The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse

Author:Lucy Felthouse [Felthouse, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Calendar Men: Mr. June
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2014-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“Thanks for walking me back. I’ll let you know when I have the photos ready for viewing.” Melodie held her hand out for the camera bag that Patrick had still insisted on carrying for her.

“Oh, I thought we were going to check them out now.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a headache coming on and would like to go lie down before it gets worse.” She couldn’t let him come up right then. She wasn’t ready for what might happen if he did.

“Oh, right. Sorry to hear that. Go get some rest, and I hope you’re feeling better soon. Want me to carry your bag upstairs?”

Patrick appeared really concerned, and her resolve melted a little. Then she tugged it back into place quickly. Her head was fucked up because of her feelings for him. Her mind had been wandering down that sordid, forbidden path ever since the shoot.

“I’ll be fine, really. I’ll drop you a text later or tomorrow and let you know how I’m doing.”

“Please do.” Bending, he pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Now go on, to bed with you. And thanks for a fun day.”

With a wan smile, she turned and let herself into the building. The skin where he’d kissed her burned and she walked quickly around the corner to the elevators where he couldn’t see her. Then she let her feelings go. Clapping her hands over her mouth, her horror grew as the heat in her cheek spread over her face, down her neck and her chest. Her heart pounded almost painfully, like a sledgehammer against her ribcage, and tears pricked the backs of her eyelids. Repeatedly jabbing the button for the elevator, she wanted nothing more in the world than to be locked, alone, inside her apartment. There, she could really let go, let the tears fall, let the shame and pain take over.

Finally, the metal doors slid open and she stepped inside the car. Selecting her floor, she squeezed her eyes closed, pulled in breaths through her nose, releasing them from her mouth. The calming measure had usually worked in the past, and she needed it to work now. At least until she could get to her loft.

After what felt like a decade, she reached her floor, scurried along the corridor and barged into her apartment. Headache? No. Heartache, yes.

Headache or heartache, it fucking hurt. Chest tight, she struggled to breathe, her palms clammy. It frightened her, not unlike a panic attack. Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to put her camera bag down before she dropped it.

Slumping onto the sofa, Melodie basked in her pathetic state and wanted to tell herself to get the fuck over it. So what if she was falling in love with her dead fiancé’s brother? God, she wished she could feel so blasé about the whole thing. Can’t. She’d always known one day she’d be ready for a relationship, ready to let the pain of losing Sean recede. She’d never forget him of course, but she’d promised him if anything did happen to him, she’d find someone else.

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