by Thianna D.
Chemistry of Attraction
Corbin’s Bend, Season Two: Book 1
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Thianna D.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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Chapter 1
“I thought you might enjoy it up here.”
Looking up from unpacking her bags, Carodine Minor could not resist smiling. “Thanks, Gram. I really do appreciate it. Been working so hard toward graduation. I definitely needed a break.”
Rose Rolson smiled at her oldest grandchild. “Well, there is lots to do here. I know you love to hike and the mountains are thataway.” She pointed toward the window making Dina laugh. “Plus there is plenty to do here in the community if you’re interested. The board makes sure there are tons of things to choose from any time of the year, but especially in summer.”
“Yeah, but I’m not a teenager anymore,” Dina reminded her, having heard about the number of things Corbin’s Bend had going at any time for the young person. “So, I think many of those aren’t really meant for me. Maybe tomorrow I might try to go find a job, though. Something to bring me some pocket change.” And she needed to scour company websites and start sending out more resumes. Surely someone out there wanted to hire a woman with a master’s degree in chemistry. Well, someone who did not want her to use her knowledge to make poisons or chemical weapons. She had received ten offers from companies who could not pay her enough to create the kind of products they manufactured.
“All right, honey. You can always go suntan at the community pool. They opened it up last weekend. Oh,” Rose said as she stood up from the bed where she had been sitting. “One thing you need to be aware of, Dina, is that this community is a little different than you’re used to.”
“Meaning what?” Dina asked, only partially paying attention as she removed the few books she had brought with her, steamy romances she could not put down, and placed them on the one bookshelf in the room. She was glad her grandparents were always happy to have their grandchildren come visit. They had one of the larger homes in the community and her bedroom had a nice view of the trees and the mountains. When some of her cousins came toward the end of summer, there was a second guestroom they could use.
“Well, community is very important here. As is discipline.”
At the word, Dina’s head snapped around and she frowned. “Discipline? Don’t tell me. You have cops with nothing better to do than to stop anyone going one mile over the speed limit.”
Rose’s lips twitched. “Well, we have those too. But that wasn’t what I was referring to. Corbin’s Bend is built on a specific premise. And you may see that premise carried out. I just did not want you jumping to someone’s aid where it was not needed.”
“Such as what?” Dina asked, pushing her books together to get them all to fit.
“You may see someone spank someone else.”
Spluttering out a laugh, Dina stepped back from the shelf and turned around. “Spank?”
“Well, yes. It’s actually quite common here.”
“Sure, Gram,” she said in amusement, sure her grandmother was setting her up for some big joke. “I’ll see men spanking women out in the street.”
“Or women spanking women or even men spanking men.”
Rose did not sound like she was kidding, but what else could it be? “Okay,” Dina said slowly, pulling the rest of her clothes out of her suitcase and shutting it. “So, if I see someone smack someone else’s behind, I should what? Just walk on by?”
“Exactly.”
“All right. Sounds like a plan.”
“All right, honey,” Rose said in amusement. “I have a meeting to go to. Here’s your key to the house.” She laid a key on the small dresser in the room. “If you’re going to be out later than ten, let me or your grandfather know.”
“Will do. When is Gramps gonna be home? I haven’t seen him in a couple of years.” Dina had insisted that nobody but her parents come out to her graduation as she only received two tickets to the actual event and it seemed like a huge waste of money for people to fly out only to not see her graduate.
“He’ll be home after six. There was a housing board meeting today and that always lasts hours. They have to give a final review to new applicants.”
“Thanks, Gram.” Dina walked over and hugged her. “Really. I didn’t want to go home.”
Rose gave her a warm smile and hugged her back. “Well, I can understand that. Your mom still set on you marrying the boy you dated in high school?”
“Yes,” Dina replied wryly. “As if. I only dated him once, anyway, because she and his mother set us up. Geez, Gram. He didn’t even know the periodic table. Who doesn’t know the periodic table?” she asked in frustration, echoing one of her familiar complaints about how the men she met just weren’t up to snuff.
“Don’t worry, Dina. There’s just the right intelligent man out there for you.”
Snorting, Dina dropped down onto the bed. “Right. I won’t hold my breath.” She grinned and winked at Rose to let her know she was just joking. “Do you want me to make dinner since you and Gramps will be out?”
“No need. Food’s in the crock pot. You go have some fun.”
“If I must!” Dina called after her and snickered as she heard her grandmother laugh in response.
After hearing the front door open and close, she glanced around the small room that would be perfect for her for the next few months. After all, it was twice the size of her tiny dorm room and she did not have to share it with anyone.
Used to working hard, whether it was studying morning, noon, and night; or working part time at the local pub and part time as a gopher, having free time felt wrong. What should she do? Her eyes glanced over at her laptop, and she knew she should research some more companies… Shaking her head, she reminded herself of something she had decided when she accepted Rose’s invitation to spend the summer with her and Jason. She needed a break. Even her therapist at school had been quite emphatic about the fact she needed to take a few weeks and go on a vacation before she started work.
“…Otherwise you will end up back where you were last fall.”
She wrinkled her nose at the memory of having become so overcome with work and study that she almost quit school. The only thing that saved her was Layton Morrow from the campus mental health clinic. He listened to her rave about everything for two
hours, just letting her sound off. It was amazing how wonderful she felt after getting all of that off her chest. After that, while he remained as her therapist, he also became somewhat of an uncle figure. She would definitely miss him.
Grabbing her bag of toiletries, she went to the hall bathroom to put her stuff out on the counter and looked up into her expression. Short blonde hair cut into a bob, bright blue eyes, and a pixie-face; that was how her roommate Jen described her. Dina had a hard time looking at herself and seeing that. Blonde hair? Sort of. It was more of a reddish blonde, in her opinion. During the summer months, the red really came out. Her blue eyes were too bright in her opinion, looking almost like a ruddy purple depending on the lighting. And as for her face? It was just your basic face. Mostly round except for her jaw which protruded at the base.
Shaking her head at herself, she wondered just what she expected to see, anyway, a sudden beauty? Not that she was ugly, but beautiful was far off the scale. Looks didn’t really matter that much to her. Brains were far more important. She fell in love with one of her professors in undergrad after hearing him give a lecture on black holes. If anyone asked her what he looked like, she would end up giving them a blank expression because she could never quite describe his physical characteristics. She could, however, define his voice and intelligence – that part she knew.
Walking back into her bedroom, her eyes fell on her latest copy of the Chemistry Today Journal. She could keep up with the newest there or… her eyes turned to her romances, making her smile. Different. This summer, Carodine Minor would be different. She would read racy romances, look at magazines other women liked to read, lay out by the pool, and just be a girl. It was a good plan. It was the carrying it out that slightly worried her. Grabbing one of her favorite novels as well as a notebook and pen, she tossed them onto the bed and reached into the bottom drawer for her bathing suit.
Pure black, it was a one piece that covered the parts of her body she was slightly uncomfortable with, like her stomach that no matter what she did to it always pooched out somewhat and her chest which was practically non-existent. After changing, she pulled on a pair of shorts and after grabbing a towel and some sunscreen, she placed everything she needed in her tote bag and left the house. Rose and Jason lived about a mile from the clubhouse so she walked there in her flip-flops, looking over the houses as she passed by.
Her grandparents had never lived near her. When she was growing up in the wilds of Montana, they had lived in New York. Then, in her freshmen year in college, they announced they were moving to Colorado. It seemed like a strange move to her; at their age she would have expected them to move to Florida or Arizona. But they loved it here. Every email or letter she received from them extolled the virtues of the community, its members, and the acceptance they felt. “At least they have found a place they love,” she murmured as she turned onto the sidewalk next to the clubhouse, a tall, imposing dome. The choice of a dome was odd, but strangely enough it fit.
Walking around the outside, she reached the fenced pool, glad to see there was only one other person there. Glancing at her watch, she noted it was only one in the afternoon. The kids weren’t out of school yet as they still had two weeks left until summer break and it was a Wednesday. Looked like she could just enjoy herself.
“Hello,” she said to a woman sitting under an umbrella. For being next to a pool, she was surprisingly well-dressed, covered from neck to feet. She had auburn hair and when she looked up at Dina in surprise, she had astounding green eyes.
“Hello,” the woman responded in a soft voice, looking a little unsure of herself. Her eyes darted left and right as though she was looking for an escape route, though an escape from what was beyond Dina. It couldn’t possibly be her. She was about as harmless as anyone could be.
“I’m here just for the summer,” she explained with a smile, hoping to put the woman at ease. “My name is Carodine Minor, friends call me Dina. I’m Jason and Rose Rolson’s granddaughter.”
A shy smile tugged at the corners of the woman’s lips and her shoulders relaxed somewhat as though she felt relief. Dina wondered if her being a stranger was upsetting and hearing who her relatives were had set the woman’s mind at ease. “I’m Elly and I’m a permanent resident.” Something about the way she said it made it sound as if she could scarce believe it.
“Gram has wonderful things to say about the place,” Dina said as she unloaded her bag onto a chair a few feet away in the sun. “Says this feels more like home than any place she has ever been.”
Nodding, Elly seemed to agree. “There are some amazing people here. It almost feels like family the way everyone rallies around everyone else.”
After kicking off her shoes and pulling off her shorts, Dina walked over and stuck her toe in the water, jumping slightly. “Wow, it’s cold.”
A soft laugh tinkled behind her. “Yes, Char says Brent does that on purpose to keep us awake.”
Shrugging, Dina leapt, plummeting through what felt like ice-cold water a second later. As her feet hit the bottom of the pool, she pushed off, her head breaking through the surface quickly. Swimming laps was one of her favorite forms of exercise and she quickly settled into her routine. Up and down, front and back, smoothly transitioning between different strokes and movements to get the most use out of her muscles. After one hundred laps, she returned to the side of the pool next to the chaise that held her stuff and pulled herself up, not surprised to see that Elly was now gone.
There was a timidity in the woman that made Dina think there was a past she didn’t know about, something that made Elly slightly skittish.
* * * *
“Hey!” The deep yell was accompanied by a large pounding on his front door and with amusement, Brandon Delt dropped the last box onto the floor and jogged downstairs, only semi wincing as his right leg twinged, flinging the door open a second later.
“You bellowed, sir?” he said in his deep Texas drawl.
Grinning back at him, Benjamin Steppings slapped him on the shoulder while taking a step inside at the same time. “So, Delt, how’s the new house?” Four inches shorter than Brandon’s six-foot-one, Benjamin was still an arresting figure to him, even in khaki shorts and a loose Hawaiian shirt.
“Fine. What the hell are you wearing?”
A low chuckle brought Brandon’s attention to a slim man in his early forties who stood out on the porch as Benjamin walked past him. “I told him so this morning,” the man said with a grimace.
“Yes, he did. Brandon, this is my partner, Jonathon Travers. He’s the one who helped to get your application through channels so quickly. Jonathon, this is Brandon Delt. Now come on in, babe. We’re letting the flies in.”
Jonathon slipped inside the door, and Brandon closed it behind him. “Come on in. Only got boxes to sit on, furniture hasn’t been delivered yet. And the paint’s still dryin’, so don’t lean up against it.”
“Ahh, you got one of the houses with a loft,” Benjamin said as they settled in the living room. “Whatcha gonna use the top floor for?”
“Exercise-slash-study-slash-lab.”
Letting out a snort, Benjamin shook his head. “Decided to go after your doctorate after all?”
“Might as well. It was always a goal I had in mind anyway. Now that I have time to do it, I might as well get it done.” Brandon had always assumed at some point he would go for his doctorate in music. His arthritis, which had begun as a teenager, became steadily worse until he finally had to choose between a horrid desk job or retiring from the Marines. He chose the latter. A desk job was not something he ever would have been good at. “Then I can really get some of the studies going I’m interested in.”
“Like what?” Jonathon asked with curiosity written clearly across his face.
“Music therapy intrigues me. How the different notes, mathematical progressions, and different music affects us mentally and physically. In fact, that’s the thesis I’m doing my preliminary studies on right now.”
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sp; “Oh, you should get in touch with Lizzy Mayfield,” Jonathon said, his eyes brightening. “She gives music lessons to people here in the community and if I remember correctly, back in Massachusetts, she worked at a therapeutic clinic.”
“Good idea,” Benjamin said with a nod, watching Brandon with a look that made him want to leap to attention. “Your leg’s bothering you.” Not a question, it was said bluntly in a way that Brandon found reassuring after his twelve years in the Marine corp.
“It has its good days and its bad. I’m used to it, sir.”
His former commanding officer quirked one brow, letting him know that Benjamin knew it was worse off than he said. But it also said that he understood. Marines did not complain.
“Ben, I need to get to the clubhouse.” The voice was quiet enough Brandon knew it was meant for Benjamin’s ears only and that it probably held more of a request than a statement. His friend had made it very clear that he and his partner were in a loving discipline relationship, something he had wanted for a very long time.
Corbin’s Bend being a spank and domestic discipline friendly community was one of the reasons he moved there. His family was about as vanilla as they come. Even his ex-wife had been horrified when he suggested spanking. It was the one thing that had ended their marriage with finality; he did not want to hide the side that needed to hold, nurture, and discipline the one he loved the most while she informed him she would slug him if he ever tried. Not that he would have without her permission, something he had tried to explain, but his words had fallen on deaf ears. Before his honorable discharge from the Marines, he received the divorce papers. Two days after he signed them and sent them in, his mother sent him a copy of their hometown paper announcing his ex-wife’s engagement to his cousin.
“All right,” Benjamin replied, smiling at Jonathon. “Invite Brent and Char over to our barbeque this weekend. Tell them to bring our little goddaughter with them.”