with
warmth. His eyes round as he takes me in.
“You’re welcome.” His smile melts me. I am glad he
is not chastising me for swimming alone at night, though something tells me he
wants to.
“Did you ever meet my grandmother?”
“Yes, she is an amazing woman, let’s you know just
what’s on her mind.” He chuckles and looks up like he is thinking of her.
“That’s her alright.”
“I am going to visit her in the morning.”
“Mind if I come along?”
“Not at all, I’m sure she’d like that.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up at six.”
“Okay.”
“Good night Brennen.” I love the way he says my
name, slow and smooth, his voice is like velvet. I restrain the urge to pull
him into me; it takes all of my strength not to. He leans in and I hold my
breath, hoping nonetheless for a goodbye kiss, instead he tucks a lock of my
hair behind my ear like I’m his little sister. It stings. So this is it. I
sigh.
“I know.” He sighs as well. He locks and closes the
back door behind him. I watch him through the wooden shutters as he makes his
way back to his house.
***
Elijah picks
me up at six a.m. in a stunning blue 1969 Camaro. My dad would have gone nuts
over this car. His hair is still wet from the shower and he smells like some
woodsy scent with a hint of sweet baked cinnamon roll. Does he really bake? He
always smells of something sweet. My nose lingers as he holds my door open for
me. He looks at me with brows cocked. I slide into the leather interior; his
car even smells like him. I drink it in. I am wearing a cream pencil skirt and
red sleeveless cowl neck blouse and black heels. I note how his eyes carry down
my legs before he puts the car into reverse. My choice of wardrobe was very
intentional. The radio is tuned to classic rock and a sweet guitar rift is
playing in the background.
“You know, you’re all she talked about the last time
I saw her. She is so proud of you,” he says and flashes that knock-out smile at
me and I can’t help it, I break out in a cheesy grin myself. I notice he smiles
quite often. I think it must be how he gets the world to bend at his will.
“I miss her so much. I hope she remembers me today,
I need her to,” I trail off, gazing out the window as we drive over the water.
He puts his hand on my knee and strokes lightly back and forth. My eyes can’t
hide their want. He clutches my hand to reassure me then releases it. I know his
intentions are to comfort me as my friend but I can’t help my feelings of
disappointment, I turn my gaze toward the window. I wish he would give in to
his feelings.
“I think Sam Montgomery really likes you, it is okay
if… you know, want to go out with him. I’m sorry for blowing up on him in class
the other day.” What? So now he is
offering dating advice for me? Oh that really hurts. I stare at him in
disbelief. He has no intention of giving in to his feelings and now he thinks
that me dating Sam will accomplish what? He may be
older than me but he wants to play games like some little boy. I don’t play
games.
“I like you Elijah, I don’t care that you are an
agent, that I am part of your job description. I crave you. And Sam, well he is nice and he is someone I
could care about even, but this thing between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt
before.” I take his hand and kiss his
fingers.
“Crave hmm?” A playful smile crosses his lips. “You
are very hard to resist Bree. My desire for you is unquestionable. But if I give in to what I want, I can’t keep
you safe. I can’t lose focus on the real threat that someone wants to hurt you
and if that ever happened, I would be crippled Brennen.” He kisses my fingers.
I bask in the softness of his lips and resign my seduction for another
day.
“Well there ya go,” I quip.
We sign in at the front desk and I pass one of Grandma’s
nurses in the hall. Edith I think is her name.
“She’s having a good day today Ms. Hale.” I confirm
her name with
Julie Valentine, Grace Valentine