Trying to Score
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Fallon toyed with the small ring, moving it from finger to finger before she slid it on her right ring finger. It still fit perfectly. As Fallon glanced down at the ring, she knew she couldn’t throw it out. She might not wear it, but how could she throw away something that was so important to her at one time in her life? Maybe she would give it to Aiden when he met the girl of his dreams; he could give it to her. Or maybe, she would just keep it. Keep it for the moments when she needed a reminder of the greatest love of her life.
Fallon slowly put the ring back in its box before placing it back in the big box and closing it tightly. She climbed off the bed and stuffed the box back under her bed before going to the bag of clothes that sat in the corner. She opened the bag and started taking out all of Lucas’ old shirts. Each one was faded, and if she held it to her nose long enough, she would get a small whiff of Lucas’ scent. A rustic smell, something woodsy and manly.
She walked over to her closet, hanging each shirt back up on the hanger that she had pulled them from. She refolded all of his old shorts and boxers, placing them back in the drawer where they belonged. Fallon had done the exact opposite of what she had set out to do that afternoon, but maybe she wasn’t supposed to forget him. Maybe she was supposed to forever have him in her heart — he was the greatest love of her life. Didn’t that mean something?
How could she throw away things from her past that molded her future? She wouldn’t be who she was today if it wasn’t for Lucas. She would still be a scared little girl that submitted to anyone, her father being the main one, but because of what she went through, she stood up to him when he told he to get rid of Aiden. Fallon didn’t think she could ever forgive Lucas for what he did, but she didn’t regret their time together. She wished it hadn’t ended but if it hadn’t, no telling what she would be like now. Lucas toughened her up, and she would always be grateful to him for that.
Fallon thought she couldn’t breathe without Lucas but in reality she could, so was it really that bad to keep things to remember him by? Yeah, he affected her the same way he did back then, but it was the first time in years that she had seen him. So she got a little crazy around him, she might as well get used to it. She knew Lucas and she also knew that he wasn’t going to stop after last night. He was going to pursue her, so she might need to learn how to deal with him again.
Fallon was also going to have to learn how to resist him, or she was gonna end up right back in his bed.
And that would be dangerous.
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Fallon sat her desk the next morning, doing morning reports when her phone rang. She ignored it and went back to typing since she knew Rob would pick it up. When the phone kept ringing she glanced over at it again and wondered why Rob wasn’t picking it up.
What the hell?
Fallon reached for it, putting it to her ear before holding it with her shoulder as she went back to typing. “Fallon Parker with Rocky Top Wines speaking, how can I help you?” she said.
“I can think of a lot of things you can do to help me, Ms. Fallon Parker.”
Lucas’ honey-smooth voice filled Fallon’s ear, causing her hands to stop before she closed her eyes. Good Lord, his voice still turned her on, which was bad.
Bad Fallon! Bad!
Why the hell didn’t Rob answer the damn phone? When Fallon opened her eyes, she took a deep breath in. The whole night before she had dreamt of nothing but Lucas, and hearing his voice at nine o’ clock in the morning wasn’t helping her to get him out of her brain at all.
“Well, Mr. Brooks, I will not be helping you with any of those things you can think of.”
His chuckles made her girlie parts scream before he said, “Come on Fallon, don’t be mean to me so early in the morning.”
“Don’t flirt with me.”
“I have to baby girl,” he chuckled. “Anyways, I was calling to let you know I was going out of town for a couple of days,” he said. Fallon narrowed her eyes at the computer screen, imaging it was Lucas as she sat there confused.
“Why would I care if you are going out of town?”
He chuckled again and Fallon begged her girlie parts to relax. Damn man and his sexy chuckle!
“I just wanted you to know, in case you needed to get a hold of me. I’ll be in Michigan, seeing my mom, so if you need me just call.”
Fallon was dumbfounded. Was she being punked? What the hell was his deal? “Okay for one, I don’t care what you do, for two, wish your mother well for me, and for three, I will not be needing you,” Fallon said with a little more sass than needed but she had to get her point across.
“We’ll see about that beautiful, I’ll talk to you soon.”
The line went dead and Fallon sat staring at her computer screen, completely and utterly confused.
What the hell just happened?
Fallon placed the phone back on the receiver before shaking her head and getting back to work. It seemed that only a minute passed before her office door opened and Rob leaned against it.
“Where the hell were you? Lucas called!” Fallon complained before a man appeared with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Fallon stood, her mouth hanging open as man after man came in with a bouquet in hand.
“You have a delivery,” Rob stated as her office slowly filled with dozens of red roses.
“You think?” she asked as the guys left, leaving every surface in her office covered with bouquets of the beautiful bright red roses. Fallon noticed a card in the middle of the bouquet that sat in the middle of her desk and picked up quickly, tearing it open.
Fallon slowly put the ring back in its box before placing it back in the big box and closing it tightly. She climbed off the bed and stuffed the box back under her bed before going to the bag of clothes that sat in the corner. She opened the bag and started taking out all of Lucas’ old shirts. Each one was faded, and if she held it to her nose long enough, she would get a small whiff of Lucas’ scent. A rustic smell, something woodsy and manly.
She walked over to her closet, hanging each shirt back up on the hanger that she had pulled them from. She refolded all of his old shorts and boxers, placing them back in the drawer where they belonged. Fallon had done the exact opposite of what she had set out to do that afternoon, but maybe she wasn’t supposed to forget him. Maybe she was supposed to forever have him in her heart — he was the greatest love of her life. Didn’t that mean something?
How could she throw away things from her past that molded her future? She wouldn’t be who she was today if it wasn’t for Lucas. She would still be a scared little girl that submitted to anyone, her father being the main one, but because of what she went through, she stood up to him when he told he to get rid of Aiden. Fallon didn’t think she could ever forgive Lucas for what he did, but she didn’t regret their time together. She wished it hadn’t ended but if it hadn’t, no telling what she would be like now. Lucas toughened her up, and she would always be grateful to him for that.
Fallon thought she couldn’t breathe without Lucas but in reality she could, so was it really that bad to keep things to remember him by? Yeah, he affected her the same way he did back then, but it was the first time in years that she had seen him. So she got a little crazy around him, she might as well get used to it. She knew Lucas and she also knew that he wasn’t going to stop after last night. He was going to pursue her, so she might need to learn how to deal with him again.
Fallon was also going to have to learn how to resist him, or she was gonna end up right back in his bed.
And that would be dangerous.
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Fallon sat her desk the next morning, doing morning reports when her phone rang. She ignored it and went back to typing since she knew Rob would pick it up. When the phone kept ringing she glanced over at it again and wondered why Rob wasn’t picking it up.
What the hell?
Fallon reached for it, putting it to her ear before holding it with her shoulder as she went back to typing. “Fallon Parker with Rocky Top Wines speaking, how can I help you?” she said.
“I can think of a lot of things you can do to help me, Ms. Fallon Parker.”
Lucas’ honey-smooth voice filled Fallon’s ear, causing her hands to stop before she closed her eyes. Good Lord, his voice still turned her on, which was bad.
Bad Fallon! Bad!
Why the hell didn’t Rob answer the damn phone? When Fallon opened her eyes, she took a deep breath in. The whole night before she had dreamt of nothing but Lucas, and hearing his voice at nine o’ clock in the morning wasn’t helping her to get him out of her brain at all.
“Well, Mr. Brooks, I will not be helping you with any of those things you can think of.”
His chuckles made her girlie parts scream before he said, “Come on Fallon, don’t be mean to me so early in the morning.”
“Don’t flirt with me.”
“I have to baby girl,” he chuckled. “Anyways, I was calling to let you know I was going out of town for a couple of days,” he said. Fallon narrowed her eyes at the computer screen, imaging it was Lucas as she sat there confused.
“Why would I care if you are going out of town?”
He chuckled again and Fallon begged her girlie parts to relax. Damn man and his sexy chuckle!
“I just wanted you to know, in case you needed to get a hold of me. I’ll be in Michigan, seeing my mom, so if you need me just call.”
Fallon was dumbfounded. Was she being punked? What the hell was his deal? “Okay for one, I don’t care what you do, for two, wish your mother well for me, and for three, I will not be needing you,” Fallon said with a little more sass than needed but she had to get her point across.
“We’ll see about that beautiful, I’ll talk to you soon.”
The line went dead and Fallon sat staring at her computer screen, completely and utterly confused.
What the hell just happened?
Fallon placed the phone back on the receiver before shaking her head and getting back to work. It seemed that only a minute passed before her office door opened and Rob leaned against it.
“Where the hell were you? Lucas called!” Fallon complained before a man appeared with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Fallon stood, her mouth hanging open as man after man came in with a bouquet in hand.
“You have a delivery,” Rob stated as her office slowly filled with dozens of red roses.
“You think?” she asked as the guys left, leaving every surface in her office covered with bouquets of the beautiful bright red roses. Fallon noticed a card in the middle of the bouquet that sat in the middle of her desk and picked up quickly, tearing it open.
