ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) (44 page)

“Because she’s from old money, and I was not.”

I cocked my head to the side.

“Wait, what?”

“Your mother never told you kids any of this. In truth, it really doesn’t matter at all, but I’m bringing it up for good reason. Your mother wanted nothing to do with me.”

He paused and smirked, the way people with relations smile.

“…Well, she wanted nothing to do with me except for one thing.”

I wanted to throw up. I didn’t need to know how much sexual tension my parents had.

“So what changed?” I asked.

“I did.” He got up to pour us another round.

“See your mother was daddy’s girl, through and through, just like Cara.”

His eyes lit up when he said that. Cara was truly the light of his life. I was the apple, but she was his light.

“My family grew up poor and I didn’t always have the fortune I have today. But I had promise. I knew a thing or two about money and I wasn’t going to let my folks dictate what my future would be. She knew I had potential. She could see it in my eyes and I made sense when I talked. She liked me and it started to show. So when her daddy said she couldn’t date a boy like me, she had to make a decision. She thought she had a choice, but I made sure she knew that she didn’t.”

I could only laugh; I knew exactly where my dad was going with this. He was just as ferocious as my mom.

“So I romanced the hell out of her ass. I’m talking the works. Candy, flowers, presents, serenades during work, the works!”

“After a month of this, me showing up to her job singing and playing guitar, I told her she had one option. Then I pulled out that big ring that you see on her finger today and got on one knee.”

“Well, who could say no to that?” I said between laughter.

“Exactly! Now look at us. Married. Two beautiful, successful kids. Happy.”

“I’ll say. Cheers to that,” I said lifted my half empty glass.

He laughed and raised his glass.

Another moment of silence passed.

“So when are you going to do the same?”

He caught me in the middle of a swallow, and I choked.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Don’t tell me all those hits to the head made you hard of hearing?

“No sir. I just...” Now was not the best time to be stuttering. “I just don’t understand where you’re going with this.”

“You must think I’m dumb. Just because I don’t speak on it doesn’t mean I don’t see it. I remember high school. I remember a young lady by the name of Maddie Lattimore. I remember this because of the look you had in your eye. Something changed in your face. You changed. I never saw anything like it before, but then it went away. You graduated, left and your eyes darkened. Sure, you play like your life depends on it. I know for a fact ladies love Liam, but I have never seen your eyes light up the way they did back then. So I’m asking you when you’re going to go after what you want? When are you going to be the son I raised? I manned up and made your Momma choose because I knew I was the best man for her. So, if you’re the best man for her, what’s holding you back?”

CHAPTER FIVE

I scrubbed the sticky table in the corner wondering what on God’s green earth could they have spilled to make it so sticky and what excuse I could come up with to miss this dress rehearsal. On one hand, I could skip, but I’d be a bad friend. On the other hand, the more time I spent with Liam, the more time I spent being a liar, the more likely it was that he found out, and I would do anything to prevent that from happening. I couldn’t hide it too much longer. Small Town wasn’t big enough for the both of us. It’s only a matter of time before he finds me. I just wish I could see the invisible countdown so I could be prepared.

I’ve seen him around, though he never saw me. That was the point. He was already a bigger than life person. I saw the way everyone was running up to him, asking for autographs and pictures. It seemed stressful, but he appeared to like it. It’s funny how fame changes people. Liam used to loathe people encroaching on his privacy. He didn’t keep secrets but he believed some things shouldn’t be shared. I could see remnants of that when he refused to answer any questions not related to his plays on the field.

With the sticky table behind me, I maneuvered to avoid Sal’s grabby hands at the lunch counter and made myself busy refilling ketchup bottles. I heard the small bell above the entrance jingle and my skin tingled. The hair on my arms stood, and my body acknowledged what my mind struggled to process. He was here.

He stood there, with the light of the sun behind him, haloing his beautiful face and my eyes took in everything it could. I would never forget the predatory glint in his eyes and the sheen in his hair. We stood for what seemed an eternity, taking in every detail we could. Everything in my mind screamed to run, but my body would not. Everything on his face said found you, and I knew he wasn’t going to let go again easily.

His stride was confident and purposeful as he approached me at the counter. He took a seat under my mute glare. Why did he have to do this? The lines were so clearly drawn in the sand, but here he was. I thought I made myself clear four years ago. I took in his playful smirk, as he fingered the menu. Clearly a lot could change in four years.

Flo cleared her throat behind me and reminded me that I was staring like an idiot. Not only that but I was at work. This was my place of profession. How dare he show his face here? I wanted to ask him, “Why couldn’t you have waited until I got off?”

“Because I’m sure you would have found a way to keep hiding.”

I covered my treacherous mouth. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“But you did,” he replied.

Seriously? What? Can my brain not function around Liam or did he just pick the perfect time for me to have a bodily malfunction?

I cleared my throat to cover my mess up.

“Um. Well. Hello.”

He chuckled. “Well don’t sound so excited.”

I scowled. Sarcasm was not welcome here. Not from him anyway. Sarcasm should be left alone for the people who had nothing. He had everything.

“Welcome to Sal’s Diner.”

He laughed out loud. Like the kind of laughter where he started tearing up a little bit.
“You do realize I’ve been here before? As I recall a certain somebody who is my waitress now, was my waitress then.”

I will not blush. I will not blush. If there was ever a time to be embarrassed, now was the time. Way to rub in my epic levels of losing. I was doing the same job I had when I was fifteen. Hello forward progression – Not.

“Well since you never visit home, I decided to roll out the red carpet,” I said, snatching the menu from his hands.

I shouldn’t have said that. It was snarky and rude, but he hurt me. That’s all he ever seemed to do. The funny thing was, I knew it was unintentional. He always unintentionally hurt me.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing my waist around the counter.

Only a man of his stature and height could pull something like that. He was still sitting and yet he could reach my body. I could only stare down at the attachment. His skin on my ratty pale blue uniform with a stained white apron threw me to a time and a place where I didn’t want to be. I shook the thoughts from my head and stepped outside of his reach.

“What can I get you?”

Keep the focus off me. That was the mission. I was good at that. That was the only way I was going to get through this.

“My usual.”

I nodded, not wanting to acknowledge I never forgot.

“Let me get a first lady (order of ribs) in a fog (mashed potatoes) and give it shoes (to go),” I yelled back to Flo.

“So,” he said, dragging out the o. “How you been??”

His attempt for nonchalance was not working.

“Great.” I put the most genuine smile I could force on my face. “Thanks for asking.” My only exits were talking to Sal or standing there waiting for him to leave.

“Well excuse me,” I said, deciding grabby Sal was worth the torture today.

My feet were no longer moving. His hand was holding my wrist…but why?

“You really want to get away from me that bad?” he asked.

I arched my eyebrow feigning confusion.

He lowered his voice, “I remember how grabby Sal used to be, and I doubt things have changed. So unless you lost a bet, you’re doing your best to avoid me.”

“Is it working?” I asked weakly. I knew I wasn’t getting out of this one.

“No. You forget how small this town is? All I had to do was ask around. I found out where you worked in a day.”

I inwardly cringed, if he could find out where I worked, it was only a matter of time before he found out the rest: where I lived, whom I lived with, and my secrets. The only possible solution was to play it cool and act like, I could care less. Reverse psychology, right?

“Nope, just, thought you’d appreciate a little space. I saw you earlier being corralled like a brand new pony.”

He chuckled. He was a cowboy at heart.

“I didn’t know whether to ask for your autograph or snap a picture.”

“So you chose to go the other direction?”

Busted. I shrugged. “I had to work.”

He nodded. “Ok. Well now you are working and talking.”

I nodded again. His hands weren’t on me, but they reached for me. It seemed like he wanted me to lean forward so he could grab them. Why was he acting like he was interested? He could have any girl in the world. In fact, he had already had me.

He reached forward to push a blond strand from my face. “So what’s been going on with you?”

I could only shudder under his touch. How could such a warm finger send shivers down my spine?

“N- n-nothing,” I stuttered.

He chuckled lowly, the baritone doing strange things to my core. “You’ve had to have done something these past four years. Tell me something.”

“Oh. Right. Um. Well. The music thing didn’t really work out, and I missed home, so I came back.”

“Does that mean you missed me?” he said sounding dangerously close to flirting.

He had to be out of his mind if he thought I was falling for that bait. I learned a long time ago to stay far away from Liam, and here he was trying to test my resolve. I’ve heard about him anyways. The media hasn’t exactly been shy about his various flings. This was a habitual flinger, aka, commitaphobe.

I could remember the month before graduation. He was so kind. He touched me like he loved me. He held me like he loved me. He looked at me like I was the only girl in the world and then he told me he had to go. He told me football was the most important thing in his life and that if we were meant to be, he had to let me go. Some bullshit about letting something go and if it comes back that’s how you know. He twisted the dagger in my heart by saying we could be friends. As if any woman could be just friends with Liam. And stupid, young, naïve me, said ok. I actually went along with it.

Flo rung the bell, and it shrilled loudly. It reminded me of what I must not do.

“Order up!”

“That’s you,” I said standing to grab the plastic bag heavy with calorie clogging food.

“Yea,” he said remorsefully. It almost sounded like he didn’t want to go. Almost. Too bad, he had to go.

There was a time when I thought Liam was capable of love. Not anymore. Fame changes the things we love.

CHAPTER SIX

I can’t believe it. How can she be even more beautiful than the first time I saw her? Time had been good to Maddie. She had curves, her hair was longer, thicker and she still smelled like a wild flower meadow. After all these years, she either still used the same shampoo, or I was imagining it. She was everything I remembered and everything I didn’t. Her eyes weren’t as bright, but the blue was still a color I could not name. Her face held worry lines, and her smile was no longer a breath of fresh air bestowed on everyone. She seemed hesitant and skittish. I didn’t like it. I hated it. What could have made her so uneasy in my presence? I wondered if she was happy and if I could make her happier. I wonder if it’s too late and how I would convince her to give me another try if she didn’t even want to talk to me, let alone be in my presence.