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Chasing Truth: Chapter 9

Posted on 15/08/2014

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Weeks passed, marked by tours during the day and nights with Tyler. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked what she saw. He kept her charmed and laughing, effortlessly wiping away the stress and strain of packed days. They went swimming, biking, and hiking. They lied out and watched the stars. He cooked for her. Amid the sandcastle competitions, movie choosing ceremonies, and the hilariously competitive game nights, spending time with him became the highlight of her day and she was looking forward to their night together.

Unfortunately she was currently stuck cleaning up from a late diving tour with Keon. She peeked into the boat to see how much equipment there was and glanced down at her watch.

“Got another date with the resident wannabe?”

“Actually, yeah. Are you going to be a brat about him forever?”

Keon hadn’t softened his stance about Tyler since their first time out together. The times Tyler stopped by the shop he alternated between ignoring him and watching him like a suspected thief. Then there were the snarky comments. She chalked it up as the protectiveness of a man who was like a brother to her and ignored him most of the time. Tonight his attitude bothered her.

“He’s a good guy, Keon. Really. He hasn’t even tried to kiss me, let alone make any type of move. You can relax.”

Tyler was the perfect gentleman. He never pushed or went beyond holding her hand , a hug, or a playful wrestle. She hadn’t dated since her freshman year of college and hadn’t missed it. She didn’t want to get into another relationship, but with Tyler she found herself not only willing to, but also wanting to.

Every outing with him was fun. It was more than that though. He made her feel cherished. He was always caring and considerate. He was an amazing listener and whenever she brought something to him he knew when to help her work through it and when to just let her vent. He was honest, some might even say to a fault, but she liked that about him. He never left her wondering what he was thinking. A smile curved her lips.

She glanced at her watch again.

“I just don’t like the vibe I get from him.” Keon passed her two tanks before grabbing two of his own. “He’s a stranger.”

“Have you tried actually getting to know him?” It wasn’t like Keon to act like this. Sure he was always a little overprotective but she expected the animosity to have faded by now. She frowned back at him as she unlocked the shop and preceded him inside.

“Just be careful, alright? We don’t know a ton about him.”

“You know me. I’m always careful.”

The sound of Tyler’s truck pulling up cut off whatever else he planned to say. They went through the required equipment checks before returning them to their proper place. Mari took one last look around the shop to make sure everything was in place.

“Go ahead. I’ll lock up.”

She raised a brow.

“Go ahead before I change my mind. Just remember what I said.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. It was more than him letting her leave a little early. This was his way of trying to show his support of whatever made her happy and they both knew it.

“Thanks, Keon.”

The passenger door was already open when she walked out. She hopped in and leaned over to give Tyler a hug. He knew her schedule almost as well as she did and had taken to picking her up and helping her wind down after full days of work. Tonight he drove her down to the beach to enjoy the stars over her favorite order from Joe’s Shack.

“You’re getting really good at this.” She popped a piece of shrimp into her mouth.

“We’ve been doing this for a while now. I’d like to think so.”

She nudged him and stole one of his fries, drawing laughter from him.

“And no matter how well I think I ordered, you always find something of mine you want.”

“The fact that it’s yours adds a different flavor to it.”

She said it with a straight face, but couldn’t maintain it when he stared at her in amused disbelief.

“Finish your food, woman.”

When she finished her dinner he took her hand for a stroll down the beach. A soft smile touched her face and she inhaled the rich ocean scent. Tyler and the beach. It didn’t get much better than this. It would be very easy for a woman to get used to being the center of his focus.

“What are you smiling about?”

She cocked her head to the side and her smile widened. “You.”

“Ah sweetheart, you don’t look at a man and tell him something like that.”

“You asked a question. I’m just being honest.”

He gently tugged her to a stop, water lapping over their feet. “A man could really like the look of you,” he murmured as he trailed his fingers down the side of her face. “And I’m only being honest.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenged with a smile.

“Yeah,” he breathed seconds before he leaned in. “If you don’t want this, now’s a good time to stop me.”

He was so close the words were practically said against her lips. Without realizing it, she brought her hands up to grip his arms when he cupped her face.

“I don’t see anyone stopping you.”

No sooner than she said the words, he took her lips in a strong kiss. It was a shock to her system. He never did anything in half measures and this kiss was no different. She was on the tips of her toes, meeting him in the hungry kiss. He drew her in tighter until she was flush against him and her arms locked around his neck.

It was every bit as intense as the man holding her. She didn’t want it to end.

“I was afraid of that,” he murmured when he finally pulled back.

She rested her forehead against his shoulder and felt his fingers comb through the loosened strands of hair.

“Afraid of what?”

“You. Wanting more if I had a taste.”

She lifted her head to look into his eyes. He smiled that crooked smile she was coming to love.

“Just being honest.”

She smacked his chest lightly and then smoothed her hand over the fabric there. “Yeah, well if it makes you feel any better…I want more too.”

He groaned softly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. She melted into his hold with her lips clinging to his. Kissing with Tyler was more than it ever was with anyone else. She wanted to sink in and never come back up.

“Easy.” He was breathing hard when he ripped his mouth from hers. “You could kill a man.”

“Same goes.”

He pressed his forehead to her and laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, we’re going to do this. You’re mine, sweetheart.”

“You weren’t sure up until now?”

He laughed again. “Don’t be cute right now.”

“Sorry, I’ll see what I can do about turning that off.”

She barely got the last word out before he kissed her again.

“I’m trying to find some control,” he murmured against her lips. “Help me out.”

“Sorry.”

He stole one more kiss before he pulled back, grabbing her hands and squeezing.

“Let me get you home.”

“Scared?”

“Out of my mind.”

She laughed and let him turn her back toward the truck. When his arms wrapped around her waist she nestled into him. They walked back up the beach like that, laughing and teasing each other as they went.

He helped her into the truck and stilled, his eyes on something in the distance. She settled into the seat and frowned up at him. All signs of amusement left his face. His eyes were hard and his jaw set as he scanned the night.

“What is it?” she asked, trying to find whatever held his attention.

“Nothing.”

He gently swung her legs into the truck and closed the door with a smile. With more look out at the road, he climbed in and drove off.

By the time he pulled up to the house, she was exhausted but still reluctant to leave him. He surprised her when he opened his car door. Usually he pulled up to the guesthouse, waited for her to get inside, and then left. He was helping her down from the truck when she found her tongue.

“What are you doing?”

“Walking you to your door.”

She studied him, but he seemed as easygoing as he was earlier. Whatever bothered him before, he was over it now. She searched through her pack for her keys and came up with them just as they reached the door.

“Get inside, sweetheart.”

“I’m going. Thank you for tonight. I needed that. Somehow you always seemed to know.”

He kissed her temple. Then her cheek. “You’re welcome. Go.”

She grinned up at him. “You really like me,” she teased.

“I don’t know why. You’re a brat.”

“You like my mean streak.” She stroked a hand over his cheek. “Goodnight Tyler.”

He turned his head to kiss her palm. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

She reluctantly pulled away and unlocked the door. He was already backpedaling toward the stairs.

She couldn’t resist one last tease. “Still scared?”

“Shaking in my boots, baby. Lock up.”

She nodded and shut the door, waiting. A knock sounded against door and she burst into laughter. She turned the lock.

“Better?” she asked the door.

“Brat.” And then all she heard were his footsteps and the truck starting back up.

 

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Her Champion: Chapter 16

Posted on 04/07/2013

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The flutter of a warm kiss on her temple nudged her from the sweet sleep and warmth surrounding her. She fluttered her eyes open, the warmth enveloping around her again as her gaze collided with his. Giving him a sleepy smile, Tamar stretched out her limbs beside him. ”Mornin’…”

That smile and languid stretch made him wish he had nothing to do other than lie around with her all day. “Keep smiling at me like that and I’ll be late,” he warned , only half-teasing.  Did she realize how attractive she was smiling at him through those sleep laden eyes?

His disheveled hair, his sleepy gray eyes made her want to pull him in for a slow morning kiss but he was already running late. Tamar lifted herself on one elbow. ”Long day?”

“Yeah.” He paused in swinging his legs over the bed and turned back to take her lips in a soft, warm kiss. “I need something to get me through the day. I’ll pay up later.”

Tamar smiled against his mouth, placing her hand on his shoulder. ”You know I will collect.” Then she gently pushed back. ”Get going…” She said, wanting him very much to stay, wanting more of his morning kisses and snuggling. ”Text me if you have the time.”

He lingered, stealing one more kiss before allowing her to push him away. “Are you free for dinner tonight? I promised Crys she could have me and she wants to meet you.”

Tamar smirked. ”Meet the family dinner? Sure, count me in.” She reached up to smoothen hair that stood in places atop his head. ”I want to meet her too. No weird clothes, huh?” She said in slight teasing, already planning her wardrobe to meeting Dylan’s younger sister.

“You manage to look good in pretty much everything, but I gotta say I really like this.” He let his eyes roam over the outfit from the night before. Just looking at her made him want another kiss. “I think I’ve got a few minutes…”

Tamar laughed gently and slipped her arms over his shoulders, her palms pressing against his back as she drew him in for another kiss. ”You owe me two songs and counting,” she pressed light, fleeting kisses against his mouth.

“Nu-uh. You took those. You owe me some songs,” he challenged between kisses.

”You’re the singer here, not me.” She smoothened his hair with one hand. ”Don’t go switching roles on me.”

“Then those are free. You just want me in debt. Guess I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you.” He groaned when his phone went off again. “Dinner,” he repeated. “I’ll call as soon as I get out of practice. One more.”

”Since you asked, this one is free…” She slanted her mouth over his and pulled him close for a moment before firmly pushing him away. ”Leave before I make you late.” Tamar smiled up at him. ”I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Why’s being late so bad again?” he asked grinning at her and sticking his feet into his sneakers. “Be good today.”

She smirked up at him, lifting a hand to push the tendrils of hair from her face. “I’ll try,” she replied smartly, leaning back in the bed. “You do the same.”

It was a fight to keep from going back to the bed. Making his feet move in the opposite direction took more concentration than it ever had before.  “You’re already being bad,” he said as he backpedaled toward the door. “At least try to miss me a little.”

“Already do, Sinatra,” Tamar countered softly, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as he pulled open the door. “Be a good boy today,” she said, pulling the pillow beside her into her arms to take Dylan’s place.

“You know how to make it hard for a man to leave. See you at dinner,” he promised and pulled the door shut behind him before he could change his mind.

Tamar smiled, snuggling against the pillow which had retained Dylan’s scent and his warmth. She hugged it tightly, burying her face in until she eased back to sleep.

A sharp rapping at her door jarred Tamar awake from the peaceful sleep. She frowned for a second, blinking at the pillow pressed against her face. She’d been dreaming of another one of Dylan’s sweet kisses. As the knock sounded again, Tamar smirked sleepily. Did he forget something?

Kicking her feet over the bed, Tamar stood to her feet and shuffled to the door. “What did you forget–” she pulled open the door and felt her stomach plummet at the sight of Neecy’s disdainful glare on her. She gripped the edge of the door, her jaw clenched even as she offered a smile. “What brings you to my door this early in the morning?”

Neecy snorted, nudging the door with her foot. Tamar rolled her eyes and kept her hand firmly on the door. The girl narrowed her eyes at her. “What’s the matter? Visiting hours over?”

Tamar frowned, feeling the cold trickle down her spine. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh come off it, Muffet… We all know you had someone sleep over tonight. Now tell me who it is before I squeal to the RA.”

“You already know who it is, so why ask?” If Dylan sneezed in Alabama, Neecy would’ve heard all about it. It was undoubtedly clear that the girl was  into anything Dylan and hated anyone, especially Tamar, for grabbing his attention. Tamar tucked in an amused smile as anger flashed in Neecy’s eyes.

The girl’s jaw worked as she fought to find words to counter Tamar’s quick tongue. “You think you’re something special don’t you, Muffet?” She drew her arms across her chest, slanting one hip. “What, you think he’s actually that into you?”

“Looks like it.”

Neecy narrowed her eyes into dangerous slits of fury. “Listen here, Mental Malek. Just because you put on normal clothes and fix your mess of hair doesn’t mean Dylan is interested in you. Since you’re making yourself overly available, he doesn’t have to try to win you over–”

“Hey, watch it,” Tamar cut the rest of her acrid words, the sting piercing deep. “For someone who worships the ground Dylan walks on, why are you saying such horrible things about him?”

Neecy smirked, eying her with utter disdain. “Stop this ridiculous farce, Malek. I know all about your past, what you are. You don’t fool me with that injured lost innocence like you’ve got the entire campus believing.” She raised a shapely brow. “All that hiding behind baggy clothes and unkempt hair, I know there’s a cheap, soiled mental case lurking in there.” She jabbed one finger at Tamar’s chest

“Get out.”

Eyes dancing with triumph as she heard the tremble in Tamar’s voice, Neecy giggled sharply. “What, because I know all about you, you’re scared?”

“If you don’t step away from my door, I’ll help you leave,” Tamar said calmly, her voice low and threatening, even though her fingers shook behind the door.

Neecy sobered instantly, her glare dark and ominous as she took one step forward. “Leave Dylan alone. Don’t you dare soil him with your untouchable, undesirable person. He doesn’t need you ruining his present and future. Because guess what, if he doesn’t succeed, the entire world will blame you. And trust me, he will too.” She smirked. “I doubt any spreading of your short, unattractive legs will do anything to remedy that now, would it?”

Tamar was doing all she could not to jab her fingers into Neecy’s eyes. Her jaw was clenched so tight, her body throbbing just to hold herself together.

Neecy nodded approvingly at Tamar’s silence and stepped away from the door. “Try to have a good day, Tamar. And take my warning, I’m only trying to help you.” Flashing Tamar one quick, triumphant smile, Neecy tossed her hair over her shoulder and sauntered down the hall.

As the echo of Neecy’s heels clicked all the way down the hallway, Tamar’s shoulders sagged. Quietly, she nudged the door close and leaned against it, staring at the bed across the room. At the sound of Neecy’s taunting words echoing against the clicking in her ears, Tamar pressed her hands to her ears and counted to twenty until the anxiety ebbed away.

“What a slimy wench!” Bekah slammed her hand on the desk. “Argh, I just want to pull out that peroxide stained hair and show the world the ugly witch inside.”

Tamar shook her head, pulling out a sweater from its hanger and draped it over her shoulder.

Bekah peered up at Tamar who still hadn’t said a word after recanting the awful tale over breakfast. “You can’t stay here, Tamar. That witch won’t leave you alone if you keep seeing Dylan.”

She’d expected this already, known that Neecy wouldn’t just sit back and watch her cozy up to Dylan. She’d practically invited the girl to attack her the way she did. It wasn’t so much the fact that Neecy hated her but that she’d found a way to twist the reality of her past and make it evident in her present, something she’d tried to forget for years now. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Tamar shrugged her arms into the sleeves and tugged the collar up. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be late for class.”

“Come stay at my dorm,” Bekah pleaded softly as she stood to her feet, following Tamar out of the room. “There’s not much space but we can manage. I don’t want to even think that Neecy will keep harassing you. Maybe you should tell Dy–”

“No!” Tamar said firmly, whipping around to glare up at Bekah. “Absolutely not.” She gritted her teeth, her body stiffening at the thought of him finding out everything. What if he looked at her with disdain like Neecy had or pulled away, thinking that she’d lied or tricked him into being with her? She shook her head, steeling her jaw. “You are never to tell Dylan or Tonio or even my parents or yours or your invisible friend about what just happened. You hear me?”

Bekah raised a brow. “What invisible friend? Frankie or Herbert?” She smiled when Tamar narrowed her eyes at her. “Okay, okay. I won’t breathe even a sigh about what happened…” She frowned as Tamar turned on her heels and walked ahead of her. “Even if this is a bad idea, I promise I won’t tell him.” She shook her head and trudged after her cousin, worry brewing in her mind already.

By the time practice ended, Dylan was anxious to get home. Two of the most important women in his life would be meeting in less than a few hours.  Intellectually he knew Crystal had rarely met a person she couldn’t get along with but he was worried all the same.  He sent Tamar a quick text letting her know dinner would be ready within the next thirty minutes just as he walked through the door and was greeted by the sight of his baby sister pouting, her hands propped on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently.

“You know, my mother assures me I have an older brother but I’m not finding a lot of evidence to support that. I haven’t seen the guy in years.”

Guilt and amusement warred for first place within him. “I’m sorry, I was going to come get you. Let me guess. You called Tonio and buttered him up?”

“I didn’t want you to have to drive across town after practice,” she said innocently, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing tightly. “And I might’ve been a little extra curious about the new girlfriend you ditched me for.”

He brought his arms around her and squeezed just as tightly. “I didn’t ditch you, peanut.  The schedule’s just been tight but I’ll do better about clearing it. Promise.”

“Don’t feel bad, Dill. I was just teasing.  I started on dinner.”

“Crystal–”

“It wasn’t a big deal. The chicken will hardly take more than a minute.  Besides, I already started so you’ll just have to suck it up. Why don’t you go get all nice for your girlfriend and leave dinner to me?”

He rolled his eyes and started for the dresser but stopped and turned back to face her. “You’re okay with this, right?”

“What? You having a girlfriend? Dill, you’re the only one who’s ever felt like you’re not allowed to have a life outside of me and Mom. I’ll let you know just how okay I am with it after I meet her.”

He shook his head and grabbed a fresh set of clothes before ruffling her hair on his way to the bathroom. “Be careful kid. You’re starting to sound like an adult.”

She stuck her tongue out, relieved to hear him laugh with little restraint as he continued on his way.  Yes, she wanted to meet the woman who’d managed to convince her serious older brother it was okay to have a little fun.

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