Текст книги "Love's Secret Torment"
Автор книги: Stacy L. Darnell
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LOVE’S SECRET TORMENT
Copyright © 2015 by Stacy L. Darnell
Published by Infinity Books, LLC
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is entirely coincidental.
Cover Design: Robin Harper, Wicked by Design
Editor: Nancy S. Thompson
Cover Photographer: Mandy Hollis, MHPhotography
Interior Designer: Integrity Formatting
To my husband and son, Mike and Austin Darnell
for the endless hours I’ve had my laptop with me wherever I go
~ your support, encouragement and belief in my dream has meant the world to me.
Dedication
Chapter 1—How It All Began
Chapter 2—Captivating Brown Eyes
Chapter 3—Hello My Name Is
Chapter 4—Those We’ve Lost
Chapter 5—The Sky, Balloons And Other Things
Chapter 6—Strange
Chapter 7—Fresh Air And Happiness
Chapter 8—Much Needed Family Time
Chapter 9—The Swimming Hole
Chapter 10—Firsts
Chapter 11—Bliss
Chapter 12—I Didn’t See That Coming
Chapter 13—Light Switch
Chapter 14—Cold Depths Of Crystal Blue
Chapter 15—Goodbye Atlanta, Hello Auburn
Chapter 16—In For A Penny, In For A Pound
Chapter 17—The Aftermath
Chapter 18—Frustrated
Chapter 19—Happy And Content
Chapter 20—The Time Of Our Lives
Chapter 21—Lightly Salted Air
Chapter 22—It’s A Small Awkward World
Chapter 23—Putting The Pieces Back Together
Chapter 24—Torn
Chapter 25—I Wish I Was Selfish
Chapter 26—Some Things You Can’t Take Back
Chapter 27—Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
Chapter 28—2230
Chapter 29—Emptiness
Chapter 30—Can’t Be Together
Chapter 31—Emmett’s Letter
Chapter 32—Hope
Chapter 33—New Beginnings
Chapter 34—Saying Goodbye
Chapter 35—Fun In The Sun
Chapter 36—Emmett’s Gift
Chapter 37—Healing Hearts
Chapter 38—Packing Up
Chapter 39—Getting Settled
Chapter 40—Life Isn’t Always Black and White
Chapter 41—Reality Sucks
Chapter 42—Adjusting
Chapter 43—Friends Are Amazing
Chapter 44—Shattered
Chapter 45—Empty
Chapter 46—New Realities
Chapter 47—One Day at a Time
Chapter 48—In Between
Chapter 49—As Days Go By
Chapter 50—Mine
Chapter 51—A Bright New Day
Chapter 52—Once Something Is Said, It Can’t Be Unsaid
Chapter 53—I Didn’t Expect That
Chapter 54—Healing Doesn’t Happen Overnight
Chapter 55—Helpless
Chapter 56—One Day At A Time
Chapter 57—Lost In A Good Way
Chapter 58—Good Tidings
Chapter 59—The Next Step
Chapter 60—The Stars In The Sky
Acknowledgements
About the Author
It was the summer before my junior year of high school, five years since the worst day of my life, the day my cousin died, taking another life with her. My family had experienced a great deal of sadness and heartache in those five years, not to mention guilt and that everlasting question—what if?
But as awful as that day was, as painful as the knowledge that Jolie’s decision to drink then drive had not only robbed our family of a loved one, but another’s as well, if it weren’t for that worst day, I never would have experienced the best day of my life.
Since her death, members of my family have volunteered to help raise funds for drunk driving awareness. I’d always wanted to help, too.
One afternoon while walking our chocolate lab, Gage, I saw a flyer on a telephone pole advertising a charity event for the cause. I snapped a picture of it with my cell phone. Later that night, I called the number listed and signed up to help. I wanted make a difference.
Making jewelry was one of my passions. Susan, the foundation president, said they were having an auction and needed items to bid on. I was so excited, I signed up right away.
As I organized my supplies scattered in piles on the table, the wind blew across the park, knocking down my sign. Thankfully, it wasn’t my charms. I bent down to pick up the sign when I saw a flash of light in my peripheral vision.
I looked up and saw it was sunlight reflecting off the leg of a chair being carried by a hot guy. My heart stopped for a second. He stood with his back toward me, picking up stacked chairs. The way his muscles moved under his skin was so sexy, I caught myself holding my breath as I stared.
It was a hot, sunny day. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and as the sweat dripped down his back, I could see he had a strong muscular body. His fine ass was attached to sexy, long legs. When he turned around, my eyes focused on his toned abs, my skin tingled, and I completely lost track of what I was doing.
As my attention traveled up his body to his face, I immediately recognized him from school.
Alec Morris.
He was in my junior class. My friend Heather, and I always lusted over Alec, but I was shy, and neither of us ever had the nerve to talk to him. There was always something about him that just wasn’t approachable.
The three of us had gym together last year, but other than that, we’d never had any classes together. And let me tell you, that class was definitely my favorite of the day. It fast became my favorite class of the year. Maybe of all time.
As I struggled to tear my gaze from him, I finished my jewelry pieces. But I couldn’t keep from peeking up at him. I felt like such a creeper. His messy hair and crystal blue eyes made my cheeks feel hot, and I dropped my pliers when I noticed him walking in my direction.
“Hi. Samone Lang, right?”
I blinked several times, not quite believing he was standing only a few feet away, shirtless, sweaty, and talking to me. Swallowing hard, I attempted to speak, but apparently, the English language had become a distant memory. Thank God my instincts kicked in and I nodded.
“I’m Alec, Alec Morris. We had gym together last year.”
He stared at me like I was his favorite dessert, his gaze roaming from my lips to my eyes. It made me squirm in my chair. I’d never experienced someone looking at me the way he did.
“You can call me Sam. All of my friends do.”
“Well, I really like your name. It’s pretty. Unique. So . . . if it’s okay with you, I’d like to call you Samone,” he said as he put his foot up on the bench, wiping his forehead with a wet towel.
“Umm yeah.” I nodded. “That would be kind of cool actually.”
I smiled up at him. I prayed that the sesame seeds from the bagel I’d eaten earlier weren’t stuck in my teeth. That would be my luck.
He seemed nervous, fidgety as he looked away. He acted as if he wanted to say something more. I was relieved when his amazing lips formed a beautiful smile.
“You know what they say—you only live once—and . . . well, I’ve kind of wanted to talk to you for a long time. So maybe we could have lunch together when we wrap up here? I’d love to know why you’re volunteering, and I know a great café. We could take my truck.” He winked.
I knew I was in for it. He was so much nicer than I had imagined. I just couldn’t match up this Alec with the aloof, standoffish version from school. He was always getting into trouble during class for not paying attention. But he had the right answers when the gym teacher asked him questions, usually about whatever game rules we were just given. It made me wonder if he was purposely acting guarded from the world in general. Heather would never believe he came over and talked to me, let alone asked me out.
“That sounds great. I should be finished here soon.” My grin was permanently plastered to my face.
“Really?”
He looked surprised . . . as if I might have actually said no.
“Awesome, okay. I just have a couple more tables to move for Susan, and then I’ll be ready. Why don’t we meet over by the gazebo? My truck is parked there. It’s the old, green one. I’m going to rinse off in the showers by the pool and change into some clean clothes, but I shouldn’t be long.”
My mind was stuck on the visual of him rinsing off in the showers when he pulled me from my thoughts.
“Samone?”
“Oh, sorry. That sounds good. Umm, no worries if it takes a bit. I can just catch up on my reading.”
He cocked an eyebrow and looked around. “Reading?”
“Kindle app. Three hundred books in one small package.”
He laughed lightly and nodded. “All right then. I’ll be just a few more minutes.”
I gawked at his sexy, tanned back as he walked away. Hurrying, I packed up my beads. I’d never been so excited to abandon my hobby. But I couldn’t wait to finish so I could get to the gazebo and meet Alec.
Walking to the gazebo, I could see him pacing. He was on his phone and didn’t look happy. I wondered what or who could’ve changed his mood so dramatically in just ten minutes. He shoved his phone in the front pocket of his jeans, roughed his hands through his hair, and moved the nearest table into position.
I walked over and sat on one of the benches. When I pulled my phone out to check for messages, the lock screen showed three texts. My best friends, Alison and Tamron, were demanding to know what time I’d be done and my sister, Tricia, wanted to make sure I’d be around when she came home from college the following weekend.
I sent a brief text to Tricia confirming I would be and we needed to fit a pedicure in while she was in town. Then I sent Alison and Tamron a group text saying I didn’t know what time I’d be done. I had a lunch date, and even though I was ditching them for a hot guy, under no circumstance should they see the new Robert Downey Jr. movie without me.
I wasn’t surprised when the rapid-fire text messages started coming in. It was their typical twenty questions. I loved those girls, I really did, but I swear, sometimes it felt like there was a big age difference between us when, in reality, they were only a year older. I decided to appease their curiosity, knowing they would be digging out the yearbooks to look him up.
Me:
His name is Alec Morris.
T:
He hasn’t been approved.
Me:
Seriously Tamron? Alison, is she for real?
A:
He’s not on the list, Sam.
Me:
Are you kidding me right now? There’s a list?
T:
Yes, there’s a list. He’s not on it. Tell him you forgot you already had lunch plans with your besties.
A:
Chicks before dicks, Sam.
Me:
OMG. Sorry girls, but I’m going.
A:
Wait Sam, you can’t.
Me:
Meet at my house. Maybe I’ll stop drooling by then. Preview . . . sexy, tanned, muscular back. YW.
T:
Ah—hell.
A:
Go. Have lunch. Just lunch.
Me:
Ha ha, I should’ve started off with that. Love you both.
When I looked up, I noticed Alec leaning against the gazebo, watching me with a smirk on his face. It was an improvement over the scowl he wore when he was on his cell earlier.
“So the book you’re reading, is it funny?”
My face must have been red. I felt the heat in my cheeks.
“Oh . . . no, it’s actually a romance.” I smiled. “I was just laughing at my best friends. They wanted to know when I was going to be done here because we’re supposed to meet for a movie. They kind of freaked when I told them I had a lunch date . . . uh . . . I mean . . . plans . . . and didn’t know what time I’d be done. They’re kind of a force of nature.”
I didn’t miss the triumphant smile and light in his eyes when I’d slipped and said date.
“Date huh?” He grinned.
My God, it was the most adorable expression ever, whether at my expense or not, I couldn’t deny it was sexy. I fumbled over my feet, getting up as he came over and offered me his hand. When we touched, tingles spread over my entire body. We walked to his truck. He even opened the door for me. He was such a gentleman.
Mesmerized, I watched him saunter around to the driver’s side, and I almost had to pinch myself to prove I wasn’t dreaming. He slid his long legs into the seat and started the truck. The powerful muscles in his arms rippled as he shifted it into gear. He was absolutely mouthwatering.
Turning on the radio, Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl” started playing through the speakers. He looked at me and winked. I didn’t realize it then, but that moment was the beginning of something amazing.
My hands began to sweat as we pulled into the parking lot for Reveille Coffeehouse and Café. I glanced at the beautiful girl sitting in the passenger seat of my truck.
Yup . . . she’s really there. Holy shit.
Her hands were in her lap, and she was fidgeting with her bracelet. She was nervous. Well, that made two of us. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. There was no room in my life for a girl. I was damned, and the people I loved tended to suffer for it.
Her sweet voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“So, have you eaten here before?”
I pulled into a spot and shifted my truck into park. Leaning my head back against the headrest, I closed my eyes. Her soft hand slipped into mine and she exhaled a shaky breath.
“If . . . if you don’t want to go in, it’s okay. I can get a ride back to the park to get my car.”
“No, Samone. I’m sorry. It’s not that. I want to be here with you. It’s just—complicated.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“And I would never make you get a ride anywhere. I’m not an asshole.”
“No, I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry Alec.”
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, but wanted to make sure we were clear. You don’t ever have to worry when you’re with me.”
Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled.
“To answer your question, yes, I’ve eaten here before. It’s really good. Let’s go in, okay?” I said as I lightly squeezed her hand.
Her beautiful brown eyes captivated me as she sat in the booth across from me.
“So . . . what’s good here?” she asked with a quiet voice.
“Everything I’ve tried is great, but my favorite is the ham and cheese omelet.”
“Oh good. Thanks.” She nodded.
After the waitress took our order, I looked up at Sam, her brown gaze staring at me. She startled when she realized I caught her and looked everywhere except at me.
“Will you look at me?”
She blushed a crimson red but focused those beautiful eyes on me. ”Why are you staring at me?”
“I don’t know,” I said in raw honesty.
“Oh.”
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” I smiled as I watched her cheeks turn several shades of pink. The way her smile lit up her face was enough to make a sad man happy on his worst day.
“Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself,” she said with a coy smile.
Her eyes lit with curiosity. ”So why were you volunteering?”
“It was just something I needed to do, that’s all,” I muttered.
Damn it, I clenched my fists. I wished I hadn’t told her I wanted to know why she was volunteering. That was a quid-pro-quo type of question, and I wasn’t about to open that can of worms. But I was grasping at straws when I asked her out and had a case of verbal diarrhea.
“Let’s not talk about that right now. Tell me about you. What movie are you ditching your friends for me for?”
Her lopsided grin was perfect. ”Robert Downey Jr.’s new movie. But they’re waiting to see it with me. He’s one of my favorite actors. I kind of fan-girl over him.”
I cocked an eyebrow at her as an embarrassed look spread across her face.
“Oh my God. I didn’t just say that.” She covered her face with her hands. “Forget you heard it, please.”
“It’s okay, Samone. I like to know my competition ahead of time,” I teased.
One day, a couple months into our junior year, while we were waiting for a movie to start at the theater, Alec leaned over and put his arm around me. “Samone, I’d like to meet your parents.”
“Oh. Umm, okay,” I replied. “They asked to meet you, too, but I haven’t found the right time.”
“That’s okay. I’ve been meaning to ask for a couple weeks now,” he said. “I just want to officially introduce myself before we get much further into our relationship.”
“Relationship, huh?” I teased.
“Yes, relationship. We’ve been dating a few months now. You. Are. Mine,” he said as he looked directly in my eyes.
“Yes . . . I am,” I replied with a smile. I hesitated because he was always so closed off about his own family. “Alec, can I meet your parents, too?”
The set of his shoulders stiffened, and he let go of my hand, leaving a sense of cold behind.
“No. That’s not possible¸” he snapped.
I couldn’t understand his reaction. But I let the subject drop. I rubbed my hands together, wishing I could take the question back.
“You know, I want you to meet Alison and Tamron, too. They’re driving me nuts about meeting you.”
I saw him relax into his seat and breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want to upset him.
“Cool. Maybe I could come in and meet your parents when I take you home later. And I’d love to meet your friends.”
“Yeah well, meeting my parents will be easy as pie. It’s the girls you have to worry about,” I teased.
“Nah, they’ll be fine. The way you talk about them, I am sure they’ve already stalked me around town to make sure I’m not a serial killer or something.” He laughed in a fake nervous way.
I smacked him on the shoulder. “They’re not that bad. Just . . . okay, well maybe borderline.” I giggled.
The movie started, and I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder as we watched. He held my hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb over mine. I relished in the feel of his touch.
When the movie was over, we passed a Starbucks on the way back to my house. Alec took the drive-thru and ordered us lattes before continuing on to my house.
Mom and Dad were sitting out on the front porch when we pulled into the driveway. Alec parked and dashed around to my door, helping me out of his truck. As we walked up the front porch steps, I saw my parents watching me with expectant eyes. I guess this meeting was going to happen whether we’d planned it or not.
“Hey, Mom, Dad.”
“Hey there, Princess,” Dad said.
As I leaned into Alec’s side, he gave my hand a light, reassuring squeeze. I felt relieved when I looked up at his soft smile, and turned back toward my parents.
“This is Alec Morris. I’ve been meaning to introduce you for a while. Just . . . you know me. I keep getting distracted.”
Mom and Dad smiled as I laughed nervously.
“He said he wanted to meet y’all tonight, so we came back early.”
“Yes, we’ve been wanting to meet him, too.” Dad looked at Alec and raised his hand. “Alec, it’s nice to finally meet you. This is Sam’s mom, Maggie, and I’m Vance.”
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lang. It’s a pleasure,” he said, shaking my dad’s hand and kissing the top of my mom’s.
“Maggie and Vance is fine. There’s no need for formalities here,” Dad said.
“Okay, sir,” Alec said with a nervous smile. “I mean . . . Vance.”
We sat and talked with my parents as we sipped sweet tea and snacked on some Mom’s famous ginger snaps.
Gage came out and met Alec. He kept trying to sit in our laps while we sat on the porch swing. But it wasn’t working since he was eighty pounds of crazy puppy. He finally settled on lying at our feet.
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Lang—Sorry . . . I mean, Maggie and Vance.” He smiled. “It’s been nice meeting you both.”
“For us, too Alec,” Dad said.
“Yes, come see us again sometime,” Mom added.
“Yes, ma’am.” Alec smiled.
My parents went inside the house. I walked Alec down to his truck wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”
“You’re welcome, Samone,” he said as he pulled me into his arms. His lips gently pressed against mine. His fingers wound through my hair. My mouth opened to his, the kiss was warm and caused shivers to run down my spine.
“I had fun, and your parents are really nice. I’m helping my Aunt with a few repairs around the house tomorrow, but I’ll see you at school on Monday.”
“Okay. Drive safe going home.” I lightly squeezed his hand.
“Will do,” he said then climbed into his truck and drove away.
The following Saturday, we made plans to meet up with Alison and Tamron for lunch at Reveille Café. I was excited for Alec to meet the girls. I loved him and hoped they would, too. He was that guy, the one you can’t help but like. He was sexy, funny, caring, and always made sure I was happy.
We got there early and had the hostess seat us at a booth. I slid in on one side and Alec scooted in beside me. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
“Relax, Samone. There’s no need to be so nervous.”
“Easy for you to say,” I murmured.
The waitress came and took our drink order while we waited for the girls to join us. I smiled nervously when they walked around the corner toward our booth.
“Hey, girls!” I called.
“Hi Sam, Alec,” Alison said, looking from me to Alec and back.
“Hey there,” Tamron replied as they slipped into the booth and got settled. The waitress returned with our drinks and a couple extra ice waters for the girls.
“Would you like anything else to drink?” she asked them.
“Yeah, I’ll have a Coke,” Tamron said.
“Do you have Diet Pepsi?” Alison asked with hopeful eyes.
“I’m sorry, just Coke, miss,” the waitress said.
“Just Coke products? What kind of a country are we living in when one of its citizens can’t exercise their freedom of choice in their local eating establishment? How dare you discriminate against my beverage of preference? I know we’re in Atlanta, the epicenter for Coke. But the last time I checked, Atlanta was still a part of America.”
“Relax Alison,” Tamron urged. “It’s not the waitress’s fault. Geez.”
“Right. Sorry. I’ll have a lemonade,” Alison deadpanned.
The waitress walked away and the girls looked across the table at us and smiled.
I cleared my throat. “Girls, this is Alec. Alec, this is Tamron and Alison,” I said, motioning to them in turn.
“It’s nice to meet you both.”
“Thanks, Alec. It’s nice to finally meet you, too,” Tamron retorted.
The table jolted as Alison kicked her under it.
Alison smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Alec.”
“I know, girls. I’m sorry. Things just kept coming up. He just met my parents last week.”
“Well Sam, you can’t fall off the face of the earth just because you met a hot guy,” Tamron scolded.
I looked at Alec and could have sworn he was blushing. I smiled to myself. “I know. We’ve just been doing so much on the weekends.”
“It’s okay, Sam,” Alison said. “We’re meeting him now.”
After the waitress came and took our orders, the girls swung their heads in unison to look directly at Alec.
“Okay, Alec, we need to have a talk,” Tamron began.
I inwardly groaned as I twisted at the cloth napkin on my lap.
“Okay,” he said.
“If you hurt her. At all. Ever. You will regret it,” Alison said.
“I won’t hurt her. There’s no need to worry. In fact, I’m finding myself falling madly in love with her,” he replied, looking at me with a smile.
Heat flooded my cheeks as my head snapped up to his then slowly turned and stared doe-eyed at the girls. They looked back with approving amusement.
“Well then. That’s settled. Let’s catch up,” Tamron said matter-of-factly.
