Page 61 of Burn Falls

“Can my girlfriend come to dinner?”

Marcy sucked in a breath. “I’ve been waitingweeksto ask you about her.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned.

“Tell me everything about her.” She turned to the coffee maker and stuck in a pod.

“Yes, give us the rundown, D.” Martin chuckled, grabbing his own mug.

“Can you two just ask her when she gets here?”

Marcy tsked. “Iwillhave questions for her, but I want you to tell me your side of things now.”

It was my time to roll my eyes. “First, can she come to dinner or not?”

“Of course she can come to dinner,” Marcy stated.

“What time?” I prodded.

“Five work? She can have a few drinks and appetizers before you two grill some steaks after the sun goes down. She likes meat, right?”

I smiled. “Yes, she likes meat.”

“Perfect.”

I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my sweats and texted Calla what time to be here and the address. The sun this time of year would be fully down by six, and hopefully, Calla wouldn’t notice I couldn’t go outside before then.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As I got ready to head to Martin’s, I felt as though I was about to meet Draven’s parents. I was nervous. What if Martin didn’t like me and refused to drive back with me to Burn Falls? Would Draven really hire a moving truck to move me to Alaska? I was certain it was expensive to do that.

I limped my way to the front door, the ache between my legs burning with each step. There had been times in the past that I was sore after sex because it had been awhile in between boyfriends. But this was different. Even though it had been almost a year between partners, I’d never limped before. I’d never had table moving, pounding into me, can barely walk sex before either. Who knew that Dr. Draven Young would be so aggressive in bed? Or so forceful on the dining room table for that matter. I wasn’t sure if it was the ice, the heat of the lube, or the way his fingers dug into my hips while he drove into me, but I was feeling things I’d never felt before. It was as though Draven had opened up something inside of me and I would have let that man do anything to my body because I knew, whatever it was going to be, I would benefit from it.

I wasn’t complaining one bit that it hurt to walk. I’d welcome it again.

And again.

And again.

As I drove to the address Draven had texted me, my nerves were still getting the best of me, and all I wanted to do was turn around, grab a few pieces of chocolate, and try to calm them. But I also wanted to see Draven.

So I got in my car and drove to the address he’d given me.

When I pulled up to the two-story house, the sun had started to set. Taking a deep breath, I got out of my car and limped my way to the front door, praying that it would be Draven who opened it. The chocolate I’d wanted had now turned into a craving for anything that was carbs: bread, fries, potato chips, you name it. Carbs were like a calming hug, and I needed to feel anything except this anxiety coursing through my veins. Instead of Draven answering the door, it was another man who I assumed was Martin.

“Calla?” he asked.

I smiled warmly and stuck out my hand to greet him. “Yes. And you must be Martin?”

“I am, but call me Marty. All my friends do.” He smiled and took my hand.

My smile grew wider. “Marty it is.”

“Please, come in.”

I stepped inside, and as soon as Martin closed the door behind me, I noticed that all of the curtains had been drawn. At first, I thought it was strange, but as I walked farther into the house, I saw children watching a movie, and I got it.A lazy Sunday movie day, that’s why the house was dark.I couldn’t wait to move to Burn Falls and enjoy lazy Sundays with Draven while we lounged in bed and watched movies.

Martin led me to the kitchen. “Marse, meet Calla. Calla this is my wife, Marcy,” Martin said, introducing me to the woman at the stove.