Entitled: The Love Duet: Book 1 by L.M. Carr

Author:L.M. Carr [Carr, L.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2018-09-17T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The wonderful scent of strong coffee infiltrates my nose and rouses me from my slumber. Still half asleep, I yawn and stretch my arms above my head until my fingers touch a hard surface. I tilt my head back and notice the walnut colored headboard and sage green walls.

I gasp when my eyes scan the room and I realize I’m not in my own bed. Shit! I sit up quickly and glance at the open door, trying desperately to remember how I ended up here. In the corner of the room sits an oversized loveseat with plush pillows and a black V-neck and a pair of worn jeans.

Swinging my legs over the bed, I test the strength of them as I stand. I sway a bit and feel as though I’m hung over, but I know I didn’t drink. Lack of sleep and an emotionally draining week makes me tipsy.

After freshening up in the bathroom, I make my way downstairs in search of Andrew. With no reason to prolong the awkward encounter, I take a deep breath and round the corner of the kitchen, fully expecting him to be sitting there.

“Andrew?” I call out, looking around the vast area for any sign of him. The time on the microwave confirms the morning’s early hour and I huff, thinking I could’ve slept another hour or so.

Reaching for a napkin when I inevitably sneeze, I look out through the kitchen window and see Andrew hitting golf balls deep into the yard past the pool house.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

Covered in a pair of gray sweatpants and a long sleeve Henley, Andrew’s body twists at the hip as the club rises into the air. In one swift motion, he sends the small white ball sailing through the air. He moves to the next tee and proceeds to send that one farther.

He looks up as if I’d called his name then returns his attention to yet another ball. With tiny steps, he prepares to launch it.

I call out with a laugh, purposely distracting him. “Hey, are you still coming with me?”

“Shhh! You’re messing up my stroke,” he shouts back without lifting his head.

“I’m sure your stroke is just fine.”

Whack.

Tossing the club down onto the grass, Andrew strides over to me and blocks my view of the morning sun with his looming frame.

“What time do you want to leave?” he asks casually as if we didn’t snuggle and sleep in the same bed mere hours before.

I reply indifferently. “Nine-thirty.”

Nodding, Andrew sidesteps me, leaving me to wonder if it was all a hallucination.

I turn around and call his name. “Hey, are we going to talk about last night?”

He shrugs and drags his eyes up to meet mine. “What’s there to talk about?”

Deep in the pit of my belly, I sense unrest, some underlying tension. Perhaps he’s upset I stopped things before we went too far. Maybe the taste of rejection lingers on his tongue. Either way, something’s bothering Andrew Darling. As much as I want to know what it is, I decide to wait since we’ll be in the car together for almost three hours.

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