“I need the key.”
“Oh. Here,” she shuffled around in her purse producing a very unique key. But I did not take time to admire it. As I turned around I felt eyes watching me so I looked up. The god-like boy was looking at me with intense scrutiny. He moved his gaze back to the car when he realized I was looking at him. I went to the door and unlocked it trying to erase the strange sensation I was feeling.
“Do you want me to carry these in for you two?”
“No thanks I can get them. But thanks for bringing them this far,” I said kindly trying to make up for my behavior in the car earlier.
“You’re welcome and you and your mom enjoy Rome. You’ll love it here once you get settled.”
“Okay.” I said trying to give him a smile as I paid and tipped him.
I turned and my mom still hadn’t moved from the car. So I pulled her out and away from the cab so he could back out. My mom just sat on the dirt driveway and said nothing. So I began to take the bags inside. I was on my way to get the third and final load of luggage when I saw someone standing over my mom.
“Excuse me, but what are you doing?” I asked the stranger. He turned to look at me. It was him. The guy that must live at the Pulmer house.
“Excuse me if I’m being rude. But I was watching from my house up on the hill,” he said pointing to the massive stone structure. “And your mom looks like she could use some help.”
“Okay.” I said dumbfounded by his kindness.
“Is she depressed?” He asked with a soothing velvety voice.
“I don’t know, maybe. She and my dad just got divorced and now we’ve moved here.”
“I see.” He nodded his head. For a brief moment I felt like he cared. He looked down at me through thick eye lashes that made my heart skip a couple of beats. His silver eyes were piercing and I found myself drowning in them.
“Why don’t you go get a glass of water and a bed fixed for your mom?”
“Alright,” I said picking up another bag and carrying it inside with me. I would do anything that beautiful boy asked of me. I found myself wanting to please him.
He followed closely behind carrying my mom. “You can put her on the couch for now.” I said pointing in the direction of the couch. My mom had purposely bought a furnished house. We would still have to buy a couple of things and replace others but for now this would have to work. He went into the family room and disappeared as I went into the kitchen. I opened a couple of cabinets hoping there were drinking glasses somewhere. I finally found them behind the third cabinet I opened. I filled the drinking glass with ice and then water. I carried it to the living room and put it on the end table next to the couch. I then turned to look at the guy. He was sitting in the arm chair his body relaxed. He looked so natural as if he belonged there but his beautiful face looked troubled as if there was an internal war raging inside his head and he wasn’t sure which side was winning.
“I’m Kylie Lyons.” I said extending my hand.
“Jonathon Pulmer.” He said accepting my hand. His hand was smooth like glass but harder like a diamond and his hand was cold. I mean ice cold.
“Jonathon, do you by any chance know of a private school anywhere near here? My mom said it was really close. I can’t remember the name. Something with a P, I think, and I don’t know how to get there and I’m supposed to start tomorrow.” I started rambling. I was still mad about the fact that I would have to start school tomorrow. I mean this was my first day here and it wasn’t even going to be a full day. My body would have no time to adjust. But this was the way it was and I was not about to get into another fight about it with my mom. I was worried about her and I didn’t want to stress her any more than she already seemed to be.
“It’s about two miles from here,” he answered simply.
“Great. My mom’s Range Rover isn’t going to be here for another week. And I don’t even have directions so it’s not like I can walk,” I said with a sigh.
He looked up at me. “I can drive you.”
“That’s not necessary,” I said. “I don’t expect you to. I didn’t bring this up so you would offer because I can walk. I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” I said rambling nervously. He was just too gorgeous. He made me way too uncomfortable but in a good way.
“Shhh,” Jonathon said putting his cold index finger to my lips. The simple touch of his finger sent an electric current flowing through my body. I shivered from the contact. “I’ll be here tomorrow at eight in the morning and I’m offering because I want to. Not because I think I have to.”
At his sudden touch a jolt went through me.
I suddenly knew where I had seen him.
He’s the one from my forgotten dream.
Chapter Two: Starting New
After the beautiful boy named Jonathon left it took a while for my nerves to settle down. My heart wanted to beat right out of my chest.
“Calm down, Kylie,” I chastised myself as I paced a hole in the floor. “He’s just a guy. An insanely gorgeous guy, but a guy nonetheless. You can’t lose your head like this.”