by Megan Green
2
Lexi
“You’re sure you don’t need my help, Lex? I’m more than happy to hang around a bit longer.”
I let out a deep breath, blowing away the strand of hair that fell across my face, as I scrub the kitchen floor. “I told you, Ella, I’m fine. Get your ass out of here, and get back to those babies of yours. Drew is probably going out of his mind by now.”
My sister pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, her eyes darting from where I’m kneeling on the floor to the stacks of boxes arranged haphazardly around the room. “I feel bad, leaving you like this. I was the one who convinced you to move all the way out here. The least I can do is help you unpack.”
Dropping the scrub brush back into the bucket of soapy water, I push myself up off my knees and take in my sister. For a woman who had twins only six months ago, she looks amazing. In blue leggings and a white T-shirt, you’d never guess that, only half a year ago, the woman looked like she’d swallowed an entire watermelon. Maybe two. I’ve always envied her for that. Throughout our childhood and teen years, she was able to eat anything she wanted without a second thought to what it might do to her thighs while, if I even looked at a cheeseburger, I would gain ten pounds. I’ve spent my entire life counting calories and watching everything I put into my mouth, and I still never look as good as she does without any effort.
Until now anyway. I haven’t exactly had much of an appetite this past year. That’s one perk of everything that’s happened. I’m the thinnest I’ve ever been in my life. Probably too thin, if there is such a thing.
I walk across the room, circling my arms around Ella’s shoulders when I reach her, giving her a brief, firm hug. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Ells. You believed in me when nobody else did. You stood by my side when everyone else turned the other cheek. And you helped me find my dream house without even knowing it was what I was looking for.”
Ella’s brows rise in a skeptical look as she takes in the run-down condition of my new home. “Dream house, huh? I think you should set your sights a little higher next time, Lex.”
I laugh as I spin her around and shuffle her toward the door. “You just wait. Fixing this place up is exactly what I need. It’s going to be freaking spectacular.”
My hand closes around the doorknob, pulling hard to open the front door that I already know sticks slightly. It’s one of the many things on my list of to-dos for this place. When the door still doesn’t budge, I brace my foot up on the frame for leverage, giving it another strong tug.
My sister’s laugh registers before the fact that I’m now planted squarely on my ass, doorknob in hand. I look between it and the new hole in the door where the knob used to be, and before I can help myself, I join in.
“God, this place is a dump,” I say between breaths, wiping the tears developing in my eyes. It’s the first time in a long time that the tears are from laughter and not pain and anguish. It feels so good to laugh.
And then the guilt hits.
Do I deserve to feel good after what I did? Do I deserve to laugh with my sister after almost taking that privilege from someone else? I ruined someone’s life. What in the hell am I thinking, sitting here in a fit of giggles while that person is still going through hours of pain and therapy?
Ella sees the change in my face almost instantly. And, like all the best big sisters, she knows me better than anyone. She knows exactly where my thoughts went without me even having to say a word.
“Lexi, don’t. You need to stop punishing yourself. You made a mistake, and you paid the price. But you can’t keep wallowing. You need to live. You need to laugh. You need to be happy.” She reaches her hand down to me, pulling me to my feet with ease. “And you need to fucking eat something. You’re too damn skinny. I can practically count your ribs, even through that damn shirt,” she admonishes, pointing to the top I put on this morning.
It’s a size small, and even still, it’s slightly baggy around my midsection.
I wrap my arms around my waist, trying to hide the evidence. “I’m fine, Ells. Besides, you of all people aren’t one to talk about being too thin. You just had twins, for Christ’s sake. Look at you.”
She shakes her head. “Not going to happen, Lex. You’re not changing the subject that easy. You need to get some help. I’m worried about you.”
This isn’t the first time she’s lectured me, and it certainly won’t be the last. I know she’s concerned. And I know the way I’m living my life isn’t healthy. But knowing something and doing something about it are two entirely different things.
“Can we not do this right now, Ella? I’ve had a long day, and I’ve got a long-ass night ahead of me. I understand your concern, and I swear I’m going to do something about it. But, for now, I need to focus on this place. Once I’m settled, I promise we’ll talk.”
She eyes me with another skeptical look, her gaze giving me an assessing once-over. She must believe me because, a moment later, she exhales a loud sigh. “Fine. But don’t think I won’t remember this conversation. I’ll give you some space and let you get settled. But, Lexi,” she adds, eyes narrowed and lips set in a hard line, “I’m always just a phone call away. If you need anything, you call me. I don’t give a shit if it’s two in the morning. You need me, you call me.”
I give her another quick hug, so grateful she’s my sister. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but every day, I’m thankful that she’s mine. Even when we lived in different states, she never failed to make sure I knew she loved me and would do anything for me. Every damn day.
“Thanks, Ells. I love you. And I’ll be over to squeeze my nieces as soon as this place somewhat resembles livable space.”
She gives the room another glance. “So, we’ll see you at their graduation?”
I playfully smack her on the arm. “Oh, stop. It’s not that bad. I’m telling you—in a few weeks, you won’t even recognize this place. Now, get the hell out of here, and let me get to work.”
She laughs, slipping her fingers into the notch where the doorknob was five minutes ago, pulling the door open. “You’d better get this fixed ASAP. This might be a safe town, but that doesn’t mean you should have a hole in your front door.”
“Got it, chief. I’ve seen Friday the 13th. I know what lives in these weird lakes. First up, fix the hole in the door to keep psycho serial killers out.”
Ella rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, great, one more thing to worry about. Try to stay away from men in hockey masks, m’kay, sis?”
“I make no promises. You know I’ve always had a thing for jocks.”
“I’ll stop by tomorrow. Try to still be alive.”
“You don’t have to—” I start, but she shoots me a dirty look, telling me exactly what she thinks about my protest. “Fine. See you tomorrow. But don’t bring those kiddos here until the place is a little more habitable.”
“Don’t worry. My babies aren’t coming within a mile of this place until I know they won’t die of toxic mold poisoning.”
“You’re so dramatic. There’s no mold here. I had it checked. It just needs some sprucing up.”
She lifts an eyebrow at me. But, before she can open her mouth, I spin her around again and smack her on the butt.
“Stop insulting my house, and get the hell out of here. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Lex!” she shouts over her shoulder as she descends the front porch steps.
I cross every appendage I have that one of those dilapidated steps doesn’t give out under her feet, giving her further fuel to the fire against this place.
Once she’s safely in her car, I close the door, leaning back against it as I assess the situation.
Long-ass night might have been an understatement.
***
Four hours later, the door is fixed, the kitchen floor is gunk-free—I don’t even want to know what was causing my feet to stick to it like glue—and my bed is set up. That’s about as good as it’s going to get for tonight
.
It’s past midnight, and I want nothing more than to crawl into my bed and sleep for about twelve hours straight. I hustle down the stairs, grabbing a bottle of water from the old fridge that luckily still works, and guzzle half of it while standing in front of the sink.
The glare of the moon on the lake catches my eye, and an idea pops into my head. What better way to unwind after a long day of cleaning and unpacking than to relax by the water for a few minutes?
I grab another water and a bushel of grapes I picked up from the supermarket when I first got to town. Then, I head down to the dock.
When I flew down to look at houses with Ella last month, I fell for this place the moment the realtor pulled into the driveway. I didn’t even need to go inside. The second I stepped out of the car and saw this dock, I knew I wouldn’t be living anywhere else.
It’s true; the house needs work—a hell of a lot of it. But it has good bones. It’s old, but it was built at a time when quality was more important that quantity. There is no doubt in my mind that the structure itself is fine—a fact I had confirmed by the home inspector before I closed.
It’s small and cozy—only a living room, kitchen, and guest bath downstairs and a small bed and bath upstairs—but it’s perfect for me. Add in the fact that it’s only about fifteen minutes from Ella’s house in Grover—the next town over—and it was a no brainer.
And the dock that shoots off the back of the house and right out onto the lake?
Pure heaven.
I step out onto said dock, the bite of the October air washing over my overheated skin. I walk out to the very end, sitting down on the edge and dangling my feet out over the water. I momentarily think about diving in. Nothing would feel better than a cool dip after hours of sweating over boxes and running around the house. But even I’m not dumb enough to jump in black water in fifty-degree temps. I’ll just have to make do with the cool breeze and gentle spray.
I munch on my snack, finishing off my first bottle of water and cracking open the second. A spark of desire for something a little stronger settles over me, but I quickly force it down. Alcohol is the last thing I need right now.
Setting aside the grapes, I lie back on the wood and stare up at the stars, letting the sounds of the woods take over. The lapping of the tiny ripples through the water, the whistle of the wind through the drying fall leaves, the snap of branches and twigs from the nearby wildlife—it’s a symphony of nature. A soundtrack of meditation and relaxation.
I could get used to this.
Closing my eyes, I take it all in, reveling in every moment of peace. It’s not something I’m familiar with, having moved here from the hustle and bustle of Chicago. I’m pretty sure the only wildlife I ever heard there was the scratching and clawing of rats. Not exactly the same thing.
My eyes start to drift shut, and I know I need to get up and go inside, so I don’t freeze to death. It might feel good at the moment, but sleeping out here would be an entirely different story.
I’ll give myself five more minutes, and then it’s back to the house.
I lace my fingers behind my head, inhaling deeply and holding the fresh air in my lungs. I’m halfway to the count of thirty when it happens.
Music breaks through my sanctuary, violently ripping me from my tranquil thoughts.
Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. The sound is muffled, as if coming from inside one of the neighboring houses. And it’s really not that loud. But, still, going from absolute silence to the sound of DJ Khaled singing about winning, no matter what, is jarring.
I jackknife up from the dock, glaring at the house that was dark as night when I first came out here. Now, every light in the place is blazing, the entire back wall a panel of windows, showcasing the extravagant decor on the inside. It makes my tiny lake house look like a dump in comparison.
Well, I guess that isn’t hard.
The sound of the music increases for a moment, and I see the back door open as someone steps out. Strings of small, round lights illuminate the backyard, and I see the shape of a man as he walks along the grass.
It’s pitch black outside, so I’m not able to make out his features, but judging from his frame and gait, I’d guess he’s fairly young—under forty at least.
The annoyance I felt at the sound of the music evaporates as I watch him stroll down to the dock jutting off his property. His moves are tentative, almost tired. When he reaches the lake, he tucks his hands into his pockets, letting his head roll back on his shoulders as he lifts his face toward the sky. Even from fifty yards away, I can practically feel the tension and exhaustion radiating off him.
I don’t say a word. I don’t call out a greeting even though this man must be one of my new neighbors. I do nothing but watch as he stands there, soaking in the evening, just like I was doing moments ago.
And I can’t help but wonder if he’s running from something, too.
Acknowledgments
Thank you so much for reading Nobody But You! I hope you enjoyed the experience as much as I enjoyed writing it!
To my amazing husband – thank you for your never-ending support and love. It’s because of you I’m even able to write such swoon-worthy heroes. There’s a bit of you in every single one of them. Love you!
To my family – thank you for always believing in me.
Nichole – thank you for keeping me going on the hard days. You’re the best worst friend I’ve ever had ;)
To Alyssa Garcia – thank you for the absolutely STUNNING cover for this book. I couldn’t be more in love with it.
To Lindee Robinson – your photos are gorgeous and I’m so grateful to you for them. I wouldn’t have such gorgeous covers without your amazing work.
To Jovana Shirley – you’re amazing. Thank you for taking my words and making them shine!
To Julie Deaton – I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for putting the final polish on my books and making them squeaky clean!
To Alexandria Bishop – thank you for being you. Thanks for always talking through things with me. And thank you for making the interior of my books as pretty as the exterior.
To the rest of my author buds – you ladies rock. Thank you for always being willing to lend an ear and offer advice.
And to all my readers – thank you so much for your patience while I was writing this book. Thank you for all of your support and love. I literally could not do this without you.
Also by Megan Green
The Washington Rampage Series
The Off-Season
The Cleanup
The Rival
The Wounded Love Series
Safe Distance
Soldier’s Heart
Solid Ground
Standalone Romance
Meant To Be Broken
Caulk Tease(co-written with Alexandria Bishop)
About the Author
Megan lives in Northern Utah with her amazing husband, Adam, and her spoiled rotten fur-kids, Scout and Bella. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with a book or binge watching Supernatural. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, music, animals, chocolate, and coffee—lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from her readers, so please drop her a line!
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