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I could see Nicole becoming hugely broke if we continued to come back here to shop, but I mentally took notes to what she was looking at, I had to buy her a gift or two, or more. I hadn’t been around babies much, and Stephen had no kids it was mainly younger cousins when I was little. As long as they didn’t cry or poo
p on me, it was fun.

We arrived home to find Derek sitting on the porch swinging on the old swing Stephen had made when he was younger. It needed to be repainted but was still secure
, and it wasn’t going to fall anytime soon.

“What are you doing here
?” I asked suspiciously. After our talk, last night, I was upset that he didn’t tell me his concerns right away.

“I just
thought I’d come by. Is that ok?” He snapped. What was with everyone today?

“Whatever
.” I unlocked the door and held it open. He walked past patting me on the head like a dog on the way through. Fuck I hated when he did that, Cameron used to do it to me…… After coffee was made Derek decided the grass outside was way too long and the mower man needed to be fired. So he went to the barn and pulled out the tractor. Derek was always too happy to help, but last time we needed it done, he was out of town. We hired a contractor who did a remarkably poor job of it. But he was enjoyable to look at. Nicole and I sat on the porch swing staring at him, like love sick teenagers. Until Stan dropped in and almost slipped on our drool. That put an end to that.

I sat on the porch watching Derek. He had a look of determination on his face, but I could see he was pondering something. It was a little worrying. It was Saturday, and I knew tomorrow I would be seeing Stephen. I hoped that our visit would go a lot better than last weekend. I thought about asking Derek to come too, I don’t know when he last saw him. I knew he visited but not sure how often.

“Hey Sav, I’m going to see Stan.” Nicole interrupted my thoughts.

“Okay, will you be home before I go
this afternoon?” I seriously needed help with my hair and makeup. If I did it alone, I would probably look like a clown.

“Should be.
I… I just, you know…. Miss him.” Nicole stuttered.

I stood from the swing and went to her. I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight. She needed it I could tell. She was tense to begin with
, but she weakened as she returned my hug.

“Have fun.
” I said before kissing her on the cheek. She nodded and walked down the stairs to her car. I looked in the direction of the barn and saw my Dodge sitting nose out. I didn’t get the chance to bath her last week, so I went inside and got the keys and headed for the barn. I ran my fingers along the straight guard from head light to the tip of the mirror. “I miss you dad.” Those words escaped my mouth with so much meaning behind them.

“I know you do
.” I turned and found Derek leaning against the barn doors.

“It’s still doesn’t feel
. Even after all these years.” I placed my hand on the handle and didn’t know whether I wanted to get inside or not.

“Come on, get in
.” Derek walked to the passenger side and got in.

“What are you doing
?” I said opening the driver’s door and sitting in the seat.

“We are going for a rumble. You need to
get rid of some of that tension.” He clipped his belt in and looked at me.

I turned the ignition on and took a deep breath. I gripped the steering w
heel and looked at Derek. “Okay.” She went into gear smoothly and away we went.

The open high way.
Love it!

“You know Damon was right
.” Derek said with a smile.

“Ab
out what?” I had to ask.

“You’r
e fucking driving like a granny!” He all but shouted at me.

I burst out laughing. I was so glad Derek shut up when he did about my trouble with the law. I was defiantly guilty. Derek, Cameron, Stephen and I had gone to get some take away. We pulled up at a set of lights and a
man in an Audi R8 had asked us for a race, my first instinct was to piss my pants, but the boys thought it was funny. Being the rebel that I was deep down, I did race that car. I lost and lost my licence for twelve months! Along with my dignity. I freaked when I saw the red and blue and kept going. Apparently that’s not what you do when you’re intercepted by police!

“You’re so thinking about that time you
ran from the police. Aren’t you?” I glanced at Derek who was trying not to laugh at the thought of me getting in the back of the police car in cuffs.”

“Shut up, if it wasn’t for
you trouble makers.” Had to place the blame on someone else. It was funny now. But not then. The police had asked if it was me being rebellious to my parent’s death. If only they would have believed me when I told them that’s what was happening to Stephen, and his behaviour. He went off the rails when they died. I shook the thought of the past and turned onto a back road which dad used to take the car for a test drive to turn the motor.

I stopped still and looked at Derek. He nodded. I gripped the wheel and smacked the throttle. Smoke bellowed out from the tires melting to the road base. The smell of rubber filled my nostrils and sent my pulse higher. I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

“WoooHooo.” Derek yelled.

The dodge launched forwards after traction broke, quarter mile in less than 9 seconds. For those 9 seconds
, nothing mattered but me and the road. And that’s why dad liked racing. What a way to relieve stress. The adrenaline had kicked in, and it felt so good. It was almost better than sex.

“You still got it girl
.” Derek squeezed my hand; he could tell I was pondering.

“They would be so proud of you S
avannah. Don’t ever forget that.” I had to look away before I cried. We turned around, and I headed home. I needed to get ready for my date tonight. Which I hadn’t honestly thought about all day. I was looking forward to it more than anything. Being in Damon's company and seeing how he lived compared to my old fashion house on acreage. Plus I had high hopes he was a better cook than I was.

 

We pulled back into the barn, and Derek locked the barn doors. He told me he would come over tomorrow and finish the job he started on the yard. I explained I was going to Damon's for dinner, and got the “be home by curfew look,” I just laughed and went inside. I showered and dressed. I still hadn’t heard from Nicole, so I called her phone.

“Hey
,” she said.

“Hey,
you coming home soon?” I honestly hoped she was.

“I will be home at about six. What time
are you going out?” I could hear Stan talking in the back ground. Something about flights to Vegas. He was getting quite loud, and I had troubles hearing Nicole over his demands to whoever was on the other end on the phone.

“Damon will be here at s
ix. Are you going somewhere?” I hoped I was wrong.

“Umm……,” Nicole
went silent.

“NICOLE!” I yelled down the phone.

“You heard that hey.” I could tell she was hiding something from me.

“You are not
going to Vegas to get married!” Shame on her.

“I have to go, I will ring you later
.” Nicole said before hanging up.

What was happening here? Nicole had more sense than that, so I thought anyway.
Her parents would kill her, that’s if I didn’t do it first.

“Unfucking.
Believable.” I said out loud.

“How beautiful you look
.” I turned to find Damon standing in the door way.

I smiled at his handsome features. He took my breath away. He was wearing black dress
pants, white button up shirt, and his black polished shoes. He had obviously been working this morning.

“Hey, give me a minute. I just have to grab
my bag.” I put the phone down and ran upstairs to finish my hair and makeup in double time. I went with a little foundation and eye liner and pale pink lip gloss I didn’t have the time or the energy to dress up any more than that. I puckered my lips in the mirror to make sure every millimetre of my lips had gloss covering it. Once satisfied I headed down stairs.

“I’
m ready now. Thanks for waiting.” I said walking to the front door.

“You truly
look incredible Savannah.” Damon kissed my cheek before we walked to the Aston. He opened the passenger door, and I climbed in. His car smelt as sexy as he did. But nowhere near as roomy as my Dodge. You could have a party in it.

We drove through the middle of town, it was Saturday
, and the town was coming alive with party goers. The night life was never dull, I hated going out, the smell of bars and clubs made me feel sick. However, I did enjoy myself last time. I remembered meeting Damon in the private room for a drink and how I was then compared to finally feeling a little less anxious and more comfortable now. I still didn’t know a lot about him, but more than enough to know he’s is not a serial killer and won't attack me in my sleep. Our drive over was silent. Damon held my hand and squeezed it occasionally. I would return his gesture with a smile.

We pulled into an underground car park. The building from the road was massive.
It was one of the tallest apartment buildings around. The whole building was just glass and solid steel frame. Beautiful. I remember watching the construction workers with Nicole when it was being built less than 5 years ago. Dad always thought apartments would be built on the vacant block. “Prime area for the rich to build companies and apartments.” He had said.

“You ready?
” Damon asked me grabbing my hand.

I nodded.
Suddenly those butterflies that were at bay had come full force. I was actually going into this apartment. The apartment had eighteen floors, and you guessed it, his was the top. I hated heights, so in the elevator I was holding his hand a little tighter than I should have.

“You okay
.” He said confused.

“Hate heights
.” I replied. I could feel my body draining of blood.

Damon laughed and pulled me into his arms. I’m glad he thought it was
funny. The door opened on the eighteenth floor, and I stepped into a state of the art apartment. The kitchen hosted all the latest and greatest inventions. It was stone white with black tops. As we walked through I ran my hand along the tops, it was so cold, and the granite was smooth and refreshing under my hands. I could smell the aromas, which I presumed was our dinner.

The lounge room had two small black couches while the walls and carpet were also white. I clicked onto the black and white theme straight away. A few abstracts hung on the walls, mostly of oceans and rain forests. The size of the TV hanging on the wall is what shocked me the most. It was over half the size of the wall, which by judgement
would have been at least three meters long and two meters high. The flat screen sat hanging right in the middle of the wall.

“Have a seat, make yourself
at home.” Damon pointed to the lounge suit.

It was so comfortable, I could have fallen asleep. Damon went into the kitchen while I stood and wandered over to the window to have looked out the large glass pane. I looked out but not down. Fuck that! Everything looked so small; people were tiny specks on the ground. The lights were the best sight. Seeing the city lit up was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! Damon came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled.

“It’s pretty impressive isn’t it?” Damon said. I nodded.

“Dinner is almost ready. I was going to suggest we eat on the balcony
, but I’m a little worried about that, with your feeling of heights and all.”

Was he mocking me?

“We can eat there, I just won’t look down.” I said with a smile.

Well I would try not to. For any human, being that far above ground floor would make anyone look down.

Damon let me go, and I followed him to the kitchen. It was epic. I noticed the coffee machine right away hidden in the corner. It was five times the size of mine. I couldn’t imagine how much it cost. He must be one skilled lawyer.

“Need a hand with anything?” I couldn’t just stand around and do nothing.

“Savannah, go sit down.” He pointed to the couch with a glimpse of a smile spreading across his beautiful lips. Oh those lips. I felt the urge to kiss him. I stepped closer and leaned in. He looked at me, and nowhere else. I put my hands on his chest. His breathing changed, and I felt my pulse quicken. I rocked up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek, then followed his jaw line until I met my lips with his. He grabbed my face in his hands in a second and brushed his thumbs on my cheeks as he kissed me. I coaxed his tongue with mine. Oh, it felt so good. I could feel a delicious clenching starting as I grew slicker. He pulled away and stared at me, I was staring into his eyes searching for an answer to the question I badly needed to ask.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” He said slowly and dragging out each word.

He let me go, and I removed my hands from his chest. He was so hot. I wanted him, no, I needed him. But I was starving! I grabbed the bottle of red and Damon pointed me in the direction of the balcony. I sat on the chair furthest away from the edge. Damon presented dinner a few minutes later.

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