Country at Heart (Country Man Series: Book two. Luke Bryan Love Story)

Chapter Nine

"C'mon, Love." Ezra begs as I try to break  away from him. I swallow hard and blink, as he never breaks eye contact.

"Ezra, I don't know. I just got out of a break up and-" I'm cut off by his lips crashing to mine. My arms go around his neck and I kiss him back. His soft lips move down to my jaw line and then down my neck, stopping in one spot. Ezra starts to nip at my skin and I start to unbutton his shirt. My shirt is then thrown across the room, I'm pushed off balance and then my bed breaks my fall.

I jerk up in bed and sigh in relief. I rake my fingers through my hair, stand from my bed and walk to the window.

That's the last time I take naps during the day.

I've been having dreams like that the past week and I have no clue how to stop them. The whole thing with Ezra is still sorta a blur but a part of me can't help but still love him in some way. Every dream is another memory from London, a memory about Ezra.

I need air.

I step outside of the guest house and see Mrs. Claire in the distance working on her flower garden. I smile and start to walk her way.

Luke's mother is the sweetest lady I have every met in my entire life. She is so excepting, loving, and so easy to talk to. I feel like I can tell her anything about my past, if I could remember most of it. Claire looks up and spots me, then waves me over to her. I start running and make it to the woman.

"Hello, Dear. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?" she asks, as we pull out of a hug. I accept and she smiles widely. "That's great, now help me carry these things inside." she motions to the basket of apples at her side and I scoop up the basket and we start to walk inside.

She tells me where to put them and I to as I'm told. I'm thrown and apron an handed a bowl with some ingredients in it.

"Now start making the apple pie." she instructs and I look at the bowl confused. "you do know how to make apple pie, Child?"  I shake my head no and she laughs. "well I would hope not. If it was better than mine, that would be a problem. Just start mashing potatoes." she takes the ingredients from me and goes to a space at the counter.

"Okay. That I can do." I wash, peel, and throw potatoes into a bowl and mash them. She tells me to start frying the chicken and I defrost the chicken and heat up the oil.

While the chicken is cooking, Mr. Bryan walks in with Luke.

"Well look at that, Son. Our women cooking." He nudges Luke and I can sense Luke smiling. "She's a keeper."