Becca finally found her courage and faced her tormentor’s head on to get what she deserved; respect and Tyler Conklin. With her new found strength in herself, Becca faith in Tyler is solid, but is he willing to completely open up to her? They both have past baggage, and as Becca says Tyler’s is particularly old. Will they finally get over their inner turmoil?
With everything they have been through, you would think Becca and Tyler have learned that secrets get them nowhere. They have made great leaps and bounds in their relationship, but Becca can’t help but feel he is still keeping something from her. Between the local detective snooping around and asking questions at the Conklin building and Tyler’s evasive answers, Becca remains skeptical about his excuses. Even though the detective seems more interested in RJ’s “projects”,
Tyler’s hands seem to be in the pot as well. Unfortunately, Tyler’s past comes back in his face along with his shady business. Will Becca hold true to her new found confidence and claim what’s hers… including Tyler?
Tyler and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We had never been as intimate or as connected as we were last night. Probably because we hadn’t touched each other for damn near a month. His hands delicately stroked my body everywhere, etching my feelings for him deeper into my heart.
I forgave him for telling RJ I was an easy lay, for saying he could “fuck me” whenever he wanted. I knew now that he didn’t mean it, and he was only afraid of RJ taking me away from him. Of course this was ludicrous; I would never let RJ touch me, but Tyler was haunted by his father’s every needing urge to get under Tyler’s skin and was paranoid because of his father’s affair with Margo.
Margo was Tyler’s old nanny who stole his virginity and had a leash on his heart for 10 years. He told me he didn’t love her, but whenever her name was brought up, his eyes turned cold with malevolence as though he despised her. Or as I saw it, his heart was still broken some from her betrayal with RJ. But Margo and Tyler never had an actual relationship, which made the entire situation one big mess that I had yet to completely grasp.
I took another deep breath and was startled by a large clanking noise coming from downstairs. Then I heard the faucet turn on and more clanking. Tyler must be in the kitchen. I stood up and was surprised by how my legs trembled.
Probably from all the make-up sex.
I smirked at my inner monologue. I picked up Tyler’s t-shirt off the floor and grabbed my black lace panties that he so quickly stripped off of me last night. I probably had only worn them for 10 minutes. I padded my way out of Tyler’s vast bedroom. The large wall was partially pulled to the side as always. I walked through the loft where all of Tyler’s plans and blueprints laid scattered amongst the floor and workspace. I found my way to the black spiral staircase and winced with every step down I took.
Wow was I sore! We were going to have to take it easy tonight or maybe keep the creativity to a minimum. I looked out into the kitchen and saw Tyler standing at the stove attempting to flip an omelet. He turned his head slightly and saw me out of the corner of his eye. Once he flipped the omelet, he turned to face me; a huge grin was plastered on his face.
“Good morning. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Sorry if I woke you,” he said, leaning against the kitchen island holding a spatula.
I walked up to the island and sat down on the stool across from him. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.” My eyes grew wide as my stomach grumbled at the two large plates filled with mixed fruit, bacon, and now veggie omelets that Tyler placed in the open spot on each plate. I hadn’t eaten a real meal in a long time.
Tyler pushed the plate over to me along with a fork and napkin. He turned to grab the tea pot and poured the hot water into a coffee mug that held a tea bag. “Of course I did. Making breakfast in bed for my girlfriend on a Sunday should be a given,” Tyler said, putting the mug in front of me and grabbing his plate to come sit next to me. He kissed my forehead as he walked by.
“Hmm and why haven’t I had this luxury before?” I said with an arched brow. His face fell. Shoot. I didn’t mean to upset him. “I’m kidding, thank you. It looks great.” I smiled, putting my hand on his forearm while picking up my fork. I dug into the omelet first. From what I remembered, he made great omelets.
A smile played on his lips as he picked up his fork, never taking his eyes off of me. We ate in silence, mainly because I didn’t want to take a break from eating. It was delicious. I pushed my plate away after eating half of it. I was stuffed. Tyler’s face scrunched when he noticed.
“Aren’t you going to eat more?” he asked.
I put my hand on my stomach. “I already ate too much.” Tyler flexed his jaw and turned back to his plate, scrunching his eyebrows.
I stood up and took my plate to the sink and began to clean the other dishes. While the faucet water ran, my mind drifted to Jamie. I was going to have to talk to her. Today. I couldn’t stand the thought of her being mad at me. I didn’t even have my phone to call her, not that she would answer. I turned off the faucet after I loaded the last pan and felt Tyler’s hands on my hips. He briefly kissed the back of my neck. “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.
I leaned back into his chest. “Sore.” I sensed his grin on my neck. He slowly turned me around so we were face to face, my lower back pressed against the counter.
He lifted his finger and made a circle motion on my chest and gave me an unsure smile. “What about here?” he whispered, his eyes becoming concerned. I frowned and my shoulders fell.
Letting out a deep sigh, I said, “It still hurts.” His face fell even more. “But last night helped a lot. Thank you,” I said, tilting my head up to kiss him on the cheek. He gave me a lopsided smile and wrapped his arms around me.
His smile quickly faded into distress. Hesitantly he looked down at me. “Are we okay?” Tyler whispered, giving me a firm squeeze.
His unsure look was sobering and tore at my heart. Our bodies definitely connected last night, but he needed verbal reassurance. I reached up and ran my hands along his clean shaven jaw. “Yes,” I said, pulled his face down to mine. “Thank you for not giving up on me,” I murmured across his lips, giving him a gentle kiss.
Tyler’s shoulders relaxed as he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around me tighter. He stopped the kiss and put our foreheads together. “Giving up on you wasn’t an option.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mother of two, wonder wife, after school art/pottery instructor, self proclaimed runner, and Indie Romance Novel junkie!
This is Brooke’s second book, the first in the series was released back in September 2013 Conklin’s Blueprints.