Amanda had been trying to get him to understand that their relationship was over, but he just refused to listen. No matter what she said to him, he just didn’t seem to understand that there was no chance of the two of them getting back together. There was nothing he could do to fix their relationship. There had to be a way she could convince him to leave her alone. And then it came to her. A plan so simple it had to work.
She stood, walked over to the sink and filled the vase with water. She went back into the main room. “There is something that I haven’t told you.” She said smiling at him as she handed him the vase.
Allen went over and sat down at the couch. He put the vase on the coffee table and unwrapped the plastic around the flowers. “Yes, what it is?” he asked as he began arranging flowers.
Amanda put on her best poker face, put her hands behind her back and crossed her fingers. “The thing is, I’m seeing someone else.”
Allen looked up at her, his face full of disbelief.”I’m sorry I must have misheard you, for a moment there I thought you said you were seeing someone else.”
“I did. I am.”
“It’s the truth. He came here with me. We are on vacation together.”
“I don’t believe you.” Allen said calmly and went back to arranging flowers.
“You don’t believe what?” Devin was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel. He was still dripping wet and drops of water were running down his chest. “Are you ok Baker? I thought I heard shouting and then loud bangs?”
Amanda raced across the room, her arms outstretched towards Devin, “Darling, now don’t be upset I was just explaining everything to Allen.” She reached Devin and wrapped her arms around him. “I told him all about us.”
Devin looked at Amanda, a puzzled expression on his face and Amanda, fearing Devin would say something that would ruin her plan, leaned up on her toes and kissed Devin soundly on the mouth.
Devin didn’t kiss her back. His hands moved, but not into an embrace as she hoped, instead strong fingers wrapped around each of her shoulders in a vice grip. He started to push her away. She would be damned if she let him mess this up. She leaned in and wrapped both arms around his neck and locked her fingers together. He was not ruining this. It was the only way to convince Allen there was someone else. She deepened the kiss, moving her tongue against his lips.
Suddenly those strong fingers moved into her hair, pulling her body closer into his. There was no longer anything gentle about the kiss. It was hot, deep and made every muscle in her body tingle.
“I said, ‘enough!” Allen shouted across the room.
Devin let go of Amanda and she rocked back on her feet, an expression of confusion on her face, her eyes blinking, and her brain still fuzzy with passion.
Allen got up from the couch and made his way to the door. He opened it but paused just inside the doorway. “I don’t believe for a second that the two of you are a couple. But even if you are, I’m going to win you back Amanda. I’m not leaving Hawaii until I convince you that we are good together. That we are meant for each other.” Not waiting for a reply Allen turned and walked out the door, shutting it gently behind him.
“Would you like to tell me what the hell is going on?” Devin ran his hand through his wet hair.
Amanda opened her mouth and started to say something but he put up his hand and motioned her to stop.
“Wait, I’m not dressed and I’m in desperate need of a drink. Why don’t you go see if there is any alcohol in the kitchen while I go change.” When she didn’t’ move he walked over and gave her a push towards the kitchen. “Go on, Amanda, there must be wine, beer or something in there.”
Amanda found a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass. She sat at the kitchen table, sipping her wine and trying to figure out how she was going to con Devin into agreeing with her plan.
A few minutes later Devin appeared barefoot, wearing blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. He grabbed a glass from the counter and joined Amanda at the table. He poured himself a generous amount of wine.
“Is that why you skipped town, you and Allen are in some kind of fight.”
“Yes, sort of, well, damnit Devin stop asking me questions, this isn’t one of your interrogations.” He took a couple of sips of wine and studied her across the table. Amanda emptied her glass. “My relationship with Allen is over, done, finite.”
“The engagement has been called off.”
Amanda nodded her head up and down as she poured herself another glass of wine, “Yes, the engagement is over, the only reason we became engaged to begin with is because he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Aren’t you in love with the guy?
Amanda finished off her drink and grabbed for the bottle of wine. She poured herself another full glass. “No!” She took one big gulp of wine before continuing, “You have to understand. After that summer, when I left for college, Allen and I were thrown together on and off for four years at college. Our families have known each other for years. My mom and his mom were college roommates. It just seemed naturally after we graduated that we would start dating exclusively.”
When Devin didn’t say anything she continued, “I admit it, I was hurt that when you didn’t want me. I had been in love with you since I was sixteen years old, since the first day you came to work for my dad. And then at after years of adoring you, when I’m finally grown up enough, I throw myself on you.” When he started to say something, she put up her hand to stop him. “You were right it could never have worked out, I was nineteen, young and foolish, you were twenty-seven and worked for my father. Of course it was just a silly school- girl crush. Not like my relationship with Allen. Allen and I used to get along, we use to have fun. But he has really changed in the last year. He has become demanding, rigid. I can’t explain it. He is different.” Amanda looked down at her now empty glass. “Do you think there is another bottle of wine?”
“Probably,” Devin said as he got up from the table and started searching through the cupboards. “How do you feel about white?” He asked as he held up a bottle of white wine he found in the fridge.
“Perfect.” Amanda held out her glass.
Devin poured her half a glass and Amanda looked at the glass and raised her eyebrows at him. “More.”
“Amanda I don’t think your much of a drinker.”
“Who are you, my mother? Come on fill her up.” She slurred slightly as he reluctantly topped off her glass. She drank it all down in one gulp. “I’ve been trying to break it off, but he won’t listen, he won’t go away. He keeps showing up and trying to get me to go back to him.”
Devin watched her as she started to tilt slightly in her chair. He reached across the table and grabbed her shirt, and pushed her back against her chair. “Amanda you’re getting tipsy.”
“Nope, am not. That’s why I need your help.” She leaned across the table and grabbed his arm.
“I don’t understand, need my help for what?”
“Getting rid of Allen. You have to stay and be my new boyfriend.”
Devin pushed his chair away from the table and stood up, “No way. I am not getting in the middle of this. If you want to break it off with him then you do it all by yourself.”
“I’ve tried. He won’t listen. Devin I need you. Need your help.” Amanda said as she started to yawn. She put her arms on the table and then rested her head on her arms. “But I don’t want to go out with him anymore. He’s mean, and I hate his cologne. He doesn’t like dogs and he wants to name our kids Chelsey. He won’t leave me alone,” She yawned again and closed her eyes, “and besides he slept with Christine.”
“He slept with your best friend Christine?”
Amanda eyes were closed and her voice was getting softer, “Yep he did, he slept with her, I saw them together. And then all those phone calls, the threats. I don’t want to think it’s him. It couldn’t be him. Why would he try to run me over? But if it is, if he is really crazed I need to stay away from…” and before she could finish her sentence she was asleep.
Devin looked down at Amanda. She was sound asleep. He walked over and gently picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into her bedroom where he placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
Devin stood with his arms crossed, scowling down at Amanda’s bed watching her as she slept. What did she mean threats and who the hell had tried to run her over? There was no way Devin was leaving until he got some answers. He leaned over and tucked the covers around her body. Then he walked into the living room, made sure the windows where locked and pushed a chair under the main door handle. He grabbed his gun out of his duffel bag, loaded it, placing it on the coffee table before he went to sleep on the couch.
* * *
Amanda woke up and felt as though her head was going to explode. She couldn’t seem to get her eyes to open. She tried sitting up and immediately regretted the decision. The motion set her stomach into flip-flops. Her head throbbed and her tongue felt like it was covered in shag carpet. “My god, I have been poisoned,” she moaned.
“Good, you’re up.” Devin walked in and handed her a mug of hot coffee. “It’s about time. I was starting to think you would be comatose all day.”
“What time is it?” Amanda asked as she gently tried to pry her eyes open.
“It’s two o’clock.”
“In the afternoon?” Amanda moaned as managed to get one of her eyes open. “Why is it so bright in here?”
Devin walked over and opened up the curtains. Light streamed in the room and Amanda quickly dived under the covers.
“Are you trying to kill me?” She asked from under the blankets.
“You’ll live, what you need is a nice cold shower and a gallon of coffee.” He grabbed one end of her covers and tried to pull them off the bed, but Amanda wasn’t given in easily, she grabbed onto the other end of the blanket as though her life depended on it.
She didn’t want to get up. Not the way she felt at the moment. What she needed was another couple hours of sleep.
“Man you are stronger than you look,” Devin laughed as he bunched his muscles and yanked the covers clean off the bed. He did feel sorry for her, she looked terrible, her hair was sticking up in all directions, all she could do was squint and her completion looked slightly green. “Come on I’ll help you get into the shower.”
“Go away, I’m not an invalid,” She moaned at him from the middle of the bed.
“No, but you look like one.” He reach over and effortless picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He gently set her down and reached over and turned on the shower. “Do you need help getting undressed?” he asked smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“No, I think I can manage.” She gave him a hard shove out the bathroom door.
“Ok, I can take a hint. Do you feel like eating anything? I can whip up some scrambled eggs.”
The thought of food made her nauseous. “No food. Just coffee, lots of coffee.” She shut the door and started to remove her clothes. She paused and looked in the mirror. She looked awful. Not only had Devin witnessed her drunk last night, this morning he had to see her looking her worst. She took off the rest of her clothes and climbed into the shower. She was not prepared for the temperature of the water. Devin had turned the water onto the coolest setting and she almost let out a scream as the water hit her body. But after a couple of minutes the cold water felt good. She stayed in the shower as long as she could stand it.
When she came out, wrapped in a towel, she found Devin leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, a cup of coffee in his hand. “Here, I’ve more when you finish this.”
She gratefully took the coffee and gulped it down. Devin was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, laughing at her. “How do you feel after the shower Amanda?”
“A little better. But my head still feels like it weighs 50 pounds.” She started walking into her bedroom but stopped suddenly. She turned and walked over to him. “Hey, since when do you call me Amanda? It’s always been Baker or squirt?”
He grabbed her and pulled her to him.
He knew it was a mistake. He tried to keep himself from reaching out to her, but as he stood in the hallway and watched her standing there, her smooth skin glistening with water, the towel hugging her curves, exposing the curve of her breast his brain went slightly hairwire. He could no longer control the desire to touch her, to hold her. He reached out and took her in his arms.
Amanda was too surprised to resist. Before she could say anything he kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss. His warm lips pressed against hers.
God it felt so good. Somewhere deep down, a tiny voice was telling her she was crazy, she had to stop before this went too far. But she pushed the voice aside and returned his kiss. The coffee cup dropped unnoticed to the floor as her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. As she responded to him, his kiss grew deeper, more urgent.
He suddenly took his lips away from hers and Amanda moaned in protest. He brushed his lips across her cheek until his lips were on her ear. Devin started kissing her neck, and then her bare shoulder. And then somewhere in the very back of her mind she realized she was only wearing a towel and that in a few moments, if they kept going, he would be unwrapping the towel and then he would carry her to the bedroom and they would make love. And that would be a huge mistake, because this was Devin, the man that had broken her heart all those years ago. It had taken her forever to get over him.
She tried to hold on to that thought as he gently bit her naked shoulder, tried to think rational and practical through the haze of passion she was feeling. She started pushing him away, starting turning her mouth away from his as he began kissing her again. “No, Devin. Wait we can’t do this.”
Devin tried to recapture her mouth with his, tried pulling her closer into him.
She shoved him away from her in desperation, “Devin stop it!”
“What’s wrong?” Devin stood only inches from her, trying to control the urge to grab her back into his arms.
“We can’t do this?” Amanda took a couple steps backwards, trying to put some physical distance between them. She could still feel the touch of his lips on her shoulders.
“Why the hell not?”
Because you broke my heart once, and I don’t think I could take it again she wanted to cry out. This was all too much, she had dreamed of Devin taking her in his arms and making love to her again, but that was she had been naïve enough to think she could change his Casanova nature.
He was affairs were notorious– flings and affairs that only last weeks or months before he would move on to another blonde, brunette or redhead. The only thing that Devin’s woman had in common is that they were all drop dead gorgeous and they were all disposable.
It was a hopeless situation, Devin was never serious about any woman, and there was no way Amanda, in any scenario could imagine, Devin becoming serious about her. Devin might not have changed much over the years, but she had. She had learned the hard way that you don’t always get what you want.
She took a deep breath and tried to quiet her pounding heart. “I can’t. I won’t do this again. I know what you are like.”
Devin was starting to get mad. His blue eyes were filling with anger as he took a step towards her. “Explain it to me, how am I?”
Amanda had never seen Devin lose his temper. He was known as the calm patient one, she was the one with the temper. But now he looked angry and dangerous. Her throat suddenly seemed dry as she tried to get her point across. “You’re a Casanova, a man incapable of staying with one woman. I’m no longer a young foolish girl who is looking for one night of passion in your arms. I’m not the type of woman who has casual flings.”
“Oh, I see. I’m more the one night stand guy. Not the type of boyfriend material you would be looking for?”
“I go out with guys that are more serious about relationship, guys that are willing to commit.”
“Allen was not scared of commitment.”
“No he wasn’t, you were the one back pedaling in the relationship.”
“That’s not fair, he cheated on me.”
“And if he hadn’t would you be walking down he aisle with him?”
“I don’t know.”
Devin turned around and headed for the living room.
“Where are you going?”
He grabbed his jacket and duffle back. “Out!”
She didn’t want him to leave, but she didn’t know what to say. “Are you coming back?”
Devin stopped at the door, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t know.” He slammed the door shut on his way out.
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