Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle 1)

I change into khaki shorts and a blue tank top, thanking the Lord above for my best friend when I see my bed has been stripped, washed and remade. My muscles have been reminding me all morning of last night’s activities, and with every turn and stretch my heart breaks just a little more.

Downstairs, I grab my iPhone to check messages and return calls, snag a tall glass of sweet tea from the fridge and join Jules on the back patio.

“How did it go?” she asks.

“It sucked,” I reply with a shrug and sink into a red plushy chaise lounge.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll refund their money, but I think they’ll still be happy with the photos.” I turn my phone on and take a deep breath.

“Are you sure you want to check that?” Jules asks from the chaise beside me. Her eyes are closed and she’s drinking in the sunshine.

“I have to see if any clients called.

I’ll ignore him.” I refuse to say his name out loud.

I have seven missed calls, five voice mails and three texts waiting for me.

There is absolutely nothing waiting for me from Luke, and I can’t help but be disappointed. He said he didn’t need this, so does that mean that we’re just over, just like that? Most likely, yes.

Luke Williams can have anyone, why would he want me?

I turn the phone off, slam it on the table beside my drink and pull my knees up to my chin, rest my forehead and let the tears come full force.

“Oh, honey, don’t cry.” Jules climbs on my chaise with me and wraps her arms around me.

“I just feel so foolish,” I mutter into her shoulder.

“You really didn’t know who he is?”

“No. He looks a little different now.”

I reply defensively.

“Yeah, he does. He’s aged well.”

Her smile is in her voice and I can’t help but agree.

“He has.” I sigh. “Of course, now I see it. I should have known as soon as he mugged me at the beach.”

“Maybe you were just too surprised.”

“I guess, but what excuse do I have after that? I spent almost two solid days with the man, Jules.”

“Hey, stop beating yourself up. You have been enjoying a sweet, sexy man for two days. There’s no crime in that.”

“I told him so much. I told him about mom and dad, the rape, everything. I even showed him my studio.”

Jules looks down at me with wide eyes. “And you had sex in your own bed.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“How did he react to all of it?”

I sit up and take a sip of tea. “He seemed sad for me that mom and dad are gone. The rape infuriated him, and he wants to kill that slimeball. He was really cool about the studio, and said that it was sexy and I’m talented.”

“Well, that all sounds encouraging.”

“And last night was just…” how do I describe it? “Amazing and wonderful.

He loves my curves and when he touches me, just… wow.” I can’t stop the smile on my lips and Jules smiles back.

“You made it with Luke Williams.”

And my smile is gone.

“I’m sorry, but give me five minutes to gush. Is he as hot naked in real life as he is in the movies?”

“He was naked in the movie?” I squeak.

“From behind, yeah. It’s my favorite part.”

Oh I definitely don’t like it that all of America has seen Luke’s ass.

“I think his ass is better in person.” I reply.

“Oh, you’re killing me!” Jules sounds fifteen and I giggle. “You know, he hasn’t had a new movie since the last Nightwalker five years ago.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” Jules shrugs and climbs back onto her chaise, taking a sip of my tea. “Rumor had it that some crazed fan broke into his house and hurt herself.”

I gasp. “Was he hurt?”

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t think he was home. But who knows how much of the television tabloid stuff is true? I heard he just left LA and stopped acting.

I had no idea he’d moved here.”

“He’s from here,” I tell her. “His family lives around here.”

“Oh, cool.” Jules looks at me speculatively. “Are you sure you’re done with him, Nat? You should have seen him after you ran out this morning.”

“What did he do?”

“Well, he has quite a potty mouth, but then, so do you. He paced and swore, and I tried to stop him from running after you because I knew that wasn’t going to be the way to smooth things over.”

“No, I didn’t want to see him.”

“He was a mess. He’s mad about you. I think you should get to know him, the real him, better and give it a chance.”

I frown at her. “Besides, I’ve never seen you act this way about a man before. Don’t give up on this yet.”

“He lied to me, and you know how I feel about that!”

“Oh, Natalie, think. Have you stopped to think that maybe it was a nice change for him to be around someone who didn’t want anything from him?

Who didn’t recognize him and squeal and ask him stupid questions? He was just a normal guy hanging out with a normal girl. I wouldn’t want to ruin that either.”

I think hard about what Jules is saying, and yes, it makes sense.

“He still should have told me, at least yesterday.” I am now sulking, and I don’t care.

“You’re right. Let him apologize.

Maybe you’ll get some good gifts out of the deal. Jewelry? Wine? Flowers?”

She laughs when I stick my tongue out at her.

“Not today.”

“Don’t play games with him, Nat.”

I scowl. “I’m not playing anything.

He hurt my feelings. I just want to hang out with my best friend and do girl stuff today. Besides, when he stormed out of my room, he said he didn’t need this, so I’m assuming he’s no longer interested.”

“Oh, he’s interested,” she waves the thought away with the flick of her wrist.

“Wanna

go

shopping?”

she

asks

hopefully.

“No. Ironically, I want to go to the movies. But nothing with Luke Williams in it.”

“Okay, there’s nothing with his name on it there anyway. I think we deserve extra butter on our popcorn.”

“And no diet soda. And because you recognized him before I did, you’re buying.”