Last Resort (The Grayton Series Book 1) (14 page)

She blinked, holding her eyes closed for a moment. “Both. I have too much to handle right now. I don’t think I can deal with trying to figure out what is going on between us.”

He thought about it. “What if we went back to how it was before?”

She blinked and looked at him. “How?”

He smiled a little, deciding that it might just work. Reaching across the table, he picked up her hand and leaned a little closer. “Cassey, I want you…physically. I know you want me, too.” He watched heat replace the weariness in her eyes. “This way, I can be there to help you out. I want to be there for you.”

“
I…” She sighed and he could see her mind changing. “I just don’t know.” He had to do something quick, or he’d lose his chance, lose her. He didn’t want to lose her.
 

“
What do you say I drive you home? I’ve been staying in Surf Breeze for almost a week now.”
 

“
What about your car? Didn’t you drive here?”
 

He shook his head. “My father sent a car for me. I really had no choice but to come.” She looked at him for the first time. He was wearing a ratty shirt and sweats—not his normal clothing.

“
What did he do,” she chuckled, “send the hulk after you?”
 

He looked down and realized his gym clothes had gotten a few more holes in them since the last time he’d worn them. Laughing, he nodded. “Ricardo can seem like it sometimes. Think of your Tyrone on steroids.”

She whistled. “Why does your father employ someone like that?” She leaned forward, taking another sip of her tea. For the first time today, her eyes actually sparkled.

“
Oh, you’d be surprised who my father has threatened before.” He stood up, gathering their tray and trash. “What do you say I tell you all about it as I drive you home?”
 

She sighed and leaned back. “Fine, you win. I’m too tired to argue or drive back by myself.” She stood and waited until he’d cleared their table. “You know…” She smiled as they walked out the door. “I could use a new bus boy.” He laughed.

He talked to her as they drove back to Surf Breeze, telling her stories of his childhood and of what he’d heard about his father from some of the people who’d worked for him over the years. She’d listened and laughed, but he’d kept the stories lighthearted and upbeat. There was no reason to mention some of the more aggressive moves his father and grandfather had made in the name of keeping the family business thriving.

By the time they pulled into the parking lot next to her apartment, her eyes were barely open. He brushed a strand of hair over her shoulder.

“
You look beat.” He smiled a little.
 

“
I feel beat. Listen, I’m probably not going to make the best company.”
 

He shook his head and pulled her as close as he could with the middle console in the way. “Cassey, you don’t have to always entertain me. I’ve got my laptop.” He nodded towards the dark bag in her back seat. “And I have some work that I can do.”

She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “How about some hot chocolate and an old movie instead?”

He smiled. “Sounds wonderful.”

An hour later, his left arm was completely numb behind her neck as she slept peacefully against his shoulder.
The Towering Inferno
played quietly on the set. He’d turned the volume almost all the way down when he’d seen her eyes close for the fourth time. Their hot chocolate mugs sat on the coffee table, empty. He’d made a large bowl of microwave caramel popcorn, which she had barely touched.

He knew she was under a lot of stress, thanks to his father. Actually, he was sure that in the next few weeks, he was going to be dealing with some of his own problems because of his family.

He wanted to finish some of the work he’d hoped to complete today before being whisked away by his father.

Shifting, he pulled Cassey close and easily carried her into her room. She moaned a little then snuggled closer to him as he walked sideways through her bedroom door. Laying her down gently on her bed, he watched as she snuggled into her soft pillow. He pulled off her low heels and smiled at her bright pink toenails. He’d missed that about her in the last few weeks; her toes were the cutest he’d ever seen. Her ankles weren’t half-bad either. He smiled as his eyes followed her long limbs up her body. She was a nice package, he thought, as his eyes rested on her eyelashes. He frowned a little when he noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

Walking into the next room, he pulled out his laptop and got to work, trying to counter anything he thought his father would throw at him in the next few weeks.

By midnight, he thought he had all his bases covered. He’d emailed all the contractors he’d been working with as well as his contact down at the city office to confirm his permits wouldn’t be disturbed. He had even composed a press release, which he’d sent to several local papers along the coast. He thought that once word was out about his new business, there would be no stopping him.

He stood up, stretched his hands over his head, and rolled his neck. He was a little stiff, since his workout had been cut short by his father and he hadn’t been able to cool down. Walking down the hallway, he pulled off his tennis shoes and climbed into the bed. Cassey rolled over in sleep and snuggled up against his side. He wrapped his arm around her and closed his eyes. For the first time in weeks, he felt at peace.

 

Cassey was back at her old house, looking around in the dark room. She held her breath as someone walked by. She prayed that it was her father but could tell by the way the floorboards creaked from the extra weight that it was Kimberly. Out of the two of them, Kimberly was worse. Her father usually only got mad at her when he was tired or hungry, but Kimberly was mad all the time.

There wasn’t enough light in the little room to see anything, so when the door opened and light flooded in, she closed her eyes to the blinding brightness. Her heart beat in her ears, deafening her to everything so she was now both blind and deaf to what was going to happen next. Her arm was yanked hard as she was pulled up off the floor. Her tiny arm popped as she was pulled from the closet area, and as she tried to stand, her legs folded underneath her because she’d been sitting for too long.

No words were spoken as the large hands tried to get her to walk, pushing her forward. She stumbled as her legs started working. Her eyes were still closed to the brightness of the room. When she fell, she landed hard on her hands and knees and as her eyes flew open, she screamed.

“
Cassey!” Luke shook her over and over and finally her eyes opened. “It’s just a dream.” He gathered her close as her heart beat frantically in her chest. Her hands shook as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

The dreams always returned when she was stressed. She should have expected the nightmare after what had transpired yesterday. She knew what had come after her eyes opened, how close that particular beating had come to ending her. It had taken days before she’d been able to open her jaw and months before she could walk again.

When her father had gotten home, Kimberly had told him that she’d tried to call the police on them. She didn’t even know how to use a phone, let alone how to call anyone for help. But her father had just made a spot for her to lie down in the basement, and that had become her new prison until she’d finally escaped that fateful night.

“
I’m okay now,” she said into his chest. When he pulled back and looked at her, she realized the light on his side of the bed was on. She wondered how long it had taken him to wake her. Back when she was living at home, it sometimes took all three of her brothers to get her eyes to finally open and her mind to clear from the dreams.

His eyes showed his concern. “Are you sure? You were screaming so loud.” He gathered her up one more time for a light hug.

Nodding her head, she closed her eyes for just a moment to enjoy the feel of him next to her. It had been too long. She’d missed how he felt, how he smelled. Then he was pulling back and sitting up, leaning against her headboard.

She sighed and followed him up. “I know you want to know what that’s all about.” When he nodded, she rested her head back against the headboard and started rubbing her forehead. The headache that came after the dreams had already started. “I’ve told you how the Graytons saved my brothers, my sister, and myself. When I was seven, I ran away from my father and stepmother.” She opened her eyes and looked at him.

He had relaxed a little and was patiently waiting to hear her story.

“
Until I was five, they’d kept me locked me in a small closet. They only allowed me out once a day to go to the bathroom. If I had accidents, they would beat me, so I learned early to control myself. It wasn’t as if they were feeding me a lot, and they only let me drink a little water as well. I must have just turned six when Kimberly, my stepmother, beat me so bad that I was confined to a cot in the basement for months. That ten by eight clearing in the basement became my new cell. I now had a dirt floor, which I could use as a bathroom any time I wanted, and enough room that I could walk and use my legs for the first time in my life. My legs got stronger, and one night, I crawled up a stack of junk in the basement and crawled out the window. I ran until I was out of energy, and then I hid under a tree. That’s where my guardian angel found me.” She smiled, remembering seeing Lilly for the first time. “She’d watched the house for weeks, knowing there was a child living there but never seeing me. My father kept telling them that I had died with my mother, but Lilly never gave up. I had left the house three time in my life. The third time, someone had seen me hiding in my father’s truck and called social services.” She smiled. “You know, the only reason I was in the truck that day was because it was my birthday. My father thought of the little trip to the gas station as a sort of birthday present. Half the time, I’d kept my eyes closed tightly, because I wasn’t used to the bright lights.”

“
Tell me they paid for what they did to you.” His voice was low, and she could see the anger in his eyes.

She nodded. “For a while, yes. When I was in high school, I overheard the Graytons talking about how they had both gotten out of jail. For years after, I was afraid they would hunt me down and make me pay. But I haven’t heard from or seen them since, and I stopped worrying that they would find me.”

“
I can only imagine how horrible living like that must have been.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “How could you recover from something like that?”

“
The Graytons were the only reason I got over everything so quickly. Them and my brothers and Marissa. Hearing what each one of them had gone through helped me recover and learn to trust.”

“
You’re amazing.” He pulled back and looked down at her as she smiled up at him.

“
I only have the dreams when I’ve had an emotional day.” She frowned a little.

“
I’ve been doing some thinking about your situation.” He glanced over at the clock. “But it’s too early to talk shop right now.” He pulled her down until they were lying down. She moved around until he was spooning her, his mouth right by her ear. “Rest some more.” He kissed her neck, just below her ear. “And this time dream of me.” He kissed her gently again.

She did, and when she woke three hours later, she felt totally refreshed. It didn’t hurt to have Luke’s warm body next to hers. His arms were wrapped tightly around her in slumber. When she tried to move, he pulled her closer as she laughed.

“
Good morning.” She turned and looked into his brown eyes.

“
Hmmm.” He leaned in and placed a warm kiss on her lips. “Yes it is.” She could feel his legs wrap around her hips as he started to run his hands over her shoulders. “Did you dream of me?”

She blushed a little, remembering how the rest of her night’s dreams had gone. Seeing her blush, he smiled slowly. “Care to tell me exactly what I did to you in your dreams that would cause this?”

She giggled and then sobered. “How about I show you?” She leaned over and looked down at him as she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Her hands went to his hair, holding his mouth to hers. Straddling him, she felt his morning desire, which matched the heat that had spread throughout her body. She’d removed her clothes in the middle of the night, and now she wore a black pair of underwear shorts and a black tank top. His hands roamed over her hips as she pressed her desire to his.

She felt his hips jump as the friction between them heated up. His gray gym shorts were easy enough to pull down his hips. Removing his T-shirt, she soaked in the sight of him. It looked like he’d been working out a lot since the last time she’d seen him. His arms looked bigger; the muscles were more defined as she ran her fingers over each new one.

“
Mmmm, I like.” She looked up into his eyes and smiled. He flexed under her touch, and she couldn’t stop herself from dipping her head to lick her way down to his navel. She took her time exploring the six-pack along the path.