“This looks more like a house than a barn,” I stated, confused.
“It used to be a barn. When we moved in, we refinished the inside.”
“I’m amazed, I had no idea.”
The kitchen and living room area felt like a cabin. It was rustic yet minimal and the floors, walls and ceiling were covered in the same glossy oak. A gorgeous long, narrow rug led toward a small hallway, disappearing further inside their little home. Luke noticed me looking and led me in that direction.
He paused at the first door and opened it to a small, simple bathroom. The next door was Jesse’s room and across the hall was Jack’s, both of which resembled the rest of the place in rustic simplicity.
He began to open the last door and paused, as if second-guessing himself. He turned to me and held out his other hand.
“Close your eyes,” he said softly as I slid my hand into his.
For a brief moment, my anger at being lied to resurfaced. But then, I shut my eyes. It was time to rebuild trust. He opened the door and led me into a room which felt more spacious compared to his brothers’ rooms.
“Okay, open your eyes,” he said, letting go of my hand.
I opened my eyes and immediately felt homesick. The four-poster bed was up against the wall, covered in shades of blue and tan. Watercolor paintings hung on every wall depicting the beach and the ocean as a subtle autumn breeze moved the sheer curtains hanging by the patio doors. He parted them and walked outside. Two weathered beach chairs sat next to a small fire pit facing the mountain range.
His room was the perfect combination of California and Wyoming. My life before and my life now. Pain swelled in my chest.
“I’ve always loved the ocean, but can’t realistically live there,” he said, gazing around his room.
“I love the ocean too,” I replied quietly.
Luke sat down in one of the chairs next to the smoldering fire and invited me with a hand gesture to do the same. Music faintly played through speakers in his room and neither of us spoke for a while. My heart rate and breathing stabilized and I felt the silence building, like the calm before a storm, but wasn’t about to speak first. I didn’t know what to say or where to begin. Luke took a deep recognizable breath.
“Logan?” His eyes shone a deep navy blue against the fiery light.
“Yes?” I held my breath, dreading what he’d say next.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“What?”
“I thought we should dance to at least one song since neither of us made an appearance at Homecoming, don’t you think?”
He took a few steps toward me and put out his hand. I placed my hand in his and my heart skipped a beat when he leaned in to kiss it. My cheeks burst into flames as he pulled me up from the chair into his chest. As he took the lead, I looked up into his eyes and my senses were overwhelmed. His smell was sweet, his touch was electrifying, his eyes kind, and the slight part in his lips was breathtaking. I was so caught up in the bubbling feelings beginning to resurface, I couldn’t think.
Luke finally looked at me as he slid his hands off my waist. He cupped my blazing hot cheeks and pulled me in close.
“Logan,” he said, hardly audible to a human ear.
“Yeah?” I whispered, matching his decibel.
“I’m still the same person.”
I searched deep in his eyes. He meant what he said. I couldn’t treat him like a monster, when I’d fallen for him before I knew his secret.
“I know,” I whispered simply, closing my eyes.
Tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes. It was the first time I’d cried in weeks. I put my arms around his waist, pulling him tightly against me in an effort to hide my face. I could barely hear the music, but I recognized the piano notes when a new song began playing.
“What does this mean?” I finally asked aloud.
“What do you want it to mean?”
Tears pooled in my eyes. I didn’t know exactly why I’d become so emotional, but I knew what I thought this moment should mean. It should mean we’d be boyfriend and girlfriend, sit next to each other at lunch, hold hands in the halls and go to football games on Friday nights. Instead, it meant I was falling in love with a werewolf.
“There’s nothing for you to be afraid of, Logan,” he said as if reading my mind.
My eyes met his concerned stare.
“Are you sure you can’t read my mind?” I asked seriously. Of all the questions I had, I wanted an answer to this one.
“No, I can’t read your mind.”
“Then, how do you always answer my thoughts or know exactly the right thing to say to me?”
“I can sense what you’re feeling,” he replied.
“How?”
“My sense of smell alone is thousands of times more powerful than yours. Actually, all of my senses are heightened.”
“And what are my results?”
He hesitated before answering. “You do a good job of… trying to hide your emotions... but, you seem anxious and torn.”
“What else am I feeling?” I asked softly and suggestively.
He pulled me gently away from his chest and leaned in nose-to-nose. His eyes blinked slowly, calculated. I forced mine to stay open, not wanting to miss a moment.
“The same thing I’m feeling.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to mine. I let my eyes shut and ran my fingers through his hair. The kiss was slow and thoughtful. I never wanted it to end.
It happened so quickly that I didn’t notice we stopped until I opened my eyes and Luke was smiling at me from beside the fire. I could barely see him in the low light of the dwindling flames. With disappointment, I heard the faint sound of my father’s truck pulling up the drive.
“You should go up to the house. I can meet you on the porch,” he said.
I took a step to leave and Luke matched my stride. My mind was blank but my heart hammered in my chest. Luke grabbed my arm and stopped me at the door. I turned to him and he kissed me passionately.
“Thank you,” he mouthed, before releasing me. I pressed my lips together and left.
After I parked my car in the garage, I forced a deep breath, wondering if my dad and Kate could read me the same way Luke could. Though the past few weeks had been utterly out of control, I had done my best to be stoic, even though everything was falling apart on the inside.
When I got inside, Kate was putting dishes away in the kitchen and my dad was sitting in the living room. I suspected the separation between them was planned.
“Logan?” my dad called. Kate didn’t turn around to look at either of us.
“Yeah, Dad?”
“Can you come over here, please?” This was a total buzz kill. Maybe he knew that.
I walked to the living room just as he muted the TV, noticing the clock read after midnight, instantly making me feel tired.
“Hi, Dad,” I said, sitting down next to him.
“I’d like to take you to dinner Sunday night, just you and I. Do you have any plans?”
I shook my head, wishing I did.
“Let’s leave, then, around five. We need to discuss some things, okay?”
“Sure,” I replied hesitantly.
He didn’t say another word, just un-muted the TV. The man of few words struck again, leaving me with a million questions that I refused to ask.
“I guess I’m heading to bed now that you kids are home,” I joked, trying to keep the conversation light. He probably already knew Luke was waiting for me.
“Well, I’m glad you got out of the house and came to the game tonight. I hope you’ll come to a few more before the season is over.”
I winched at his acknowledgment of my recent isolation and got up from the couch. I couldn’t believe I’d turned into that girl. I used to never be home in Laguna and certainly never alone.
“I will,” I promised. “I had fun tonight.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, sounding pleased. “Try to get some sleep tonight, Logan,” he
added, as I turned to leave.
I took my time walking up the stairs, though I felt excited to see Luke again. I wondered if he would be there waiting or if he was taking his time so I could get ready for bed. I went into the bathroom through the hallway to change into the off-brand sweatpants and a plain white tee I’d inherited from Kate. I never dressed down around Brody. Even though we’d never slept together, we had spent many nights together and I had always packed cute matching sweat suit outfits. With Luke, though… things were different. Really different.
When I opened the door to my bedroom, candles flickered from all corners of the room. Lying on my bed was a single white rose across my grey hooded sweatshirt. I picked up the rose and held it to my nose. The scent instantly reminded me of my mother.
It was the first time I’d thought of her that day. Usually the first thought of her brought sharp pain. It was something I didn’t try to avoid. Some days, I would wake up and be consumed with thoughts of her for hours, while other days she simply crossed my mind. I put the rose on my nightstand and pulled on the sweatshirt, fighting back tears. When I tugged my head through the opening, he was there.
Luke threw his arms around me as I began to cry into his chest.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he finally said, minutes later.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not your fault. I just really miss her.”
“I know you do. Believe me, I know.”
We sat in silence at the edge of my bed for a while, before I noticed how tightly, yet gently, he was holding me in his arms. He must have felt me relax because he pulled his head off my shoulder to look at me. We both leaned back on the bed lying side by side.
“You never answered my question from earlier,” I commented.
“What question?”
I rolled onto my side. “What does this mean?”
“I told you; this can mean whatever you want it to mean, Logan. I care about you more than you know. You may have avoided me this past couple of weeks, but it didn’t change the way I feel about you.
“I think I understand what you must have been thinking and feeling. And I’m sorry for that, I truly am. I don’t want you to ever again go through something like that alone.”
I didn’t know how to respond. In just a few words, he had said all the things I needed to hear.
“Have you ever noticed we have a way of putting each other at a loss for words?” I joked, breaking the silence.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Tell me something,” I said.
“Anything,” he replied. A chill ran down my neck at the thought of the possibilities. He simply smiled.
“I don’t know, tell me something personal. Tell me things that I need to know. Tell me everything.”
“I want to tell you everything,” he said as I yawned. “We have all the time in the world, but I think you need rest.”
“I’m fine,” I said, fighting another yawn. Luke frowned in disagreement.
“Tomorrow,” he said. It wasn’t up for further discussion.
Luke got up and pulled at the covers. I rolled out of the way and allowed him to bury me underneath them. He sat down beside me as I peered my head out to see him. I noticed he had changed before coming up to my room, and was now wearing baggy, grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved thermal. The clothes hung lightly over his frame. Suddenly I felt like I could eat a buffet out of the palm of his hand. He was dressed so simply, yet was undeniably perfect.
“When will I see you tomorrow?” I asked, admitting defeat.
“Who said I was leaving? I just suggested you get some sleep.”
“Is that a good idea?” I asked, my mind racing.
“It is. I guess your dad and Kate hardly sleep through the night anymore. They try to check on you, but are never sure if you’re awake or still dreaming. Sometimes they wait outside your door just in case.”
“I wouldn’t call it dreaming.”
“No, you’re right. I’ll stay here tonight and any night you want, if it means you getting a quiet night’s sleep.”
“Thank you,” I said slowly.
He stood up and leaned back over me, pressing his lips to my forehead just as I drifted to sleep.
Andrea Wells – The Violet Hour
Chapter 14
I woke up the next morning peacefully, blinking my eyes a few times to focus on an unfamiliar object curled under a blanket in the window seat. Luke pulled the blankets off himself with a yawn, stretched and sauntered over toward me. He jumped in the bed as I slid over to the other side, playfully yanking the covers up over us.
“Good morning, love,” he said softly.
“You stayed?” I asked, still beneath the covers.
“Of course, I told you I would. How did you sleep?” he asked, pulling the blankets off our faces.
“Soundly.”
He chuckled hoarsely and slid his arms around me. I pulled the covers down and glanced at my alarm clock. It was only six-fifteen.
“Do you even know what time it is, Luke? It’s too early! Let’s sleep for a couple more hours,” I whined.
He smiled, clearing his throat. “We can sleep all day if you don’t have anything you need to talk about,” he teased, closing his eyes.
I had forgotten his promise to tell me anything and everything. I shoved him out of bed.
Luke pulled the covers off me and I squealed as the cool air bit at my exposed skin. He put his hand over my lips and leaned his face over mine, pressing his lips to the back of his hand.
“I’m going to shower at my place and then I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast. Kate is planning to make waffles, so come hungry,” he stated.
“I’m on it,” I declared.
As I watched him disappear out the window, I realized he likely turned into a wolf as he jumped down from the porch. Never in my life could I have imagined myself thinking that was okay. Though I didn’t know the whole story yet, I was beginning to get used to the idea. He had promised he was the same person and I had nothing to fear. I knew that went for the rest of them as well, my dad especially.
*****
Luke walked into the house from the garage, forcing a smile across my face. We’d done it again. I was wearing my favorite dark True Religion jeans with so many holes I had to wear white lace leggings underneath for my father’s sake, and a red flannel shirt. Luke was wearing just-as worn dark jeans with a flannel shirt that complimented his blue eyes.
“Morning, Luke,” my father said from the dining room table, opening the newspaper next to him.
“Luke, how many would you like?” Kate added.
“Morning. I’ll take three for now, Kate, thanks.”
While they went through their morning routine, I walked over to my dad and put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me beaming and it was enough. I used to be very touchy-feely with my mom. We hugged all the time and she often kissed my forehead when we were parting ways. Sometimes, we would simply put a hand on the others’ back or touch their arm instead of speaking words. I knew without a doubt my dad would recognize the gesture.
Jack and Jesse had already eaten and taken off, leaving behind the remains of dirty dishes. Kate brought over a plate each for Luke and me, and then sat down next to my dad with a plate of her own. She picked a waffle off for my dad but he didn’t notice, distracted by the news. He folded up the pages and passed the newspaper across the table. I saw Luke’s eyes briefly grow wide before he turned to look at me.
“What?” I asked when no one explained.
“Nothing,” Luke answered quickly. Too quickly. “Are you about finished?”
“No, we just sat down. What’s going on?”
“What Luke meant, Logan, is it’s nothing for you to worry about. Just a story in the paper we’ve been following,” my dad interjected.
“Well, can I read it?”
“No, it wouldn’t make sense. Maybe I’ll explain over dinner tomorrow night.”
Here we go again, I thought. I suddenly lost my appetite, feeling jaded; not sure what to believe anymore. I angrily got up from the table and shoved my chair in without saying a word. The chair slammed against the table making the dishes rattle. Kate looked at me with wide, frightened eyes. My dad and Luke went still, knowing they’d been caught lying to me – again.
Lost and trapped in my own house, I stormed to the only place anyone would allow me to go, and wasted no time escaping onto the porch with a blanket. Once alone, my mind ran wild, getting the best of me. Painful thoughts of my mother came and went a little bit easier now, but everything else seemed to be harder to deal with. I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed over a few short weeks.
I needed Luke to open up and tell me everything and in turn I would do the same. I was angry he’d lied. I’d given him my trust and he’d once again failed me. Even though he’d promised to be honest with me, he and my dad were still keeping things from me and refusing to be honest.
I heard someone climb through the window behind me, but didn’t bother to look, assuming it was Luke. He came over and didn’t hesitate to sit down in the same chair with me. The morning sun hadn’t shown its face yet, despite the weather forecast. It smelled like rain again and the air was cool. Luke unfolded another blanket and threw it over us.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. I felt my anger melt away.
I leaned my head onto his shoulder and took a deep breath.
“What’s happened to you recently might not be what you imagined your life being, but it’s going to get better, I promise!” he offered with a confusing undertone. “I am sorry for the loss of your mother, but I can sympathize with you on that. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about my parents. I know this hasn’t been easy – to learn you live with a bunch of werewolves. You have to trust me everything is going to be okay.”
“That’s just it Luke, I did trust you. I gave you every last bit of trust I had and you betrayed me. I felt ready to give you my heart, and I know that sounds fast after only knowing each other for a couple of weeks, but I thought we might have something special. I felt that way based on a person you presented yourself to be. And it was a lie. And, you say you’re sorry, but you’re still lying.”
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