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window sill and gazed across the lawn. “Guess the old mulberry is still moonlighting as a ladder.”
“Sure is.” I walked closer and stared up at her. “You were a goddamn heartbreaker in high school, Lanie, but now—shit. Come down. I just want to talk.”
“I don’t know, Kellan. It’s late and it’s cold.”
“I’ve got a motorcycle.”
Her white smile rained down on me. “You do?”
“Yep, big ole fucking Harley. And it’s loud and fast.”
She laughed. It was the first time I’d heard it in seven years. The sound of it went straight into my chest. “Loud and fast, you say?”
I gazed up at her. Everything about her was familiar and breathtaking. She’d always been the one right thing in my life. “Come down, Lanie. Please.”
“Just a second.” She pulled shut the window.
I paced a few circles on the perfectly mowed lawn. I had no real plan. All I knew was that I had to see her. I had to talk to her. I’d thought of nothing else since Meade had told me she was coming back home.
A few minutes later, the door to the back veranda opened and shut and the girl I’d loved since I first laid eyes on her in high school walked out from beneath the shadows of the house. She still moved with that easy grace that always had me mesmerized. There was enough sway in her slender hips to require a deep breath just to get my heart moving again.
I stood stock-still on the lawn as Rylan walked toward me. She stopped in front of me. She’d pulled on jeans, shoes and a coat. Her blue pajama top poked out from the collar of the coat. The same sweet fragrance that had always circled her like a candy cloud was still there. I could never figure out if it was perfume, shampoo or just something my senses had come up with naturally.
I kept my hands deep in my pockets, not sure I could trust myself if they were free. “Holy shit,” I muttered.
“What? Déjà vu?”
“Something like that.” My pulse was definitely racing like it always had whenever she was near me. I looked at her for a long moment. “It’s really good to see you, Lanie.”
“Good to see you too, Kellan.” She peered up at me. “You got even taller.” She lifted her hands and moved them apart. “And broader.” A smile followed. “Manhood suits you, Mr. Braddock.”
I laughed. “That’s good, cuz there’s no going back from what I’ve heard. So, you want to take a ride? I’ll go slow.”
“Yes, I want a ride, and don’t you dare go slow.” She looked in the direction of the mulberry tree. “Think you can still get me up and over the wall?”
“Sure can.” I took my hand out of my pocket. I reached across and wrapped my fingers around her slim hand. It felt the same. And it felt completely right in my grasp.
We headed across the lawn.
“Remember that time we were sneaking back in and I twisted my ankle?” she asked as she glanced up at the night sky.
“I carried you across the lawn to the veranda.”
“Oh my gosh, that still plays out in my head as one of the best moments of my life. My ankle hurt like hell, and I had to hobble around for days but you carrying me—” She sighed. “You know, of course, it’s every girl’s fantasy to be carried to safety by her chivalrous knight.”
“I did not know, but I’ll remember that.”
“Yep, you can have that one free of charge for your bag of tricks. Not that you need any more tricks, from what I remember or from what I’ve heard.”
“Since when does Rylan Merritt listen to gossip?”
“I don’t usually. Unless the topic interests me.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear. Especially if it’s coming from Becky.” We stopped. “Shit, I don’t remember the wall looking so damn tall from this side.” I reached up and took hold of the lowest mulberry branch snaking over the wall. I lowered it and hoisted myself onto it. It creaked angrily as my full weight pressed down on it. “Give me your hand, and I’ll pull you up.”
A mischievous glint
“Sure is.” I walked closer and stared up at her. “You were a goddamn heartbreaker in high school, Lanie, but now—shit. Come down. I just want to talk.”
“I don’t know, Kellan. It’s late and it’s cold.”
“I’ve got a motorcycle.”
Her white smile rained down on me. “You do?”
“Yep, big ole fucking Harley. And it’s loud and fast.”
She laughed. It was the first time I’d heard it in seven years. The sound of it went straight into my chest. “Loud and fast, you say?”
I gazed up at her. Everything about her was familiar and breathtaking. She’d always been the one right thing in my life. “Come down, Lanie. Please.”
“Just a second.” She pulled shut the window.
I paced a few circles on the perfectly mowed lawn. I had no real plan. All I knew was that I had to see her. I had to talk to her. I’d thought of nothing else since Meade had told me she was coming back home.
A few minutes later, the door to the back veranda opened and shut and the girl I’d loved since I first laid eyes on her in high school walked out from beneath the shadows of the house. She still moved with that easy grace that always had me mesmerized. There was enough sway in her slender hips to require a deep breath just to get my heart moving again.
I stood stock-still on the lawn as Rylan walked toward me. She stopped in front of me. She’d pulled on jeans, shoes and a coat. Her blue pajama top poked out from the collar of the coat. The same sweet fragrance that had always circled her like a candy cloud was still there. I could never figure out if it was perfume, shampoo or just something my senses had come up with naturally.
I kept my hands deep in my pockets, not sure I could trust myself if they were free. “Holy shit,” I muttered.
“What? Déjà vu?”
“Something like that.” My pulse was definitely racing like it always had whenever she was near me. I looked at her for a long moment. “It’s really good to see you, Lanie.”
“Good to see you too, Kellan.” She peered up at me. “You got even taller.” She lifted her hands and moved them apart. “And broader.” A smile followed. “Manhood suits you, Mr. Braddock.”
I laughed. “That’s good, cuz there’s no going back from what I’ve heard. So, you want to take a ride? I’ll go slow.”
“Yes, I want a ride, and don’t you dare go slow.” She looked in the direction of the mulberry tree. “Think you can still get me up and over the wall?”
“Sure can.” I took my hand out of my pocket. I reached across and wrapped my fingers around her slim hand. It felt the same. And it felt completely right in my grasp.
We headed across the lawn.
“Remember that time we were sneaking back in and I twisted my ankle?” she asked as she glanced up at the night sky.
“I carried you across the lawn to the veranda.”
“Oh my gosh, that still plays out in my head as one of the best moments of my life. My ankle hurt like hell, and I had to hobble around for days but you carrying me—” She sighed. “You know, of course, it’s every girl’s fantasy to be carried to safety by her chivalrous knight.”
“I did not know, but I’ll remember that.”
“Yep, you can have that one free of charge for your bag of tricks. Not that you need any more tricks, from what I remember or from what I’ve heard.”
“Since when does Rylan Merritt listen to gossip?”
“I don’t usually. Unless the topic interests me.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear. Especially if it’s coming from Becky.” We stopped. “Shit, I don’t remember the wall looking so damn tall from this side.” I reached up and took hold of the lowest mulberry branch snaking over the wall. I lowered it and hoisted myself onto it. It creaked angrily as my full weight pressed down on it. “Give me your hand, and I’ll pull you up.”
A mischievous glint
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