Lockwood Creek Book One
Cardiologist, Adam Matthews heart stop beating the day he lost his wife...his Emma.
Withdrawing from every day living, he threw himself into what he knew best, his work. But one drunken night changes everything. But can h...
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~ ~ Riley Jo ~~
Sneaking back into the main house, slipping through the kitchen, I breathed a sigh of relief to find it all quiet. Creeping toward the door, I jumped back. "Sweet Jesus, Stella, you scared the hell outta me." Stella appeared from nowhere with a wooden spoon in hand.
"What you doin', child, creeping on through my kitchen?"
"Why nothin' Stella." I smiled innocently.
Stella wasn't falling for my line. "Don't you be lying to me, child. You've been up to no good." Throwing me a coy smile.
I clasped my hands behind my back, lifting my chin. "Me? Little ole me, up to no good." A smile broke across my lips. "Never in a month of Sundays."
She shook her head, chuckling. "Go on now, you better get your ass upstairs and ready, child. Your mamas in a strange mood tonight." She winked as she waved me away with her spoon.
"Ain't she always?" I shrugged as Stella tsked, cocking her thick eyebrow." I knew she wouldn't go telling tales on me.
Once inside my bedroom, leaning against my door, I composed myself. Not having time to shower, I quickly freshened up and brushed up my makeup. Digging in my drawers, I fished out a clean pair of panties. The ones I had on were in no fit state. Slipping on fresh, I fixed my hair, spying two pieces of hay. Smiling, I plucked them out. "Lucky I found you before my mama did."
How would I explain having hay in my hair? I grinned like a cat who ate all the cream.
Atethecream... Ha! I'd done exactly that.
A flush of heat flooded my body as I sucked in a breath. That was the hottest thing I'd ever done. Well, the second. A one night stand with the hot doctor had been the first, but alas only flashes of what I was sure had been a great night peeked through my hazy memory.
Glancing around for my phone, it tempted me to call Conner and tell him how awesome I was. No, that was a face-to-face conversation.
Planting myself in front of my full-length mirror, I lifted my dress above the knees. The redness had all but gone. Letting it drop and I shifted from one side to the other, assessing my appearance, smoothing down my dress. Perfect!
I groaned to myself; it was time I showed my face.
Heading downstairs with a bounce in my step, I made my way through into the den, passing open windows breathing in the warm night air. The house was stuffy tonight and the air heavy. But growing up here, I was used to it.
"I was about to send a search party out for you." My father said, passing a glass to Mr Stanton, Maddy's soon to be father-in-law.
"Hey Daddy." Mr Stanton tipped his head as his eyes slid over me, lingering longer than appropriate on my breasts.
