Trent (Redemption Romance Book 4) (31 page)
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Authors: Anna Scott
By the time we finished the game, Reed returned our clubs to the window and returned to me. He hardly scowled at all when he looked down at the scorecard again. I had beat him - by a lot. He was a good sport about it at least, which was a lot more than I could say about some of the other guys I had dated in the past.
Reed drove us to an ice cream parlor and I cringed, wondering if I could get out of ordering anything without seeming rude. My lactose issues drove me crazy. There were so many things that had started to bother me in the past couple of years, and dairy was my nemesis.
"They have Italian ice here. I thought you might like to try it." He assured, did he know? He must have, but I hadn't told him.
"What?"
"Italian ice, they make it from scratch here. It's dairy free."
Looking at him quizzically, he stood beside the truck, waiting for me to get down and with my long and confused silence, he began to look uncomfortable.
Shaking my head, I apologized, "Sorry, it's just - how did you know?"
"You ordered your vegetables with no butter and fries instead of a baked potato at dinner." He answered matter of factly.
"And you figured it out from that?"
Shrugging, he explained, "Well, it is my job to be observant. My mama can't have dairy either."
A smile spread across my face in appreciation. He wasn't telling me how, if I just took some vitamins that the issues would go away like one guy I went out with had done. He wasn't belittling me or acting annoyed. He saw my difficulty, accepted it and found a way to work around it.
"Thank you, this is perfect." I told him as he took my hand and lead me inside.
I ordered a scoop of the fresh dewberry and one of strawberry. The sweet smell in the shop reminded me so much of the bakery at that time of year. All the fresh berries and spring fruits littered the counter tops giving off a wonderful aroma of the season. Reed ordered four scoops, lemon, raspberry, blueberry, and mango. Sitting at a small bistro table near the front window, we sat and enjoyed our sweet, fresh desserts.
We laughed some more, as Reed told a tale of a case he worked years before. They went to the home of a known black market gun dealer with a search warrant, but before they could get to the front door, it flew open and a naked woman ran screaming past them. Apparently, the woman thought they were there to take her to jail for drugs. She was very high and freaking out, thinking that the feds were there to take her in for smoking a joint.
When Reed pulled up in front of my house, I noticed that he left his truck running when he got down and walked around to help me out. I was disappointed that the date was over, but knew that I wasn't ready to invite him inside that late at night. The message an action like that would send wasn't one I was ready for.
I was so nervous about what was about to happen, that when he grabbed my hand one last time and walked me to my door, I worried that he would notice my trembling.
"I had a really nice time, thank you." I told him as we arrived at my front porch. I took the first two steps up when I realized that he wasn't following me. Okay - this was where we would, what? Say goodnight?
"I did too. It was great. Can I call you?" He asked.
A little confused at his strange behavior, I nodded and waited. He didn't move. I waited some more. He didn't move. Apparently, he wasn't going to say anything else, he wasn't going to kiss me.
"Well, I guess I'd better get inside." I gestured behind me to the door, my voice sounding unsure even to my own ears.
"Yeah, um, yeah, okay. I'll call you, okay?"
"Uh huh, sure." I stuttered, backing up a step. "Good night." I waived behind me as I turned to unlock my door. I slipped inside and shut it behind me. After turning the deadbolt, I slumped back against the door. What had gone wrong? Did I totally misread that date? Sure, it had been a long time since I had been out on one, but I thought that date was really good. I guessed I must have been the only one. Pushing away from the door, I stepped to the window and watched him through the lace curtains.
It looked like when he turned to open the door of his truck that he stopped and looked up at the house again. I couldn't be sure, it was dark and the curtains stopped me from seeing him clearly. I imagined that he was looking for me, that he was regretting walking away from me like he did. He hadn't kissed me. He hadn't asked me out for another date. What the heck had gone wrong?
Chapter 2
Reed
I stopped at the side of my truck before climbing up and hated myself. God, I'd wanted to kiss her with every part of my being. I wanted to hold her and meld our lips together, but I was too nervous. "Fuck!" I shouted once I was inside the cab with the door firmly closed. I looked up at that front window again, was that, was she? Was that her silhouette? I could almost make out a shadow behind those old curtains that had probably been her mamaw's. What was she thinking? Was she as upset with me as I was?
That had been the absolute best damn date of my entire life. Gillian Young was funny, independent, and sweet. She had an air of innocence that surrounded her that I hadn't seen in years. I allowed myself one more glance, longing piercing through my heart, before I threw it in drive and pulled away. I wasn't half way down her block when I stopped in the middle of the deserted street. What the hell was I doing?
Screw it! Putting the truck in reverse, I turned around and stopped across the narrow street from Gilli's house. I flung the door open and jumped down. My feet barely hit the pavement when I took off running, across the street, through the yard and jumped up onto the porch. When my feet hit the porch, the front door was flung open and Gilli stood there, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and excitement.
Without a single word between us, I made it to her, cradled the back of her neck and bent to place my lips on hers. The second her arms flew up and around my back, I wrapped my free hand around her and lifted her. Taking a couple of steps just inside the door, I pressed her up against the wall. Gillian opened her mouth to me and my tongue dipped inside. We tasted and licked, panted and savored the feel of the other. After minutes that felt like decades, I pulled back and looked hungrily into her eyes. Hers were shy and aroused.
"I wanted to say goodnight properly," I explained, though she didn't seem to mind.
"I'm glad."
"Tomorrow?"
"Okay."
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BOOKS BY ANNA SCOTT
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Luke - Book 1
Jake - Book 2
Gavin - Book 3
Trent - Book 4
Reed - Book 5 (Coming Soon- Winter 2016/2017)
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Taking a Chance Series:
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Just a Chance
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One More Chance
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Last Chance
A Maker’s of Peace MC Romance - Novellas
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Finally Mine
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Forever Mine
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Reject
Book 3
Regret
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Fall
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Sabotage
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anna Scott is an author of romance novels and erotic shorts. The books Anna loves to write swirl around an underlying theme of love, challenge, imminent heartbreak and always end with at least the possibility of a
Happily Ever After
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In her youth, Anna would frequently stay awake into the early hours of the morning, typing on an old typewriter. Horrific stories of blood, murder, and suicide, plagued her young mind until they had to be released onto the page. Her love of writing started at this early age, but over the years, her work changed from the twisted and morbid to the lascivious and pleasurable.
Anna attended college in Northern California, after growing up in the Midwest. She worked in the world of finance until eventually abandoning the suits for a cup of coffee and her laptop.
Today, Anna can be found in her comfortable, red armchair, coffee in hand, staring out at the surrounding fields, dreaming up new and decadent stories. Her love of reading, nature, and history have her mind in constant motion, conjuring up new ideas.
She shares her life with an alpha male of her own, a family and many animals. Anna is known to stop everything at the drop of a hat to rescue an animal. Often driving long distances, she would gather, protect and love them back to enjoying a wonderful life.
Anna began to publish her books, thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend. This special person is always a support, encouraging Anna at every turn. She helps to focus Anna’s mind when the many facets of writing get to be too much.
