheet over my head and grumbled, “You first.”
While Adam was anxious to know the details of my attack—blood and gore would have to wait until after bacon and eggs.
Adam ripped the sheet down. “Get up out of that bed or I’ll drag you out.”
“I want to sleep in.”
My body nearly catapulted off the edge when Adam sailed over and collapsed beside me.
“Sounds like a plan. What shall we talk about?”
I ripped the sheet over him and stormed into the bathroom where I showered up and dug through my bag of clothes. He could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted.
Unfortunately, my old clothes no longer fit my taller frame. I slid into a pair of distressed jeans and a red sleeveless blouse, applying a thin layer of peach scented lotion to my skin. I combed out the tangles of my long, dark hair and gathered it up, neatly pinning it back. My hips were narrow and less hourglass, but there was enough there to keep my jeans from slipping too low. My shoulders were broader than before, and my arms slender and tone, even though I never worked out. What stood out the most were my green eyes framed against midnight lashes.
“Five minutes, almost done,” Adam called out from the kitchen as I sat down to a very lovely table setting.
The silverware rested on cloth napkins beside the colored plates. He even scooped out the apricot preserve and put it in a pretty crystal dish. Nice touch.
“What’s the occasion?” I called out, staring at the handpicked wildflowers in the vase with an arched brow.
He ignored me, whistling a made up tune.
Adam strolled in barefoot with a black shirt neatly tucked in a pair of tan slacks.
“I like the pants,” I said as he set a glass of juice on the table. “I was beginning to think you were having a love affair with Calvin Klein.”
He looked nice, very put together. Even jazzed it up with a smart leather belt.
“We agreed to see other people.”
Adam set down a bowl of strawberries and slid an omelet appeared on my plate.
“Many women would see you as the holy grail if you didn’t hide yourself in a wilderness retreat. Good looks, good food, so-so sense of humor.”
Adam turned back to the stove clearing his throat.
I didn’t bother to wait before diving in. “This is so delicious,” I said with a full mouth.
“It’s nice to have someone to cook for.”
A ladybug crawled across the table from the flowers and spread her wings threatening to leave. When Adam took his seat, I figured she was enchanted and decided to sit for a spell.
I turned my neck at
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