Excerpt 14 of Lake of Lies is heating up!

December 8, 2008 at 12:39 am (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

 

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend.  It was a busy weekend for us catching up with friends and family.  Plus, I just started a new book, so I have been trying to fit in some writing. 

 

Samantha is having a pretty bad week herself.   Will she tell Nick about the baby?

 

Find out in Lake of Lies…

Chapter 14

            Pregnant? 

            Her eyes widened in shock.   He had to be mistaken.  He just had to be. 

            “Are you sure?” she managed to say. 

“Positive,” he replied with a wide grin. 

Samantha stared at him as he explained the course of prenatal vitamins he was putting her on and the list of appointments she would soon need.  She didn’t hear anything.  Pregnant…The word echoed in her mind.  She was pregnant. 

How could she have been so stupid?  How could she have been so blind?  The truth was that she hadn’t wanted to believe it.  She hadn’t had a period since before she left to visit Derek’s parents that weekend.  Still, she just thought that the stress had made her cycle irregular.  Pregnant?  She was going to have Nick’s baby.  The doctor told her that she was two months along. 

Sensing her discomfort with his diagnosis, he suggested that she get dressed so they could talk in his office.  She woodenly pulled on the long pink dress she had been wearing feeling the room begin to spin around her.  Gripping the side of the wall, she leaned back against it for support.  What was she going to do?  How would she raise a child on her own?  Her salary was barely enough to make ends meet.  Now, she had a baby on the way.  There would be numerous doctor bills to pay.  Not to mention when the baby came.  She wouldn’t be able to take any more time off of work than necessary. 

A single tear slid down her cheek.  Dear God, what was she going to do?  The next few days went by in a haze.  Her mind seemed unwilling to process things.  And all of the questions she had didn’t seem to have answers.  The worst part was when Derek called.  She just couldn’t face him…not now.  She needed to think.  She needed to figure out what she was going to do.  Even when his calls became more insistent and panicked, she refused to answer him.  She couldn’t talk to him until she had a plan. 

She knew that she should contact Nick, but a part of her couldn’t face it.  What was she going to say?  ‘Remember that time we had sex by the lake?  Well, guess what?   I got pregnant.’   She was a fool for letting this happen, and he would probably remind her of that fact.  No, she couldn’t subject herself to his criticism until she knew what she was going to do. 

The problem was that she had no idea.  She was staring blankly at a claim report on her desk when a knock sounded on her office door.  She looked up to find Derek standing in the doorway.  He walked over to her desk shutting the door behind him.  He took a seat in front of her, his eyes remaining locked on hers the entire time. 

“If the mountain won’t come to Muhammed, Muhammed will have to come to the mountain,” he explained, noting her surprise. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, each staring at each other.  She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, not sure what would explain her odd behavior.  Unfortunately, she could think of nothing that would suffice.  “I’ve been really busy,” she lied. 

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and she felt a moment of fear that he would glean the true reason for her withdrawal.   “You look like you feel better,” he observed, gesturing toward her. 

“I do,” she answered. 

“Why don’t you want to see me anymore?  Is it Nick?” 

Nick.  Yes, it was Nick, though not in the way he thought.  “It’s not that I don’t want to see you.  I just needed some time to myself,” she tried to explain without revealing too much. 

“And it has nothing to do with Nick?”

Yes, she wanted to scream.  It has everything to do with Nick.  But she couldn’t.  She couldn’t reveal too much until she had a better handle on what she was going to do.  “Of course not.”

“Well, the alone time is up now, right?”

His question brought an unwanted smile to her lips.  Leave it to Derek to find a way to make her smile.  “Right,” she agreed, shaking her head. 

He grinned a grin that let her know that he would forgive her anything.  “Good,” he said with a playful wink. 

She loved talking to Derek.  He could always find humor in every situation…well, almost every situation.  Still, the more questions she couldn’t answer, the worse she felt.  She desperately wanted to tell him about the baby. She needed someone to confide in, someone she could trust.  Normally, he would fit the bill, but she couldn’t take the chance that he would tell Nick.  She wasn’t ready for that.  Not yet. 

Luckily, he kept the conversation lively as he filled her in on his latest business acquisition.  Her appetite was curious at best.  One moment she was extremely hungry, but by the time the food got to the table, she felt sick. 

“So, what’s the secret?” he asked, startling her. 

Her head snapped up.  “What?” 

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair.  “Samantha, all night you’ve been looking at me like you want to tell me something.  What is it?” 

She squared her shoulders.  She did want to tell him.  She couldn’t deny that.  She needed to share this with someone, even if it couldn’t be with the man she wanted.  “If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t say anything to anyone until I’m ready.” 

He sat up in his seat, his eyes narrowing.  “I swear.”

She took a deep breath gripping the armrests on her chair.  “I’m pregnant,” she plunged forward. 

His mouth dropped open, but he quickly closed it trying to cover his shock at her announcement.  He looked down at the table breathing in deeply as he tried to absorb the news.  Suddenly, his gaze pinned her with an unwelcome questioning. 

“It’s Nick’s,” she answered, with a grimace. 

His eyes shifted back and forth, and she knew with a sense of dread that he was trying to establish a timeline.  “It happened when we went to your mother’s house,” she admitted, not having any words to defend her actions.  She stared down at the plate of food she couldn’t finish.  Her stomach rolled just looking at it.  He had every right to be mad at her.  After all, she went there to meet his family and ended up making love to his brother. 

“Have you told Nick about the baby?” he asked her. 

She flushed.  “You are going to tell him, aren’t you?” he prodded, his eyebrows jerking together. 

Her throat felt like it was closing up.  She hastily took a sip of water. 

“Samantha?” 

Finally, she gathered the courage to meet his gaze.  “I’m going to tell him, just not yet,” she explained, wishing he would just leave it alone. 

Unfortunately, he would not be swayed so easily.  “When?” 

She pushed the food around her plate with her fork.  “Soon, I just need some time to figure things out,” she offered softly. 

“You have to tell him, Samantha.”

“I know.  I just need to get used to the idea,” she explained, willing him to understand.

For a moment, he looked like he would argue, but finally he acquiesced.  “Okay, your secret is safe with me…For now.”

“Thank you, Derek.”

He offered her a playful wink.  “Anything for you, kid.”

They finished their meal without any more talk of the baby.  He seemed to sense her that she was too fragile to be pushed.  The next few weeks he was her constant shadow.  She couldn’t help but be amused by his sudden solicitous behavior.  He treated her like she was a china doll, who needed his constant protection. 

Still, she sensed that he was burdened by the fact that she still hadn’t revealed anything to Nick.  She hated the fact that she had dragged him into this, but she was still glad of the company.  She knew she was just delaying the inevitable, that she should just come clean, but a part of her still held back.  Once Nick knew, things would be even more complicated than they were now.  Nick was a force of nature.  He wouldn’t just sit back and allow her to think things through calmly.  He would take control, just like he always did.  She wasn’t ready for that.  She had to know work things out herself, before she let him in on things.  Soon, she would tell him soon, she promised herself. 

Derek, however, wasn’t so sure of that fact.  He had waited patiently for a month after she dropped her little bomb, and she still hadn’t told his brother the truth.   And worse, she didn’t seem to have any plan to divulge the information.  At the rate she was going, the baby would be born before his brother learned he was about to become a daddy.  He couldn’t let that happen.  They may have had their differences, but he was still his brother.  And if there was one thing he was certain of it was that his brother deserved to know the truth.

Samantha was just glad that the indecision was gone.  She no longer periled over what would happen.  On the contrary, she was beginning to get excited about having this baby.  Sure, it wasn’t happening the way she had once envisioned it would, but it was still happening.  She had always dreamed of being a mother, of having a family of her own.  Now, a part of that dream was about to come true. 

She was sitting on the couch thumbing through a book on baby names when a harsh knock sounded at her door.  She jumped as the door reverberated with the sheer force of the knock.  She laid the book on the coffee table walking over to the door.  She looked through the peephole to find an irate Nick looming on the other side of the door. 

A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes widened.  What was he doing here?  She hesitated, unsure of what to do.  “Open the door, Samantha,” he commanded firmly in a voice that bellowed down the hall. 

The tone in his voice made her all too aware that this would not be a pleasant conversation.  Her hand covered her stomach, as if she could keep the baby all to herself. 

At her reticence, he warned.  “Open the damn door, or I will break it down.”

She took a deep breath slowly unlocking the dead bolt to pull the door open.  He pushed the door open wider with the flat of his hand.  He shoved his way inside slamming the door behind him.  She had never seen that wild look in his eyes.  Her heart rate quickened.  “What do you want, Nick?” she asked, wishing she heard more strength in her voice. 

His eyes were alive with curiosity as he glanced around the room.  Her apartment was small, but the decor made it homey.  He breathed in her scent as he glanced at the overstuffed chair she had so recently vacated.  His eyes narrowed as they caught a glimpse of the book that sat on the table.  He walked over picking it up.  He held it up in the air as he walked back to stand in front of her. 

“Do you have something to tell me?” 

Oh my god, he knows.  She knew he was waiting for an explanation, but her mouth suddenly wouldn’t work.  How had he found out?  The answer came to her as quickly as the question had.  Derek.  Derek must have told him about the baby.  Damn him, she thought angrily.  Why hadn’t she just kept her big mouth shut?

His eyebrows rose, as if her lack of speech amused him.  Unfortunately, the amusement did nothing to conceal the barely restrained fury in his eyes.  “Nothing to say, Sam?  Well, let me help you.  You’re having my baby.  Isn’t there a song that goes something like that?  Of course, in the song that was her way of telling him that she loved him.  Somehow, I don’t think that applies here, does it?” 

He circled her making her feel even more vulnerable than she already did.  She tried to walk away from him, but he followed her backing her into a corner.   “I was going to tell you, Nick,” she said, her voice so low it was almost a whisper.  Her explanation sounded pathetic, she knew, but it was all she had. 

He threw his head back on a harsh laugh.  “You were going to tell me, huh?  When?  When the kid graduated from high school?” 

Her body began to shake at his nearness.  The look in his eyes confirmed what she already knew.   He was furious with her, and he had every right to be.  Still, she wouldn’t let him bully her.  “This is my baby, Nick.  It doesn’t have anything to do with you.” 

She took a step back from the barely restrained violence she saw flash in his eyes, but unfortunately, she only succeeded in forcing herself further into the wall.  He grabbed her forearms, giving her a harsh shake.  “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong.  This has everything to do with me.  Did you think that I would let you keep my child from me, Sam?  Did you?  I thought you knew me better than that.” 

Fear rose up in her chest.  He had never been violent with her before.  He had never even playfully slapped her.  Still, seeing the look in his eyes, she couldn’t help but be afraid.  The worst part was that she knew he was right.  She should’ve told him.  She just hadn’t wanted to see him, talk to him, touch him.  Not so soon after what had happened between them.   She could smell the faint scent of his cologne, and it made her dizzy.  She tried to compose herself.  If only he wouldn’t stand so close, then maybe she could control her errant body. “I’m sorry, Nick,” she was barely able to muster. 

The room was beginning to spin, and she felt sure she was going to pass out.  He must have seen the glazed look in her eyes, because his grip loosened to a soft caress as he led her over to the couch.  He forced her to lay back on the overstuffed green couch, his eyes never leaving her.   She leaned her head back closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to regain her composure. 

He studied her for a moment, his fists clenched at his sides.  Her breath slowly ruffled the wispy bangs along her forehead.  Her eyes were closed.  A slight color rose in her cheeks.  God, she was beautiful.  Damn her for playing these games with him.  He couldn’t help but notice the slight changes in her body.  Her breasts appeared fuller than before.  They jutted out from underneath her pink tshirt.  Her hips seemed wider and he ached to span their width with his hands.  A small bulge at her waist hinted of the life inside.  His child.  Possessiveness coursed through his veins. 

For weeks he had talked himself out of following her.  He had wanted to with everything in him.  He had wanted to find her and haul her back to his cave to show her that she was his, but he hadn’t.  He couldn’t.  He wouldn’t allow himself to, because he knew the truth.  If she really loved him, she wouldn’t have left.  It wasn’t something he was happy to admit, but it was honest.  So, instead, he had tried to put her behind him. 

Tried?  What a joke?  He had barely been surviving.  Licking his wounds with alcohol once again.  An all too familiar vice.  He was waiting for Pete’s next attempt at a heart-to-heart, when Derek told him the news.  At first, he was furious.  Why hadn’t she called him?  And worse, why had she called his brother?  Did she hate him that much that she would rob him of something so precious?  He couldn’t deny that he had wanted to throttle her when he came here today.  She had the unwitting ability to bring him to moments of insanity like no one else in the world.

Now, looking down at her, he felt the urgent need to comfort, to protect.  Her eyes slowly fluttered open to focus on him.  He sat down on the couch beside her, turning to look deeply into her eyes.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice broken. 

Tears clouded her deep blue eyes.  “I was afraid,” she whispered honestly.

 At first, he didn’t think that he had heard her correctly.  “You were afraid?” he questioned. 

She shook her head lowering her gaze to rest on her lap.  He couldn’t help but notice the protective movement of her hand, which strayed to her stomach.  “Of me?” 

She glanced at him, before nodding her head in agreement.   His hand came up to caress her cheek.  Her gaze hesitantly rose to meet his in surprise.  His thumb stroked the tender skin of her cheek, as he leaned over to brush his lips against hers.  Her breath caught as he skimmed her lower lip with his tongue.  Her mouth opened allowing him access to the inner depths.  His tongue explored the depths of her mouth mating with her tongue in an age-old rhythm.  Her hands came up to encircle his neck clinging desperately.  He pulled her closer to him on the couch, his hands softly kneading her hips.  His mouth devoured hers as if the time they had been apart had been as painful for him as it was for her. 

Suddenly, he pulled away stilling her attempts to pull his head back down to her.  “We need to talk,” he observed huskily. 

She pulled back to gaze at him, her eyes still clouded with passion.  Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had missed him.  She had missed everything about him.  She waited for him to speak, memorizing every detail of his mouth, his eyes, his nose and his cheeks.  She hadn’t realized how hungry she was for him until she saw him.  Now, her hunger threatened to take control.  Before she could stop herself, her hands came up to caress his face traveling to lightly trace his ear. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, before quickly being replaced with a serious look.  “I think that we should get married,” he said solemnly. 

Her hand dropped from its torturous attention to his ear.  “What?” 

He sat up a little straighter.  “I think that we should get married.” 

She fell back against the couch.  Had she just heard him right?  Married?  He couldn’t be serious.  Could he?  A part of her was elated.  Married.  It was what she had always wanted.  A family.  He was offering her everything she had ever dreamed of.  So, why wasn’t she happy?  Why did she feel this sudden ache deep in her heart?  Because of one word.  The word ‘should’ in his proposal spoke volumes.  He didn’t want to marry her.  He never had.  If he did, they would’ve been married long ago.  No, he was only doing this because she was pregnant.  The realization created a hole in her heart.  Deep down, she knew there was only one answer to his question. 

“No,” she whispered sadly. 

Stay tuned for more of Lake of Lies…

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