Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Maddy ~ ~
Finally, alone. And to be honest I was happy for the time alone. I hadn't dealt with the shock, yet, and I wanted the solitude to process what happened. Still a little shaken I was determined not to let it ruin my evening with my sister.
A little later on having napped and showered and dressed, it was time to head over to Riley Jo's. Unfortunately, she already was aware of the earlier events, having called me to tell me she had my purse, and that was the moment it had hit me and I'd burst into tears. She'd wanted to drive over to Cooper's and do god only knows what—most likely murder him.
I felt terrible for upsetting her a second time and did my best to reassure her I was okay and the tightness in my chest eased when she relented.
In the mirror's reflection, my eyes darted to the door, hearing a rap of knuckles. "I'm decent," I called out, brushing my hand over my dress to smooth it out as the door opened wide and Logan stepped inside.
His eyes went from wary to heated as they wandered over me. His long strides brought him flush against my back, and my heart skidded to a stop.
"Damn, you look beautiful, Princess." Resting his hands on my hips, a fire licked across my tummy, and for once, I didn't dampen it down.
"You think so?" My attention returned to my reflection. It was a dress I'd bought before my engagement to Cooper, but my mama had hated it on sight and I'd put it to the back of my walk-in closet. It had spaghetti straps and a floral pattern that swirled loosely around my bare legs, hitting at mid-thigh. Though I was slightly sad at the fact, I had to pair it with a textured crew neck short-sleeved cardigan to hide my bruises.
My eyes flicked up to his and his smouldering look made my legs wobbly and my body heat up.
Hell bells! How was I going to manage living here with these two? I'd kissed Logan this morning and then, a few hours later, Jackson. Well, technically, they kept kissing me, but I hardly put up a fight.
Logan leaned down. His warm breath tickled my ear, and I tried to ignore the leap in my pulse. "I won't ever lie to you, Princess."
I believed him. "Good to hear." Swallowing down my rush of giddy nerves.
His tone changed. "You gonna be okay tonight? Because I'm sure Riley Jo would understand if you're not up to going out." His gaze roved over my face in the mirrors reflection like he was memorising every detail. It lingered when he reached my lips and my mind supplied in vivid detail our earlier kiss.
Snap out of it.
I quickly tossed that thought out as I looked away. "Me...pfft. I'm doin' fine. Honestly, you don't need to be worrying 'bout me." I tried to be convincing. "And look at it this way. I guess I have sumthin' else to talk about in therapy."
I clamped my mouth shut—why the hell had I mentioned my therapy?
"You have a therapist?" His eyebrows rose in surprise.
