sloppy-wet sounds. Diana’s
initial shocked anger congealed, forming into a firm ball of rage centered in
her chest.
“Don’t go,” her sister insisted. “Let’s try this….”
“Oh, uh....”
Diana had heard enough. She slammed the door on her way out
so hard two of their framed school photos in the hallway dropped to the floor
with a crash. She froze, muttering curses and unwilling to shed a single tear
over Dominic Sean Love. She’d had hints of his flirty ways. Every girl in his
grade, one above hers, same as her sister’s, was moony over his thick, blond
hair, his broad shoulders, his skin that would bronze after ten minutes in the
sun. He even had a tattoo. He’d shown it to her, that night she let him kiss
her.
“Don’t tell anyone. It’s just for us, okay?” he’d insisted
as he raised his shirt, giving her a view of his firm torso, making her tingly
in ways she didn’t comprehend and thought she should avoid. She’d touched the
red angry skin surrounding the black ink shaped like a stretch of barbed wire.
It ran around his side as if imbedded in his rich, dark flesh. He’d winced.
Then he’d declared, “I want to kiss you.”
And she’d let him. It had gone pretty far considering, but
she’d put a halt to it. Something about him gave her weak knees, but also put
her on guard.
At that moment, she let anger rule . Dominic is not a good
guy , her better self yammered. And now she knew that for a stone-cold fact.
She ducked into her room, shut the door and sat on her bed,
still wrapped in her damp towel gnawing her lips raw with the effort to will
the tears away.
“You girls all right up there,” her mama shouted up the
steps. “You’re not roughhousin’, are ya? Come on down and eat. Diana, you gotta
get that bloody mess cleared out of the barn.”
“We’re fine, Mama, sorry. Something fell off my dresser,”
Jen’s muffled voice called from behind the door.
But Diana could tell her sister was right outside her
bedroom door. She gritted her teeth at the sound of a soft knock. “Go away.”
She pulled on underwear, a bra, jeans and one of her rattiest shirts for the
clean-up duty she had ahead of her. Dominic Love was not hers. That had been
made perfectly clear. She’d best get on down the road to forgetting him.
She set her jaw and when Jen slipped into her room, hair a
mess, color high, and looking as guilty as sin, she was able to smile at her.
“Hope he used a condom. Last thing we need around here is a Love brat.”
Jen grabbed Diana’s arm as she tried to brush by her. “Di,
I’m…I don’t know what…I’m sorry. He just showed up and you were asleep and he
was so sad about something, and one thing lead to another.” Her sister hung her
head. Diana observed as if from a million miles away that even in her abject
embarrassment and coming from doing what she’d been doing with the very boy she
knew dang good and well her own sister liked, Jennifer Brantley was still, as
always, model-perfect gorgeous.
“Don’t talk to me.” Diana kept going out the door and
hovered at the top of the steps when she heard another voice.
“Diana,” Dom said, his sexy, gruff voice barely above a
whisper, sending a shiver of fury down her spine. She gripped the smooth ball
of the top railing, noting for some reason at that moment how it had worn
smooth on the side everyone seemed to grab when they’d head downstairs. “Please
don’t….”
She took a second to sort through her commentary options and
decided not to try any of them. There were no words for what she felt right
then anyway. And she had work to do. She stomped downstairs and away from them
both.
Chapter Four
Now
Dom let the wind whip his hair as he opened up the throttle
and took the familiar curves into Lucasville. He felt light somehow, knowing
what lay ahead for him. He was out now, for all intents and purposes. Although
he still wasn’t sure what