“Who can pass up a greasy burger and fries? Yes. I’ll see you soon.”
When I got home, I threw on my favorite yoga pants and a hoodie, and pulled my hair into a high ponytail. Mason had a key, so when I walked into my kitchen, he was there setting our food on the table.
He glanced up at me and smirked. “You’re the only woman I know who looks great without makeup.”
Once we finished eating, Mason told me he had an early day the next day, so he took off.
With no papers or tests to grade that night, I curled up on the sofa with a romance novel. I was so engrossed, I lost track of time. When I glanced at my phone later, I was surprised to find it after eleven. Also surprising was there were no calls or texts. Not wanting to be too clingy, I decided not to call Drake and went to bed instead.
Just as I was about to set up my phone to recharge, it buzzed.
D
RAKE
: Hi. I’m so sorry I haven’t called you. We’ve been in strategy meetings all day.
L
UCY
: Oh. Glad you’re okay.
D
RAKE
: I am. How are you?
L
UCY
: Better now that I know you’re all right.
D
RAKE
: I got your voice mail. I can’t wait to get away with you.
L
UCY
: I’m looking forward to it.
The truth was, I was dreading it. Not spending time with him, of course, but I’d decided it would be a good time to tell him how and why I ended up in Virginia. My stomach rolled at the thought of it, but he needed to know and I needed to tell him.
D
RAKE
: Can I come over? I want to hold you.
L
UCY
: Please.
D
RAKE
: See you in a few. I’m leaving now.
About twenty-five minutes later, my doorbell rang. When I swung the door open, my heart skipped a little faster. Drake seemed to get better-looking every time I saw him. But today, his scruff was thicker, his hair messier, and that combined with his worn jeans and white T-shirt made me melt.
He stepped inside, shut the door, and pulled me against him, squeezing me as if his life depended on it. His head dropped onto my shoulder, but still he said nothing.
Something was definitely off. Not knowing what else to do, I rubbed his back in a soothing motion.
When he stepped back, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me hard. He wasn’t himself. The kiss wasn’t tender, it was lip crushing, teeth banging, tongue thrusting, and filled with lust. He slipped his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. We ended up in my bedroom, where he sat me on the bed.
Finally breaking our mouths apart, he stared at me. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself,” I said in a small voice.
“I missed you today.”
“I see that.” I smiled as he gently tucked errant strands of my hair behind my ears.
We lay down on my comforter, facing each other, and I tucked my hand under my cheek as my heart raced.
“What’s wrong, Drake?” I had no idea what he was going to say, but I had a pretty good feeling it wasn’t going to be good.
After a long pause, he said, “I need to tell you what happened today, and I don’t want you to get upset.”
I froze at that, and I was pretty sure I stopped breathing. “Okay. You can tell me anything.”
“I went out for drinks tonight with Ben to try and smooth things over from the other night. It was his idea.”
Just the mention of that man’s name told me this wasn’t going to be a good story.
Nodding to encourage him to continue, I asked, “And did you?”
He swallowed so hard it was almost audible. “Ben and I were having a drink. Then Emily, my ex-girlfriend, showed up.”
Wait . . . What? “Did you say your ex-girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
Biting my lip, I said nothing as my mind whirled. Oh my God. Does he still have feelings for her? Do I dare ask?
“I’m so sorry, Lucy.”
This was going from bad to worse. Wanting to throw up, I choked out, “Why are you sorry?”
“Because when we were leaving the restaurant, a guy snapped our picture with his phone.”
“Oh. Is that all?” This was much better than thinking he wanted her back.
“Isn’t that enough? But no, that isn’t all.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Ben told me he’d take care of it.” He looked utterly defeated, and it hurt me to see him this upset.
“Do you still have feelings for her?”
I prayed I knew the answer, but I needed to hear it. Color me insecure, but I didn’t care. I needed to hear the words.
“Absolutely not. I only have feelings for you, but it all happened so fast. At first it seemed like a coincidence we were all in the same place. She asked me how things were going, asked about my family, stuff like that. Then I looked at her hand and noticed she was wearing an engagement ring, so I congratulated her.”
“I’m confused.”
“So was I, because she was all smiles and thanked me, and I thought that was it. Until I went outside to leave and she was there. She ran up to me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me.”
Every nerve in my body prickled, and I got that tingling sensation behind my nose that told me that tears were on their way. “She kissed you?”
“Then she said, ‘Thanks for the money shot,’ and walked away.” He raked his hand through his hair. “I have no idea what game she’s playing.”
He kissed her. Well, she’d kissed him, but the lips that were just on mine had been on hers this evening. Without thinking, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.
That move didn’t slide past Drake. He lowered his head and exhaled a long breath. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”
I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t his fault. He was set up, plain and simple, but why?
Obviously it was time for me to prove to him and myself that I could handle this. So I inched closer to him and kissed him.
“I understand,” I said softly, “and I’m not upset with you. This wasn’t your fault. I suppose things like this are bound to happen.”
Drake’s phone buzzed, and he tugged it from his pocket. He scanned the screen, and his jaw ticked as he sat up and pressed a button on the phone.
“Yes, Ben.” Silence.
“Do we know why?” More silence.
A vein in his neck throbbed as he stood up and began to pace next to the bed.
“Good . . . thank you. No, I don’t want to do that. We run a clean campaign, and that’s it.”
He turned the phone off and shoved it in his pocket. The bed dipped as he lay down again beside me.
It was unnerving to hear just his side of the conversation. Unable to contain myself, I asked, “What happened?”
“Grissett’s crew happened. I knew they’d try and dig up dirt, even if it’s old dirt. That’s just . . . I don’t know what that is.” He rolled to his back and turned his head in my direction. “Ben got the man to delete the photo, but seems to think they aren’t going to stop until they find something to use against me. I don’t have any skeletons, so they can dig all they like.”
I scooted over to him and laid my head on his chest. “So, it’s over?”
“It is until Grissett tries something else.”
My heart pinched at that thought. That something else was going to be me. If Grissett’s camp knew about my history, they never would have contacted Emily. She was small potatoes compared to the bombshell I could provide them.
CHAPTER 14
~ Drake ~
Sleep evaded me that night as my mind replayed everything that transpired. I knew Lucy got the morning paper, so I gingerly moved and tried not to wake her when I heard it hit the front door close to dawn.