Free Who I Became (Who I Was Book 2) by Kasidy Blake Page A

agrees that he is better off not knowing.
    “Be careful.  She doesn’t remember. Don’t do anything without her remembering. That’s really shitty.  I see the way she looks at you. There is interest but it seems off for you to play on that with everything…”             
    That pisses me off.  He must not understand that I love her more than my own life.  I would never do something like that. Yes I may have wanted to push her up on top of that sink, rip open her legs, then dive in between them face first, but I would never have done it.  Not like this.  “Seriously?” He can hear the anger in my tone.
    “Sorry, I know okay, just a reminder.  If you hurt her in any way, I will destroy you.” He smiles at the end and I decide not to hurt him.
    When you spend so much time with someone in such a high anxiety situation with lack of sleep, you are bound to slip up and piss each other off.  We relent on further talking as well, there isn’t much else to say right now and we think maybe we are better suited not risking any further conversations.  I help him start the fire and we are standing back from the fire a bit when the hairs on my neck begin to tingle a little.  She is done with her shower.
    I turn slowly and my eyes grow.  She is out of the shower all right.  She is standing in the living room still in her towel but now she is wet from her shower and if possible, sexier than before.  She is glowing.  I groan and then turn around, leaving the room to go get her some clothes. I can’t be trusted with her running around like that for any period of time, no matter how short the time frame is.  I know what I just said to Park, but a man has only so much self control. Parker follows me after a few minutes and I hand him her bag, then head back out to the car to get a few more of the supplies that we will need and giving me some space to breathe and to relax before she notices the effect she had on me. Fuck, I am sure it isn’t a secret to her. 
    I unload the boxes in the living room then start unpacking them. That’s when I look at the time.  I go and tell Park to meet me in the dining room. I would have preferred it be alone but she follows after. I don’t care how many times she says she wants or needs to be involved. I need her to not worry, to just rest, and relax.  Too bad she is as stubborn as an ox.
    “What’s up Wes?”
    I ignore Park’s question when I see Lillian looking at the kitchen longingly, shit, when did we eat last? I turn around and head right in there and start making something for dinner.  She comes in to see what I am doing and the bright smile on her face is all I would ever need for sustenance.
    “Mac N Cheese, my favorite.” She whispers—like it is a secret between just us, when I am sure anyone who has spent any time with her knows that. I would love to keep this between us, this little moment we are having. I look over at her and lower my head to her ear before responding.  “I know.” I whisper, just an inch from her ear and wink at her as I pull away.  She blushes a little, gives me her small smile then walks back to the dining room.  I love her.
    We sit down to eat.  For a while, we won’t be eating gourmet food, we don’t have the ability to be picky. I am just happy to have something that will comfort her. 
    “Okay Wes, now that we are eating.” He pauses to look at me like I am a crazy person for feeding her.  Does he expect her to starve? “What did you call me in here for?”
    “Vanessa will be calling in a minute. I wanted to make sure we were in the same location. I figured you would like to know what happened with the shit storm we left behind.”
    He takes a bite; understanding now, glances over at her then to me questioningly.  As much as I want to protect her, I know there is no hope of getting her out of here now.  I nod, letting him know she can stay.  I laugh inside. Like we ever had a choice.

 
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