Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,5
wind. God he was sexy. His skin was tanned and toned, his wavy hair fell over his forehead as he fought to keep it out of his eyes. My stomach fluttered.
I convinced myself it was the gyros, not his allure.
Opening the door, I met them halfway down the path.
“Hey again.” smiled Devon, eyeing my appreciatively. The extra fifteen minutes I’d spend on my appearance may or may not have had something to do with seeing him again.
Sam stood behind him, eying me suspiciously. He cautiously stepped out to the side, gauging my reaction. I knelt down, smiling.
“Hey Sambo.” I said.
“Hi.” he replied quietly. He clutched a worn brown rabbit in one hand, and a purple suitcase in the other. The last time I’d seen Sam had been just after his first birthday.
I hadn’t expected him to remember me, and from the way he was looking at me, I knew he didn’t. He had no idea who I was. Though expected, part of me was hurt, as though I’d been hoping to see a spark of recognition.
“Who’s this?” I pointed at the rabbit.
“Tony.”
“Hello Tony. Would you and Sam like to come inside and see your room?” I glanced back at Sam, who gazed back at me with his big green eyes. His head nodded ever so slightly. I reached for his hand, turning my attention to Neri.
She had blossomed since the last time I had seen her. At fifteen, her body had filled out, and her features had become feminine. Her long willowy figure would make her the envy of every girl in Seattle. She had the same long blonde hair as Sam, and the same green eyes as Sam. There was no mistaking the resemblance between those two, but I couldn’t have looked more different if I tried. Where Neri and Sam were images of our mother, with their golden blonde hair and green eyes, I took after my father. Dark hair and blue eyes.
Dad.
Now there’s someone I hadn’t thought about in years. All I knew of him was he’d left my mom when she was three months pregnant with me. He’d never tried to contact me, and I’d never tried to find him.
“Hi Kait.”
“Hey, Neri. Wow, you are so beautiful.” She blushed, as I reached for her hand and squeezed it. Devon met my gaze and winked. Now it was my turn to blush. Suddenly I felt like the fifteen year old.
The four of us walked inside. Sam still clutched my hand, as he looked around the house. To Ara’s credit (or her parents’), the house was awesome. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, lots of living space, the house was the kind of home perfect for a small family. I led Sam down the hall to his room. His eyes widened when he opened the door. I had brought a few toys, some new clothes, and a few other trinkets to make him feel more at home.
I turned to Neri, “Your room is next door.” I pointed down the hall, following her and Devon into the room. Sun shined through the windows, pouring over the pink and green covered bed. I eyed Neri as she glanced around.
I’d had no idea what fifteen year olds were into these days, so I had left it pretty simple. An iPad lay on the bed, Neri caught sight of it and smiled at me.
Yes, I was trying to buy back into her good books with technology.
Devon and I left the kids to settle in. He followed me into the kitchen, where I filled the coffee pot with water.
“Coffee?”
“I can’t say no to a coffee.” His brown eyes twinkled at me. I blushed. Why was I blushing? Damn, I hated that I blushed so easily.
“Well that went better than I was expecting.” I admitted, setting his drink in front of him. He thanked me and nodded. He leaned back in the chair, stretching his long legs under the table. Every now and then I found myself just staring randomly at him, which he seemed to enjoy catching me doing. I’d blush and look away, and he would chuckle. Yet five minutes later the pattern would repeat itself.
“They are a couple of really good kids.” He said honestly.
“Yes, they are.” I agreed. Could I even say that?
It’s not like I’d been around the last four years. How would I know what kind of kids they were? Sam could be a little rat, and Neri could sneak out every night to sleep with boys for all I