Chapter 48: A lot that you don't know
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"One dish of chicken Alfredo coming up." I turned and ran for the kitchen, needing to get away from them. I need to get my head on straight so I can think about how I'm going to tell Lynn the truth and hope that I have enough courage to tell her.
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LYNN'S POV
Sitting across the table watching Drake and Dakota laughing about their childhood stories and picking on one another made me grin. I never had this kind of relationship with my sister and I knew I never would either. That time had passed and there was no getting it back, but seeing there two together right now made my heart swell. It definitely didn't help with the fact that I was already questioning my feelings for him.
"No way! Mr. Seevers hated you!" Dakota barked, throwing her head back as she erupted in laughter. "You'd always come into class late and you always called him by his first name."
Drake was grinning, shaking his head at his sister. "He did not hate me. He just wasn't my biggest fan." He turned his head to me and winked, making my heart do this weird fluttering thing in my chest.
"Who was Mr. Seevers?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"He was our old science teacher from high school. Dakota had a huge crush on him," Drake teased her.
Dakota scoffed, lightly slapping his shoulder. "I did not! He was like seventy years old!"
"Well, we all know how you liked older men," Drake poked, smirking at her.
"Yeah, like ten to fifteen years older than me, not a guy the same age as my fucking grandfather." Dakota shook her head, glancing over at me. "Tell him he's being annoying."
I smirked back, really enjoying the banter between these two. I've never seen this side of Drake before I didn't want it to end just yet. He seemed to always be serious. I've seen the playful side of Drake before, but it was usually his sexy, play side, not this.
"He's cute when he's annoying," I teased back, wanting to throw in some of my own jabs.
Drake seemed to blush. He actually fucking blushed. Dakota barked out another laugh and lightly tapped her brother's cheek.
"I told you I liked her." She stood up, grabbing her plate and mine from the table before she asked, "Will you tell me about your life back in Seattle over dessert? I spotted some chocolate chip cookies in the cupboard earlier."
"Hey, you stay out of my cookies," Drake scolded with a playful gleam in his eyes.
Dakota waved him off, still waiting on my reply.
One look at Drake, though, and I knew I needed to watch what I said about my life in Seattle. He had just arrived home when I was finishing my story about Jason to Dakota and part of me wondered if he had heard any of it. He'd been a little stand offish all night long, even sitting on the other side of the table, and my gut sank at the thought of him looking at me differently because of what he may or may not have heard.
"Sure," i spoke with a small smile. I'd tell her about my life in Seattle. The story that didn't involve Jason.
When Dakota left the dining room, I was left alone with Drake as I shyly looked over at him. He was watching me intently but didn't say a word.
"Thanks for dinner," i started, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I didn't know you could cook so well."
He half smirked, leaning back in his seat to look at me better. "There's a lot about me that you don't know, Lynn."
The way he said that so seriously made the hairs on my arm stand up on end. What the hell did he mean by that? I mean, I know we don't know each other that well, but I couldn't help but feel like that was a loaded statement. What don't I know about you, Drake?
Dakota rushed back in with the pack of cookies in her hand and took her seat once again. The words between I and Drake seemed to evaporate the moment she joined us. His eyes, though, told an entirely different story.
"Okay," cookies are there and now I want to know more about this beautiful woman that my brother has kept to himself this whole time," she grinned over at me and I couldn't stop myself from blushing.
"There really isn't much to tell," I started, shrugging my shoulders. "I grew up just outside of Seattle with my parents and older sister. She was the loose cannon of the family and we were never close. I'm definitely a daddy's girl, but I love my mom just as much. We enjoyed watching baseball and eating hot dogs and then in the summer, Dad and I enjoyed sailing." I shrugged again, wanting to turn the spotlight away from me.
Drake was still intently watching me but still wouldn't say a word. Dakota, on the other hand, had lots to say.
"So, this sister. How is she a loose cannon?" She nibbled on her cookie, looking completely intrigued by my boring life story.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I spun the glass of wine in my hands on the table. "She was different. She always went for the bad boys and never followed my parent's rules. To her, i was the golden child and she was the outcast. When she learned my parents saved for her to go to college, she cashed it out the day she turned eighteen, and then she disappeared. I've seen her here and there over the years but I haven't spoken to her since..." I trailed off, not wanting to explain that I hadn't spoken to her since I was in the hospital after Jason nearly killed me. "Since forever," I finished.Maybe I should be taking those bipolar meds with Dakota because I can't seem to keep a single plan on track here.
"One dish of chicken Alfredo coming up." I turned and ran for the kitchen, needing to get away from them. I need to get my head on straight so I can think about how I'm going to tell Lynn the truth and hope that I have enough courage to tell her.
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LYNN'S POV
Sitting across the table watching Drake and Dakota laughing about their childhood stories and picking on one another made me grin. I never had this kind of relationship with my sister and I knew I never would either. That time had passed and there was no getting it back, but seeing there two together right now made my heart swell. It definitely didn't help with the fact that I was already questioning my feelings for him.
"No way! Mr. Seevers hated you!" Dakota barked, throwing her head back as she erupted in laughter. "You'd always come into class late and you always called him by his first name."
Drake was grinning, shaking his head at his sister. "He did not hate me. He just wasn't my biggest fan." He turned his head to me and winked, making my heart do this weird fluttering thing in my chest.
"Who was Mr. Seevers?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"He was our old science teacher from high school. Dakota had a huge crush on him," Drake teased her.
Dakota scoffed, lightly slapping his shoulder. "I did not! He was like seventy years old!"
"Well, we all know how you liked older men," Drake poked, smirking at her.
"Yeah, like ten to fifteen years older than me, not a guy the same age as my fucking grandfather." Dakota shook her head, glancing over at me. "Tell him he's being annoying."
I smirked back, really enjoying the banter between these two. I've never seen this side of Drake before I didn't want it to end just yet. He seemed to always be serious. I've seen the playful side of Drake before, but it was usually his sexy, play side, not this.
"He's cute when he's annoying," I teased back, wanting to throw in some of my own jabs.
Drake seemed to blush. He actually fucking blushed. Dakota barked out another laugh and lightly tapped her brother's cheek.
"I told you I liked her." She stood up, grabbing her plate and mine from the table before she asked, "Will you tell me about your life back in Seattle over dessert? I spotted some chocolate chip cookies in the cupboard earlier."
"Hey, you stay out of my cookies," Drake scolded with a playful gleam in his eyes.
Dakota waved him off, still waiting on my reply.
One look at Drake, though, and I knew I needed to watch what I said about my life in Seattle. He had just arrived home when I was finishing my story about Jason to Dakota and part of me wondered if he had heard any of it. He'd been a little stand offish all night long, even sitting on the other side of the table, and my gut sank at the thought of him looking at me differently because of what he may or may not have heard.
"Sure," i spoke with a small smile. I'd tell her about my life in Seattle. The story that didn't involve Jason.
When Dakota left the dining room, I was left alone with Drake as I shyly looked over at him. He was watching me intently but didn't say a word.
"Thanks for dinner," i started, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I didn't know you could cook so well."
He half smirked, leaning back in his seat to look at me better. "There's a lot about me that you don't know, Lynn."
The way he said that so seriously made the hairs on my arm stand up on end. What the hell did he mean by that? I mean, I know we don't know each other that well, but I couldn't help but feel like that was a loaded statement. What don't I know about you, Drake?
Dakota rushed back in with the pack of cookies in her hand and took her seat once again. The words between I and Drake seemed to evaporate the moment she joined us. His eyes, though, told an entirely different story.
"Okay," cookies are there and now I want to know more about this beautiful woman that my brother has kept to himself this whole time," she grinned over at me and I couldn't stop myself from blushing.
"There really isn't much to tell," I started, shrugging my shoulders. "I grew up just outside of Seattle with my parents and older sister. She was the loose cannon of the family and we were never close. I'm definitely a daddy's girl, but I love my mom just as much. We enjoyed watching baseball and eating hot dogs and then in the summer, Dad and I enjoyed sailing." I shrugged again, wanting to turn the spotlight away from me.
Drake was still intently watching me but still wouldn't say a word. Dakota, on the other hand, had lots to say.
"So, this sister. How is she a loose cannon?" She nibbled on her cookie, looking completely intrigued by my boring life story.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I spun the glass of wine in my hands on the table. "She was different. She always went for the bad boys and never followed my parent's rules. To her, i was the golden child and she was the outcast. When she learned my parents saved for her to go to college, she cashed it out the day she turned eighteen, and then she disappeared. I've seen her here and there over the years but I haven't spoken to her since..." I trailed off, not wanting to explain that I hadn't spoken to her since I was in the hospital after Jason nearly killed me. "Since forever," I finished.
