Always Was by Amabel Daniels

Author:Amabel Daniels [Daniels, Amabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Lexington, Nebraska

Later that evening, when the sun finally gave up its role as a massive orb in the sky, taking the inescapable summer heat with it, Adam obeyed the instructions from the navigation screen on the dash. He drove them to an inexpensive motel, somewhere that looked like they wouldn’t overspend money they didn’t have, and a place they hoped not to encounter termites or creepy lodgers.

One bed, again. All they had as a vacancy.

After Adam’s question about if she’d thought about him over the years he’d been gone…

One bed. No flimsy chair for him to retreat to in this room either.

Instead of dwelling on why he’d asked her if she’d kept him in her thoughts, she was glad he took her answer for what it was worth and didn’t press for more information. Fear of rejection held her back from asking him the same, though she wondered.

Is it still a one-way street? Her luck would dictate it as non-mutual affection. So she’d caught him checking her out. He probably had his sights on countless females.

They checked in, neither commenting on the sleeping arrangements, and sought a belated meal.

Seated across from him a half hour later, she surveyed the room in which they waited for their food. Only bikers, adorned with clinging, scantily clad women with enough cleavage to cause backaches, and—she scanned the place again—all beer-drinking rowdy customers, save herself, consisted of the clientele.

Maybe we shouldn’t have waited so long to stop to eat.

If a bar brawl erupted in the next minute, she wouldn’t have been surprised.

“You all right with this place?” Adam asked. He must have caught her eyeing the bar.

“Sure. I’m starved.”

Distracted from pondering Adam’s early inquiry, she replayed his other comments in her mind. Was she presumptuous to think she could gain a chance to speak to Edgar? If it was a dead-end, if the old bag of bones was going to slam the door in her face, or not even open it at all, this whole trip would have been nothing but a waste of gas and time away from Clare as she recovered.

She glanced at Adam as he watched a soccer game on the screen overhead, lounging in his side of the booth. Instantly she pictured herself snuggling at his side, running her hand over his chest to feel a hitch of his breath… Keep dreaming, Sam.

But no. Not a waste. She’d reconnected with Adam. That would always be worth her time, no matter how short. And catching up with him felt like the cure-all she’d needed to face her past and fears.

Concentrating again, she was solid in her hunch it was a game of some sorts. If Edgar really wanted to change the trust fund she’d dismissed so long ago, he could have just done it without ever telling her.

“So, what are we going to do about this?” Adam asked, shifting so he could lean over the bare tabletop.

Snapped from her worries, she leaned closer too. “About what?”

He flicked his finger back and forth in the space in front of them.

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