Like a Dream


What does he mean by that? “Um, yes. Why?”

“Oh no reason, I was just making conversation. I know your aunt can be a little harsh, but you and the boys are happy?” He crosses his arms and waits for her response. As he studies her facial expressions, she’s positive that he’s asking her something that has nothing to do with her happiness.

“Oh yeah, I’m great,” she answers. He nods and looks down at his watch. He’s definitely hiding something. It’s written all over his face.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how did you get that bruise on your leg?”

She looks down and realizes she’s still bruised from the shot Mr. Wilkers gave her.

“I ran into my corner table. I can be a little clumsy. Well, it was nice talking to you.” She runs back upstairs and closes her door.

She paces and bites her nails. Realizing that Brady’s a little too aware of what’s going on aggravates her and she hopes he doesn’t stir up any trouble. When the door closes downstairs, she sighs with relief, assuming they’re out of the house. She puts on a pair of capris to hide her bruise and takes out the letter Aaron left her. It makes her feel better knowing he has feelings for her—at least she hopes he still does. Once again his heartfelt confession puts a smile on her face, but it is short-lived as she’s consumed with boredom.

She starts thinking about her parents, which only makes her feel worse so she goes downstairs to find something to eat. To drown out the craziness in her mind, she turns on the radio and blasts it loud enough to scare the birds outside. As she opens the fridge, she hears the faint sound of the doorbell but is reluctant to answer since they don’t get many visitors. When it rings again, she opens the door. Butterflies in her stomach begin to rise and her palms start to sweat. Aaron stands there, looking ridiculously handsome. When they lock eyes, he smiles and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, I’m sorry to show up unannounced, but I wanted to see if you were hungry.” Amelia’s mouth flies open, and she quickly closes it.

“Hi, I wasn’t expecting you.”

He looks down and runs his fingers through his curls. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you a lot and figured it was a nice day to hang out or see if you’re okay. If this isn’t a good time I can come back later.”

Is he crazy? I don’t care if I’m on my death-bed it’s never a bad time to see him. “Don’t be silly. Come on in. I was just looking in the fridge to see what I could find to eat.” She’s powerless to stop the cheesy grin on her face. He follows her into the kitchen. Her mind is racing so fast she can barely put one foot in front of the other.

“Why don’t you have a seat at the table and I’ll be right back,” she suggests. She walks around the corner and sprints into the bathroom where she combs her hair and checks her makeup. Thank God the bruise on my face cleared up. After straightening her clothes and rinsing her mouth she glides out of the bathroom. Still flustered, she strolls back to the kitchen and watches as he looks out the window and into the backyard. His emerald-green shirt defines every muscle on his upper body, and his dark blue jeans fit as though they were made just for him. Why does he have to be so attractive? I can feel my mouth watering like some pervert. Stay cool, Amelia, don’t scare him off.

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About shinaj1

Shina James is the author of LIKE A DREAM and MONSTROUS TIES, which are both available on Amazon as well as multiple retailers. She is currently working on the final book in the LIKE A DREAM series, WAKING AMELIA and can't wait to share it with her readers. While residing in Texas, she loves spending time with her husband and two kids.
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