You know Ill do whatever you want, whenever you want, she continued. Wherever you want me. Her voice was full of so much f.u.c.king promise that his mouth went dry. Never had she talked to him like this before.
You dont know what youre saying, he practically choked out. She couldnt know what her words did to him. If she kept this up shed tear down every one of his defenses and hed finally give in.
He frowned. That didnt sound like a bad idea.
I know exactly what Im saying. She licked her lips, her lids growing heavy, reminding him of some sultry Hollywood seductress. The ball is in your court. Your move, Lane.
And with that she left, leaving behind a cloud of her intoxicating perfume.
Chapter Four.
FIVE DAYS. IT had been five long days since Lane last saw Delilah. Since shed dropped the bomb right into his lap and told him it was his move. Shed told him exactly what she wanted.
Him.
And hed stayed away from her like a chickens.h.i.t. Just like last time, after the restaurant fire, when hed found her safe and had been so overcome with relief and . . . something else, something he couldnt put his finger on. Her hair had been a snarled mess, her dirty cheeks streaked with tears, but hed held her close, buried his face in her smoke-scented hair, and held on tight. Like he never wanted to let her go.
In that moment, he hadnt wanted to. Ever.
Just like at West and Harpers condo five long nights ago. Those foreign emotions had tumbled around inside him like damp clothes in a dryer. Banging around vital organs"his bruised heart, in particular"reminding him that yes indeed, he did have one. And it seemed to beat for one woman in particular. Why, he wasnt sure.
Okay fine, he knew why. She was beautiful, sweet, kind, smart, thoughtful, s.e.xy as all f.u.c.k, hot-headed, impulsive, and had he mentioned s.e.xy? Christ, he had it so d.a.m.n bad. But they werent meant for each other. That was plain as day to him so why couldnt she see it?
Staying away from her hadnt been his original plan. That night, after hed gotten home, hed jerked off to thoughts of Delilah. Remembering those dark eyes of hers, full of promise as she studied him. Her seductive voice. When shed touched his lips, the tips of her fingers making his mouth tingle. Hed almost kissed her and could admit he was almost glad he hadnt.
Antic.i.p.ation made his blood sing, his c.o.c.k swell. It would be good between them. So d.a.m.n good he wasnt sure hed survive it. That was half the problem. What if it was too good? What if once he had a taste, once he knew what it felt like to slip inside her warm, welcoming body, hed never want anyone else? Shed have him completely under her spell and hed probably never protest.
The mere thought alone sent his heart plummeting to his toes. Being with Delilah would never just be a casual thing. There was too much between them. She would turn what they had into more and hed let her. Hed want it. But what if she didnt want him? What if once she discovered what sort of man he really was, she jumped ship and ran? He wouldnt blame her.
h.e.l.l, he was fairly certain that would happen no matter what. So he tried his best to keep her at arms length. He wasnt going anywhere. Wildwood was his home and he wouldnt leave, not like West had so long ago. But Lane wasnt going to end up with Delilah either. They were stuck in the same small town. Theyd just have to learn how to deal with each other and ignore all that tension.
His shift had ended over an hour ago and he was only just now pulling into the driveway of his house. Work had been extra busy since he last saw Delilah, and while yes, he could admit to himself that he was a chickens.h.i.t, hed also been working twelve-plus-hour days. Summer was in full swing. Tourists had swarmed the area and they managed to do idiot things all hours of the day, keeping him and his fellow deputies constantly going.
The past weekend had been especially hard, what with the excessive drinking out on the lake that had ended in a slew of DUIs and belligerent behavior. As in fistfights. One deputy got coldc.o.c.ked square in the nose, knocking him unconscious. Hed gone to the hospital that afternoon, and Lane had had to cover his shift.
Blowing out a heavy breath, Lane climbed out of his car and shuffled up to his front steps, bone weary and ready to collapse into bed. He had the next two days off and planned on sleeping for most of them, considering he needed to gear up for his next shift. The Fourth of July was almost upon them and that was Wildwoods busiest weekend of the year.
He wasnt looking forward to it.
The moment he slipped his key into the deadbolt, he heard a car stop in front of his house. Glancing over his shoulder, he groaned, half tempted to thunk his head against the doorframe.
It was freaking Wren.
Unlocking his door, he didnt bother greeting her. Just left the door open as he walked inside, knowing full well shed come in after him. He could hear her grumbling about his boorish behavior but he ignored her and made his way into the kitchen. He went straight for the fridge, where he pulled out the milk before going for a bowl from the cupboard and grabbing his favorite cereal from the pantry.
He was f.u.c.king starving. Had to get food into his belly before he took a shower and collapsed into bed.
I swear as you get older, you get ruder, Wren said when she entered the kitchen.
His answer was a noncommittal grunt as he poured cereal into the bowl. Maybe she was right. But at the moment, he sort of didnt give a s.h.i.t.
Have you been in hiding or what?
Lane poured the milk and grabbed a spoon, sinking it into the almost too-full bowl before he turned to face his annoying little sister. Ive been working my a.s.s off, he said and shoveled a giant spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
She rested her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side. You look tired.
So observant, he muttered, his mouth still full.
An irritated huff escaped from her pursed lips. Whats your deal?
The last few days have been rough. It was more than that, not that he could tell his sister. He was s.e.xually frustrated. Irritated that he hadnt grabbed hold of the opportunity Delilah gave him and gotten naked with her that night. Lots of regret over that missed opportunity.
Hed had plenty of time to think about her though, in between the numerous calls he went on and when he couldnt sleep after getting off work. He realized quickly that hed let her slip right through his fingers. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with messing around with her anyway? If he told her up front what he expected, then they should be golden. Honesty was the best policy. Hed always believed that. Even when his dad proved again and again that he didnt, what with the way hed lied to their mom"to all of them really"time and again.
Extra busy? Wren asked, breaking through his murky thoughts.
Yeah. He shoveled more cereal into his mouth, more than ready to shut off his brain. He was wiped out. Didnt want to worry about Delilah or work or anything else. He just wanted sleep.
Oh. Well, Ill leave you alone, but I wanted to talk to you about something first. Wren moved toward his tiny kitchen table and sat down. Its . . . Mom.
He paused in his chewing, swallowing hard. What about Mom?
Wren lifted her gaze to his, her eyes full of worry. I think shes sick. Sleeping all the time, loss of appet.i.te, and losing weight without even trying.
That didnt sound like his mother. Has she been to the doctor? And has she complained to you?
Not really. She brushes me off when I ask if anythings wrong. I didnt even realize this was going on until Holden told me.
Holden. Lane couldve figured that their baby brother would be the one to notice considering he still spent a lot of time at their childhood home. Despite practically living with his girlfriend, Kirsten, Holden was still very much a mamas boy. And he had no problem admitting it either.
What did Holden say?
He called me last week worried about her. Wanted to know if I could somehow convince her that she needed to see a doctor. He thinks we have a lot in common since we both have v.a.g.i.n.as. Wren rolled her eyes.
Lane was glad he had nothing in his mouth at that moment because he wouldve spit milk-soaked cereal all over the floor. Real mature of him, he knew. Did he literally say that?
No, but he implied it. I took her to breakfast a few days ago and talked to her, but she ignored my questions. Then I tried to talk to her about it again yesterday and she blew me off. Said I worried too much and that she was feeling fine. Wren hesitated, looking concerned. I dont believe shes feeling fine. Somethings up. I think shes hiding something.
But what? He set the bowl on the kitchen counter, his appet.i.te forgotten. What could she be hiding?
I dont know if hiding is the right word. More like . . . shes in denial? Like she wont acknowledge that shes not feeling well. That if she can pretend everythings okay, everything will be okay. Another hesitation from Wren, this one a little longer. Sort of how she behaved when she and dad had all their trouble.
Right. When their father had cheated on their mother and shed pretended that it never happened. s.h.i.t had eventually hit the fan and their parents had suffered through some rocky times, but shed stood by her husband. Theyd all encouraged her to leave their dad at one time or another, with the exception of Holden.
His name was fitting; he was always encouraging everyone to hold out just a little bit longer.
I was hoping I could convince you to talk to Mom. Like, physically go over to the house and see her. Wrens expression turned grave. You need to see her, Lane. She looks miserable. Dark circles under her eyes, her clothes hanging off her, and she seems . . . lost. I dont know how else to describe it.
Maybe shes just stressed out, Lane started but Wren shook her head, making him clamp his lips shut.
Its not stress. Theres something more. I just cant put my finger on it. Please go see her. I know youre off for the next few days.
Wren was probably overreacting as she was known to do, but hed go see Mom just to placate her. Ill call her later this afternoon and ask if I can come over.
You shouldnt even warn her, Wren said as she rose to her feet. Just . . . stop by. Catch her so shes not prepared for your visit. So you can see her in her most natural state.
You make her sound like an animal at a zoo. Observe the mother in her most natural habitat, Lane joked, his smile dying when he saw the gla.s.sy sheen to his sisters eyes.
Im serious, Lane. Somethings wrong with her. Youll know what Im talking about when you see her. She sniffed and shook her head, pasting a phony smile on her face. I should go. Let you go catch up on your sleep or whatever it is you do when youre off for a few days. Youll call me after you go see her?
Yeah. Ill call you. He walked Wren to the front door, locking it firmly once she left. He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Tossed and turned as he lay in bed twenty minutes later, unable to get Wrens words out of his mind.
Their mother was the glue that kept the Gallagher family together. If something was wrong with her . . .
He didnt know what theyd do.
I DONT KNOW how you do that, Wren muttered when Delilah plopped down in the chair behind her desk that sat opposite Wrens.
Delilah wiped her sweaty face with a towel she kept expressly for that purpose. How I do what?
Dance like that. Id collapse within the first five minutes. Wren shook her head when Delilah laughed. Im serious. You keep up with those teenagers like its no big deal. You dance circles around them.
Its my favorite cla.s.s. Hands down.
When shed added the hip-hop cla.s.s to the studio schedule, the response had been overwhelmingly positive. Shed had so many students sign up, shed ended up dividing the girls by skill and age. Now she led three hip-hop cla.s.ses every week, and they were by far the best exercise she received out of all the cla.s.ses she gave.
With more dancers taking cla.s.ses and becoming more skilled came more possibilities. Shed been contemplating creating a compet.i.tion team for a while now, and she planned on putting a small one together before school started.
Well, youre really good at it. Wren shot her a look. But youre covered in sweat.
Good for the soul. Delilah wiped her face again. What are you doing here so late anyway? Some of the girls from her hip-hop three cla.s.s were still in the studio, but the minute they were gone, Delilah planned on locking up and going home. Wren rarely stayed this late.
I didnt want to go home. Wren shrugged. I have a lot on my mind.
Uh-oh. Whats going on? At the wariness that crossed Wrens face, Delilah immediately asked, Or would you rather not talk about it?
No, I definitely want to talk about it. I just hope Im making a big deal out of nothing. Wren inhaled deeply, letting her breath out between pursed lips. Its my mom. I think shes . . . sick, but shes acting like nothings wrong.
Wren proceeded to explain the situation, how her mother didnt look well and wasnt behaving right. I finally stopped by Lanes house earlier to ask him if hed go talk to Mom, and he promised he would.
Delilah sat up straighter at the mention of his name. Shed thrown herself into working at the studio this week on purpose so she wouldnt think of Lane. And how he hadnt contacted her, not once, since she last saw him at West and Harpers place.
Shed figured Lane would at least stop by the studio while he was on patrol, like he usually did. But he hadnt even done that. Was he running scared like usual? Was this the big sign that she needed to finally give up?
You know he doesnt like going over to Mom and Dads by himself. He does much better when were all there, Wren continued. I hope he wasnt just saying that to get rid of me. He looked pretty ragged.
He would never lie to you. If you asked for his help, h.e.l.l give it, Delilah said. Still, worry filled her and she told herself to knock it off. And what do you mean he looked ragged?
Wren waved a dismissive hand. He said hed had a tough couple of days. He looked totally worn out. You know how busy it gets this time of year.
The tourist season was in full swing and the locals suffered through it. Everywhere you went was packed with tourists: the streets, the stores, the lake, and all of the campsites that surrounded it. Forget trying to find a table at any restaurant during typical mealtimes. And Harper had just complained to her yesterday that the Bigfoot Diner was the busiest shed ever seen it.
I just hope its not anything serious with my mom, you know? Wren offered up a weak smile. She does so much for us and never asks for anything in return. Holden totally takes advantage of her too, the big baby.
Delilah tried not to smile. It seemed Holden drove all of the Gallagher siblings crazy.
Thats why I went to Lane. I knew hed get to the bottom of it. He and Mom have always been close, though not as much after everything that happened with Dad. Wren made a face.
Right. After their father had gotten caught cheating, both West and Lane had disapproved of their mother taking him back. West had been so mad, it became one of the reasons hed left town. And Lane wasnt as close to his dad as he used to be. In fact, hed seemed to distance himself from everyone over the years.
Delilah frowned. Could that be why Lane wasnt big on relationships? Harper had told her West had commitment issues because of witnessing the sham that was his parents marriage.
Could Lane feel the same way?
When is Lane going to see her? Delilah asked.
He didnt say. Im a.s.suming tomorrow. I have a feeling hes doing nothing but sleeping today. He seriously looked exhausted. Wren turned her attention to her laptop, tapping away at the keyboard, their conversation seemingly finished.
Delilah stared blankly at her dark computer screen, thoughts of a naked Lane crashed out in bed floating through her mind: white sheet loose around his hips, arm slung over his head, muscular chest on display . . . Just the thought got her juices flowing.
But she couldnt think about naked Lane at that particular moment. She needed to focus on the fact that something was potentially wrong with Angela Gallagher, a woman shed known her entire life. Wren was putting on a brave face, but Delilah knew her friend was worried. And Lane was probably quietly freaking out, not that hed tell anyone. He was all about carrying the burden on his own. Always had been.
He had the shoulders for it, but come on. Everyone needed some emotional support at one time or another. Even quiet, stoic men like Lane who acted as if nothing ever bothered them.
Im going to take off, Delilah said as she stood. Are you staying?
Wren turned to look at her. Nah. Im too distracted. Guess Ill just head on home.
Do you want to grab some dinner or something? Delilah was in serious need of a shower, but shed hang out with her friend if she needed it. Girl time always came first.
Ill be fine, really. Thanks for offering though. Wren smiled faintly though it didnt quite reach her eyes. Ill lock up so you can go ahead and go.
Thanks, Delilah murmured as she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Text me if you need anything, okay? Even if you just need to talk, Im here for you.
Okay. Wren nodded distractedly, her gaze returning to the computer screen.
Hesitating, Delilah stood there, hating how she couldnt help her friend. She wanted to fix this. Snap her fingers and make all of Wrens problems and worries disappear. But she couldnt, and that was beyond frustrating.
After gathering the rest of her things, Delilah exited the studio, groaning inwardly when the early evening air hit her. Summer in full swing meant temperatures climbing as high as the midnineties, though it always cooled down in the evenings. She kept the studio as cold as her energy bill allowed her to, which wasnt always cold enough. Luckily her income this year had been the best so far, and she knew she had Wren to thank for that.
She had a lot to be thankful for: her business, her friends. Her family was in good health, and she had a roof over her head, a decent car to drive, and a little bit of money in the bank. She firmly believed shed never looked better"even in high school, and she remembered thinking she was hot s.h.i.t back then.