together.”
“ Mike!” Carol scowls him.
“ What? I’m curious!”
She shakes her head at him.
“ Blake, Arianna, I’m sure you need rest. Come. I’ll show you the guest room and will fill Mike in on everything his gossiping self wants to know.”
Mr. Jones lets out a laugh and Blake reaches for my hand, as we follow Carol to the guestroom.
Carol wastes no time in leaving us alone. When we walk into the room, I find mine and Blake’s things are already there.
“ So,” says Blake, “sounds like Carol is well informed about us.”
I tense and look at him. “Is that okay?”
He nods. “Of course. I’ve known them since I was a little. Mike has been dad’s partner since then. He runs the office here in town. They’re good people.”
“ I can tell,” I smile at him.
He sighs. “We have a few hours before dinner. We should rest before we have to get ready and leave. I know you had a long day and I’m not sure I can stay awake a minute longer, no matter how many cups of coffee I drink.”
“ Okay,” I say.
I’m still wearing the same clothes from last night and I can’t wait to change. I go to the bag of clothes and grab a tank top and shorts that I got while out with Carol.
I start to change in front of Blake and I hear him groan. I put the tank top on and hear him say, “I wish I wasn’t this tired,” he says. “Well, that and you need to rest. I know that with everything that happened—”
I rush to him, putting my lips on his because I don’t want to talk about it and I don’t want to bring up what we lost because of what I am. His arms go around my back, he reaches under the back of my shirt and his fingers graze against my skin, sending chills all over my body.
When we stop kissing, he says we really should rest, but I can see his concern for me. He takes his shoes and his shirt off and I freeze when I see the tattoo on his chest. Then I slowly move my hand up while he watches me. I run my fingers against the outline of the tattoo.
He flinches when I touch it.
“ It’s still healing,” he says. “I got it because it reminded me of you,” he says. “I kept thinking about the day when you and Molly were playing, and the story she made up when she was in that accident about seeing you as a mermaid, but also because,” he sighs, “you are my fairy tale, Arianna, and the mermaid represents that. You’re just too good to be true.”
I freeze knowing that is far from the truth. Knowing that I have flaws that he needs to know about and how there are things he will never be able to have for as long as he is with me.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath to keep myself from crying. Then I open my eyes and smile at the way he watches me.
“ If you don’t like,” he says, “I can get it removed.”
“ No,” I say and smile. “I love it. I was just surprised, that is all.”
He smiles back at me as he reaches into his pocket, “I can’t believe I almost forgot to give this back to you.” He opens his hand to reveal the mermaid necklace he gave me. He moves my hair to the side and puts the necklace on. I run my fingers over the chain and stop over the mermaid pendant. For a moment, I’m glad that he had something of mine other than the ring that Bram gave me.
“ Are you okay?” he asks.
“ Yeah.” I take a deep breath and walk toward the bed.
Blake takes his pants off and follows me to bed. We get under the covers. He sets the alarm and pulls me to where I’m laying against his chest, right next to the tattoo and where I can hear his heartbeat. He runs his fingers through my hair until we both fall asleep out of exhaustion.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We sleep right through the alarm.
We wake up to a knock on the door.
Blake looks at the clock and sees that we have an hour before we have to leave for dinner. “Shit.” He pauses. “We’ll be out soon,” he yells out.
“ Okay,” we can hear Carol from the other side. “I just wanted to make sure you