CHAPTER FIVE
Reid
Summer looks cute,silently ignoring me from the passenger seat.She’s doing everything possible to avoid me.First, she tried to get into the back with the kid, but she couldn’t because of all the shit piled back there, then she played on her phone—until I heard it go dead.
If it wasn’t for the kid in the back, I would pull over and demand to know how she knows me once more and ask what I did that pissed her off so much.It’s bugging me that she knows me but I don’t remember a thing about her.
And I have a sinking feeling I should remember her.
I glance at her from the corner of my eye and silently wish my dick would calm down.Her bow-shaped lips pucker, and images of her on her knees, with those big doe eyes gazing up at me and those thick lips around my cock, flicker through my mind.
She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that.But I’ve had plenty of beautiful women before, so I’m not sure why being around her feels different.There is a grace about her that I can’t help but admire.I noticed it when I stayed in the shadows in the bed and breakfast and watched her lift the little girl into her arms.Her words, that they would be back home soon, had been soft like a lullaby, and they had goosebumps rising across my skin.I pictured her using that tone in bed with me whilst she begged for more, and all the while, I had this strong sense of déjà vu, like my body remembered but my mind couldn’t quite grasp the memory.Even when she tucked the girl’s hair behind her ear, I felt that like I had once been on the other end of the touch.
It’s bothering me not knowing, especially since the memory is there, trying to fight its way to the surface.I didn’t miss the hurt in her eyes when she realised I had no clue who she was either, making me wish I knew all the more.
But surely if we had fucked, I would remember her.She doesn’t seem like the type of girl one forgets.
“So when did you move here?”
I feel her gaze on the side of my face for a brief second.“I’ve always lived here,” she replies.
I clear my throat, wondering what it will take to get this girl to give me some real answers.“No, I meant the farm.I didn’t even know the Addison’s had kids, let alone grandkids.Mum did though.”
A cute sigh slips past her lips.“I’ve not long moved in.As for Mr and Mrs Addison, they didn’t have a good relationship with their son.He kept getting into trouble, and I guess they reached their breaking point and broke contact with him for a while.”
“Did your parents have a good relationship with them?”
I feel her gaze on the side of my face again as I pull into the dirt road leading to their home.“Their mum and my mum are sisters, so my parents didn’t really have a relationship with them.”
A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth at the reluctance in her tone.“You really don’t like speaking to me, do you?”
“I don’t see the point when you’ll probably forget about it tomorrow,” she remarks bitterly.
I chuckle.“Babe...”
“Don’t call me babe.”
“Look, I’m sorry for not remembering you.But stop being mad at me about it.”
