Lucas: #3 (Luna Lodge: Hunters of Atlas) by Madison Stevens

Author:Madison Stevens [Stevens, Madison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance
Publisher: Madison Stevens
Published: 2016-07-16T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Taylor’s arms ached from scrubbing the counter. One damned spot refused to come up.

All she did was indulge with a little cherry-flavored drink, and this was her punishment. The rest of her cleaning hadn’t been nearly as annoying.

That said, it wasn’t a bad job in the end. Her house was now officially spotless. All that anger from before she’d transformed into positive energy cleaning her house until it nearly sparkled.

A clock hanging above her head in the kitchen ticked away. She refused to look. It didn’t matter what time it was anyways. There was no way Lucas was going to come, especially after she had torn him a new one. And she wasn’t even sure she wanted him to come after trying to order her around like that.

Who did he think he was? Telling her what to do like she belonged to him or something. The memory rekindled her anger inside.

She hadn’t been this pissed at someone since Dave.

A light knock came at the door, and she swallowed. As much as she didn’t want to hope it was him, secretly she hoped he would show up.

Desire. Anger. Both feelings intertwined to leave her confused and even more irritated. Why wouldn’t her body obey her head?

Taylor stopped to look at herself in the mirror on the other side of the front door. Her hair had slipped out of the ponytail she’d had it in. Little tendrils of hair had curled from the humidity, and she looked like she had a halo of reddish curls.

She huffed loudly. It didn’t matter. He shouldn’t even have come.

With renewed anger, Taylor swung open the door. Time for a little more righteous indignation.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. Fresh black t-shirt and dark denim jeans. His clothes hugged him in all the ways that they should, outlining the thick muscles along his chest and arms. His pants were tight from his thick thighs.

She brought her gaze back to his eyes and opened her mouth to tell him off when he thrust something into her arms.

Taylor blinked then frowned at… a potted violet? The deep purple stood out against the deep green of the soft leaves.

“What—” she began.

“They said to bring you flowers.”

Taylor frowned at the little plant, not really sure what to do with it. Sure, she’d had men bring her flowers but never the whole plant.

Now more confused than annoyed, Taylor stepped away from the door and walked into the kitchen.

She had been so ready to be angry with him, but this threw her a curve ball. She wondered if this was part of some plan of his. Manipulation by confusion.

Taylor put the little plant under the faucet, drizzled a little water onto the soil and then placed it in the window.

She pushed out the confusion to seize her anger again. One little plant didn’t make her forget how he’d treated her. She turned around to tell him off. To her surprise, he was standing close behind her.

“I’m sorry,” he said and ran a hand through his hair.

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