Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“There has been a lot of change.” Mom grabs my hand over the kitchen island. “Part of growing up.”
"Well, I think I might have thrown a tantrum, so clearly that growth has a way to go." It was childish to take off, but deep down, I knew it would get Luka’s attention. It’s why I did it. Again, juvenile.
“It’s good for men to chase.” Mom smirks.
“He might not even be aware I’m gone yet.”
“That man knows.” Mom pushes the plate of cookies back toward me. “Go on now; you’re eating for two.” I smile while taking one of the cookies. “Why don’t you go on up to bed now? Everything will be better come morning.” To move me along, she gives my bottom a soft smack.
I change my clothes before crawling into bed. I power my phone back on, unable to sleep. There’s not one missed call or text. The hell? Has he really not noticed I left by now? What if he has and thinks it might be for the best? Every day it’s become less and less time he spent with me.
I toss and turn. At some point, I notice the sun peeking in through the bottom of my curtains. Knowing I’m not going to be able to fall back asleep, if I even have at all, I convince myself it’s better just to get up at this point. Shamelessly, I check my phone again. I need to exert all of my strength to resist throwing the phone or calling Luka.
Sure, I know it was childish of me to run, but he could still call or text me! I drag myself out of bed and do my morning routine, debating what I’m going to do next. It’s only been hours, and I miss him so much.
I pull on my boots so I can go spend the morning with the horses. When I make it to the bottom of the stairs, I can already smell coffee brewing and the sound of voices coming from the kitchen.
I stop short when I enter and see Luka sitting at the kitchen island with both of my parents, sipping coffee. What’s more strange than him just being here is the fact that he’s in jeans and a shirt. He looks tired.
“Kitten,” Luka says, coming right to me.
“You’re here,” I whisper, tears burn in my eyes. With his hand, Luka cups my cheek. I lean into his touch.
“Where else would I be?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I shouldn’t have run.”
“I shouldn’t have made it possible for you to run,” he counters. I lay my face against his chest, breathing him in. “Come with me?”
“Okay,” I say without hesitation. I don’t care, even if it means going back to DC. We have things to work out. I know without a doubt that Luka is my home. Wherever he is, I’ll be.
“Here you go.” Mom hands Luka a picnic basket before leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Luka doesn’t stiffen this time with her open affection. I can’t help but smile. He’s come a long way in such a short time.
Luka needs more affection in his life. If he lets them, my parents will take him in as one of their own. Based on my observations of them all drinking coffee together, including my dad, I believe it's already happening.
He takes my hand, leading me outside. I see the SUV parked in front, but Owen isn’t in it. “Did you drive?”
“I know how to drive, kitten.” He opens the passenger door for me. I slip in. Luka pulls my belt over me before he gets into the driver's seat. “What if I was taking you back to the city?”
“I would go with you. It’s difficult being away from you.”
“I know.”
Luka pulls out of the long gravel driveway. I wonder where he is taking us. Maybe he just wants us to be alone, with no one in earshot. I’m surprised, though, when he takes a sudden turn a few miles down.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to show you something.”
“Show me what? It’s my parents' land.” I love this side of the property. We don’t use it anymore. There are fields of wildflowers. Sometimes I’ll bring the horses out here to ride for the view alone, and then over to the pond.
“It’s not theirs anymore.” Luka says this as the SUV rolls to a stop right near the pond.
“What? They wouldn’t sell it.”
“You’re not wrong there.” Luka gets out.
“What?” I shout after him, unbuckling my seat belt. He opens the door for me. “What are you talking about?”
"I wanted to build a home for us here in Cottonwood. I’ve been searching for land, but your parents told me this is where you’d want a home.” He motions toward the field of sunflowers. “But like you said, they won’t sell it to me.” They would never sell it. They also wouldn’t want to take Luka’s money.