by Lark Lane
Love Scars – 2: Deeper
Copyright © 2013 Lark Lane
Published by LarkyLark Press
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Love Scars, a romantic suspense serial:
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2. Deeper
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LOVE SCARS
Part Two: Deeper
Nora Deven was seventeen when her family was killed. In a “rage phase,” she went through countless men until she realized she might lose custody of her niece. Now twenty-three, she’s raised Stacey the past six years by taking on massive student loans. When she’s offered the chance to pay off her debt through a little benign corporate spying, Nora takes it. But the job is located near the place where her family was murdered, and a secret buried since that night threatens to destroy Nora’s tenuous hold on sanity.
Tech genius J.D. Reider was a multimillionaire at eighteen. Now twenty-eight and worth billions, J.D.’s wealth hasn’t shielded him from being scarred by love. There’s plenty of time in life for sex—never for love. When his company’s latest project is threatened by a rival, J.D. meets Nora Deven, a fragile graduate student unwittingly caught up in the corporate intrigue. Against his will, J.D.’s heart opens to Nora. He fights his attraction to her, but he can’t make himself stay away.
They can heal each other’s love scars, if only they can see past them.
In Part 2, Deeper: When an incident triggers a flashback in Nora, J.D. comforts her and struggles to resist his powerful attraction to her. Brad is disappointed by a development in Lisa’s relationship with Frank.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 1
“Yeah!” a male voice in the living room screamed.
“Die! Die! Die!” someone answered amid obnoxious laughter.
Crap. Videogames. Word about the party had gone viral, and the house was crammed with people.
Loud people. Obnoxious people. The two people types I hate.
I was still in my room getting ready. The noise gave me high anxiety, but if I didn’t get out there soon Lisa was going to come find me. I put on a pair of shorts and a pink cotton tank top and pulled the curlers out of my hair. I’ve never been able to use a curling iron. I blow my hair almost dry and roll it up for ten minutes to get the frizz out.
As I ran a brush through my hair, my sour expression in the bathroom mirror shocked even me. I smoothed the frown line between my eyebrows and tried to force a smile.
Ack. Didn’t help.
I sighed and went out to face the dragon, a/k/a our guests. This is for Lisa, I told myself. Normal people have parties. Normal people like parties. With Stacey away on her graduation trip, it was the perfect time to have one. Lisa shouldn’t have to suffer because she lives with her fucked up best friend.
In the living room half a dozen people sat around the TV watching a couple guys play games from my niece’s retro collection, all violent. I couldn’t stand them, but they were Stacey’s way of dealing with what happened. I was in no position to judge someone else’s coping mechanisms.
In the kitchen a girl Lisa worked with was cutting limes into wedges. “Hey, Nora,” she said. “Can you take these to Frank? He’s outside at the bar.”
“Sure.” I couldn’t remember her name. I said, “The margaritas must flow!” It was supposed to be funny but came out sounding lame. I picked up the bowl of cut limes and went out to the back deck.
The heat had let up now that the sun was going down, and a DJ was set up next to the keg on the lawn. Lisa never said anything about having a DJ. I had no idea where she came from. The lawn was thick with people dancing on the grass. Deep in the crowd, I caught a glimpse of Lisa’s blond hair and her arms up over her head.
My nerves were doing their own dance in my stomach. Inhale…exhale… I’m such a wimp. I will not freak out. This is practice. If I could get through this party, maybe I could face Foresthill.
Foresthill. See? I could think the word and not fall apart, as long as I wasn’t blindsided by it. I’d been thinking about Steve’s offer all afternoon. All my student loans paid. It would change my world. And if I found what Steve wanted and got the bonus, we could get the new roof the house desperately needed. Stacey could start college this fall without going into debt.
“Hey, Nora, are those for over here?” Lisa’s boyfriend Frank called to me from the makeshift bar in a corner of the deck. He poured a red mixture into a cocktail shaker along with some ice and said, “Come get some.”
I set the limes on the bar as he threw away the empty bottle of cheap vodka. Frank did everything with precision, and he always cleaned up his mess as he went. Plus he was happy all the time and played well with others. He was twenty-five, two years older than us, all angles and sharp edges, with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a great smile, and he was super strong from working with horses and alpacas at the equine center.
He poured his masterpiece into two plastic martini glasses, squeezed a lime wedge in each, and handed one to me. “Cranberry martini a la Frank.”
I downed the cold drink in two gulps. “Oh, yeah. This recipe is a keeper.”
He refilled my glass from the shaker and we sat down on the deck steps together. I forced myself to watch the dancing. I didn’t mind all the people in the house, but the ones on the lawn made me nervous as hell. They’re friends, I told myself. Friends of friends, anyway. Harmless.
I remembered what Steve said outside Dr. Barton’s office: Face your fear and get to the other side of it. Something like that. Great concept. I’d get right on it.
“I have a feeling I’ll need a few more of these,” I told Frank.
“We all have our little crosses to bear,” he said as we clunked our plastic glasses together.
I finished my drink and set the glass down on the step beside me. I needed the alcohol, but I was drinking too fast.
“Speaking of crosses to bear, he’s back,” Frank said. “How nice.”
Lisa and Brad emerged from the dancing crowd. Frank had come to a kind of peace with the situation. They met here at the house last semester when Brad joined our study group. It was obvious right away Brad liked Lisa, but Frank seemed to ignore the fact.
When I asked him about it once, he quoted Sun-tzu: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
“Did you meet his friend yet?” I said. Brad had left earlier after remembering he was supposed to give a friend a ride. “Apparently the guy’s been out of work for a while, and Brad thinks he needs some fun in his life.”
“Let’s hope he’s not one of those bozos.” Frank indicated a group of idiots over by the keg, doing shots and harassing each other like they were still in high school.
“My thoughts exactly.”
The bozos were obnoxious and loud. One guy shoved another and made him spill his beer all over himself. “H
ey, dude! I look like I pissed my pants!” The others shrieked with laughter. My hands started to clench. I shook them and wiggled my fingers until the feeling passed.
I shifted my focus back to Lisa and Brad. He’d changed from his usual pressed shirt into something casual. He actually looked pretty good. How did Lisa do it? She had two guys madly in love with her. I didn’t even have a casual date.
I guess being an obsessive-compulsive control freak wasn’t so attractive.
“I wasn’t sure she’d get tonight off from the restaurant,” Frank said, his gaze fixed on the dancing couple. “It’s good to see her having fun.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Frank. Brad is just a friend. Lisa loves you.”
“She does,” he said matter-of-factly. “But sometimes I wonder what if I hadn’t got there first?”
“You did get there first.”
He’d liked her since high school, when she and I were freshmen and he was a junior. Lisa and Frank as a couple was one of the few enduring facts of my life. Besides Stacey, they were the only people I still knew from before. I desperately needed what stability I could hang onto.
I needed Lisa and Frank to keep being Lisa and Frank.
“Hey, have you heard from Stacey?” Frank said.
“She called this afternoon. She’s having a blast,” I said. “She and her friends have been on Pirates of the Caribbean five times.”
“Did you tell her about the internship?”
“Yes. And that you’re staying here while I’m gone.”
“She doesn’t mind?”
“The opposite. She says this big house is too empty with only two people in it.”
Actually Stacey had asked at first if Brad could stay, but there was no point in telling Frank that.
My grandpa was a carpenter. He built this house in the country in the late 1960s with dreams of a big family to fill the five bedrooms. Since then, “the country” has changed. Doctors and lawyers and politicians and tech millionaires moved into Granite Bay and demanded their own zip code. My grandma left the house free of a mortgage so we were able to stay, but most of the time I feel like an imposter among my neighbors.
“Maybe you’ll fill the place up with kids someday,” Frank said. “When you find the right guy.”
“Right. What a romantic you are.” This house was perfect for a bunch of kids, especially with the huge yard, but the thought of having a family terrified me.
“I hope Lisa thinks so.” Frank took a small box out of his pocket. “Do you think she’ll like it?” He showed me the engagement ring inside, a gold band with a marquis cut diamond.
“Gorgeous! Does this mean you got the job?”
Frank was a resident large animal veterinarian at the equine center in Loomis. Until he went to vet school, I had no idea animal doctors did residencies like people doctors.
“I’ll be permanent staff at the end of summer. I’m going to ask her tonight.”
“That’s wonderful, Frank.” I said, but a sliver of doubt bugged me. It was horrible, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure Lisa would say yes.
The music changed pace to something driving, more relentless. I hugged my bare legs and rested my chin on my knees, and my hair fell over my shoulders and arms like a protective shawl. I hoped Lisa wasn’t going to get all dirty dancing with Brad, lost in the pulsing beat.
She loved Frank. She’d never told me anything different. But I knew my best friend, and I knew Brad had gotten under her skin. She was fighting the attraction out of loyalty to Frank—and love. But it was a beautiful evening at the edge of summer, and the perfume of jasmine filled the air, and geeky Brad wasn’t so geeky on the dance floor—dance grass?
They looked good together. Too good.
“Frank,” I said. “When I get back from my internship, why don’t you just stay? Move in permanently.”
I didn’t hear his answer.
My heart started pounding. The sound of rushing blood filled my ears, and my mind went blank. Someone gasped—I’m pretty sure it was me—as an amazing guy opened the side gate and walked into my life. I mean walked across the lawn to Brad and Lisa.
He was tall and lanky, in khaki-colored carpenter pants and a sleeveless brick red shirt that exposed his lean muscular arms. His easy gait—he walked in slow motion, truly—reeked of self-confidence and physical strength.
He held up the brown paper bag he carried. Lisa looked inside it and pointed to the house. They all turned toward the deck.
His eyes met mine. I couldn’t breathe. In the whole world, there was nothing but those eyes, dark, kind, intelligent, and deep. I blinked and grabbed Frank’s half-finished martini and swallowed the rest of it, grateful as the cold tart liquid reminded my body to function.
He walked toward me, his loose brown hair falling forward. He had great cheekbones and nice lips. I was gawking but I couldn’t stop. Did I say nice lips?
“So. Brad’s friend.” Frank grinned and offered his hand to help me up. “Not in the bozo category.”
I needed that hand, not to pull me up but to anchor me to the planet. I rose to my feet, dizzy and disoriented. Then Not-A-Bozo smiled at me, and I was lost.
Chapter 2
I felt ridiculous. I was bedazzled and unsure, like a love-struck kid. Now I’m the first to admit I’m one screwed-up individual. Obsessive about order. Anxious in crowds. But shy? No. In my life, never. And yet, looking at Brad’s friend, a swarm of butterflies invaded my stomach. I actually felt myself blush.
“Sweetie!” Lisa waved madly at Frank and came running. “I didn’t see you get here. Any news?”
“The best,” Frank said. “You’re looking at the newest on-staff large animal vet at the Loomis Basin Equestrian Center, starting in August.
“I knew you’d get it!” Lisa squealed. “They’d be fools to let you get away.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Frank grinned at me as Lisa threw her arms around him.
“That’s awesome, buddy,” Brad said. “Great news.”
What a drag. I was definitely Team Frank, but a broken heart on a good guy like Brad wasn’t pretty. If only I knew someone else for him, but—pathetically—Lisa was my only real friend.
“Congratulations.” Brad’s friend gave Frank the paper bag. “I hope this adds to the celebration.”
“Grey Goose.” Frank’s face lit up. “Excellent vodka. Cranberry martinis all around.”
“This is J.D.,” Brad said to me. “We work together at BlueMagick.”
“Nice to meet you,” J.D. said.
I stared at his outstretched hand, his forearm and bicep, and smooth unmarked skin over taught muscles. His body was lean but athletic. In my head, King Arthur from Monty Python cried Run away! Run away! My body didn’t listen. Not to me, not to the king. It was totally lust at first sight. Before I knew it, my hand was in his. My heart swelled in my chest, about to burst. Couldn’t everybody hear the pounding?
His hand covered mine entirely. He was polite enough not to notice I was trembling. Everything in me wanted to move closer, press my chest against his, to feel his arms around me.
Jeez. I didn’t even know the guy. That’s never stopped you before.
“Hi,” I said. Memorable first word. One for the history books. I literally could not push another sound out of my mouth. If I didn’t get away from him, I was going to melt into the deck. Frank and Lisa headed to the bar, and I pulled my hand away and followed them.
“Now you’re going to taste a decent martini,” Frank said, opening the vodka.
I felt warm, and not from the heat of the day. I pulled my hair up, wishing I had a scrunchie to keep it out of the way, and swept it over my shoulder. As a breeze played across the skin on my back, I imagined J.D.’s perfect lips on my neck. Down, girl!
He was still standing on the deck steps looking at me, his face serious and his arms folded across his chest. If he had any brains in his head, he’d run away. Right now.
Yes, I was lonely.<
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Yes, it was months since my last attempt at having a boyfriend.
And yes, I’d love to meet someone at least half sane to have a relationship with. I was also self-aware enough to know no half-sane guy should want anything to do with me.
Frank poured out five red martinis in plastic glasses, and Lisa squeezed limes over the drinks. They looked cute together too, like old pals having fun. Which they were. Frank was more serious than Lisa, but he always lightened up when he was with her.
I offered a toast. “To Dr. Frank.” I finished all but one swallow of the drink right there. The alcohol was starting to do its job, and I mentally cut myself off.
Frank grabbed Lisa’s hand and wiggled his eyebrows at me mischievously. “Follow me, people.”
As Frank and Lisa led the way from the deck, Brad took the fifth martini to J.D., still standing on the grass by the deck steps. J.D. glanced at me and back to Brad. He accepted the drink, shaking his head ever so slightly.
In a moment of clarity, I understood. Brad had meant to match J.D. up with me—and J.D. obviously wasn’t interested.
A blind date no one had bothered to tell me about. I was a little bit pissed off. I never asked to be set up with anybody. Suddenly J.D. wasn’t so gorgeous. Hell, I could barely take care of myself and Stacey without taking on a loser who hadn’t worked for three years.
Okay. That was harsh. But jeez.
I tried to pass Brad and J.D., but they were standing close together. I turned sideways to get through, facing J.D., and put my palm on his chest. In a bratty fit, I looked up and gave him a flirty smile, letting him get a good view of my bare shoulders and the swell of my breasts under my tank top. I was glad I decided to wash my hair earlier. Let him take in the scent of my rosemary mint shampoo.
J.D. gave me an amused smile in return—then poured his martini into my near-empty glass.