Page 59 of If You Were Mine
And why hadn’t he called?
I just needed to put Dorian Cage out of my mind for a moment. I didn’t know what was happening between us, other than the fact that we were exclusive. Exclusive to just sex? Or dating? I didn’t know.
This was the point in my life when I realized that I should probably have tried to have a little more experience.
I’d never really had a serious boyfriend. There hadn’t been anyone in high school that I wanted to spend time with, and I had moved during an inopportune time thanks to my grandparents’ neglect, so making friends had been difficult. Most of the people in Cage Lake had been here since birth, and they all knew each other. And while I had known them when I was younger, and now later, that gap had been right during the time of puberty where everything was that much more difficult.
So falling for a boy just really wasn’t in the cards.
And in college I had been working on setting up the business, and there hadn’t been time for falling for anyone.
Not to mention Dorian had been on my mind then as well—even though he had been so far out of the possibility, it wasn’t even funny.
Now I had a situationship or whatever the kids called it these days with Dorian, and I needed to tell somebody.
I couldn’t help but wonder what my brother would have thought of all of this. I cringed as I slid my feet into my shoes, imagining my brother being his overprotective self.
He had loved Dorian like a brother. Of course that made it a little weird. And he thought Dorian was a great man. He should have been okay with Dorian and I—well, just Dorian and me. However, I did not understand the male psyche. For all I knew, he would have decided that he needed to go all caveman and beat the ever-loving crap out of Dorian for daring to touch his sister.
“I really wish you were here to get angry or happy about this,” I pouted.
But no amount of hoping and wishing was going to bring my brother back.
I had to live for the now. Even though I had no idea what that truly meant.
“Okay, you be a good boy, and I promise I will come home early. I’m not spending the night at Dorian’s. Promise.”
Lucky licked my palm, and I smiled.
No, I would not be spending the night at Dorian’s. Because that would require him to actually text me and want to get ahold of me.
Damn that man and everything he stood for.
Or maybe I needed to just calm the hell down.
I grabbed my purse and said goodbye to Lucky one more time, letting the dog mom guilt settle in. I didn’t leave him home often, as I usually took him with me or left him at doggy daycare or with friends. But he could spend a couple of hours on his own. And I would make sure I made up for it later.
I got in my small compact car with amazing tires thanks to Joshua and Hudson because even that Cage wouldn’t let me go around town without taking care of myself. The drive east of town was laidback since Cage Lake wasn’t that large.
I enjoyed the scenic views, and the fact that I knew most of the people walking around. Yes there were some tourists, but tourists tended to stay at some of the cabins on the lake, rented along the rivers, and against the mountain ridge, or were at the resort itself. These long winding roads to the resort were for locals.
I pulled into the parking lot and bypassed the valet. Though Scarlett had told me repeatedly that I was able to just use the valet on her card, I refused. Then Isabella had said the same thing, and Hudson. So eventually I was just going to have to give in. But not now. Now I would just be myself and not rely on Cages or those close to them.
By the time I got into the restaurant, I seemed to be the final one there.
Isabella, Luna, Scarlett, and Ivy had a large table in the corner and waved me over as soon as I walked through.
“Luna! I didn’t know you would be here,” I said as I hugged Scarlett’s twin tightly.
“I wasn’t sure I would make it either, but I’m glad I did. You look amazing. So bright and happy.”
“You do look amazing,” Scarlett said as she narrowed her gaze. “Hmm.”
“Well, I just, I’m glad I’m here,” I sputtered, wondering if I had a sign on my forehead that said ‘recently devirgined by Dorian Cage’s cock and I love it.’
No, that sounded ridiculous. Of course, I was ridiculous, wasn’t I?
“I’m sorry I’m the last one here. I got distracted.”
