chair. “Oh, no, you’ve turned me into the responsible one.”
“Ha, ha, very funny.” It was, too. Amber was a lot like her sister, and Dawn was forever being Destiny and Amber’s voice of reason. I would never admit it out loud, but I was enjoying being the reckless one for once. “Just spit it out.”
“Fine.” Amber crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you really know about Gordon?”
What did she know? Well, lots. Dawn knew he worked as a bartender. That he owned the duplex. He came from America. That he was a serial dater. He loved her cooking, was an amazing kisser. Great with her nephew and his parents were alive. Crap, now that she thought about it... that was about it. Gordon didn’t talk about his parents or his past. He’d given her snippets... his parents were alive, and they weren’t close, that he had friends in America. She remembered he once told her he was an only child and wished he’d had a brother or even a sister.
“Do you even know his last name?” Amber asked when she didn’t say anything.
That she did know, only because she’d been in his wallet, and then she’d seen it on bills. “Wilks. It’s Wilks.”
“So have you checked him out?
Yes, all the time. All she did was check him out. She constantly fought herself not to get lost in his deep blue eyes. Not to stare at his chest, his abs, follow his snail trail—
“Argh, not that kind. I’m talking about online. You know—the internet that you spend so much of your time on.”
She had to think. Surely, she’d looked Gordon up. She looked everyone up. Racking her brain, she thought back to when she found out his last name. “No.” Shit, what the hell was wrong with her? She was a webmaster.
“Let’s go and check Facebook.”
Would he be on Facebook? He barely used any technology. “Okay.”
She got up. “Come on. The guys can lock up. Let’s go back to my place, and we’ll look him up.” Dawn nodded, and she and Amber said bye to everyone in the shop and left.
The drive to Amber’s was short. She lived only a five-minute drive from the shop. Amber had walked to work, but they drove because Dawn had her car. Another five minutes, and they were in Amber’s apartment, and she was turning on her laptop. Amber typed in Gordon’s name to Facebook. A bunch of different people came up, but none she was sure was her Gordon. There was a personality, a… ha, ha. She grinned even thinking that it could be her Gordon. This one was a CEO of a big finance corporation, the son of a Dallas destiny family. The guy in the photo reeked of authority, money, power, control, and as a man with little time to spare. Dawn’s Gordon did look a lot like the man in the photo, but her Gordon was laid back and the total opposite of the man in the photo. Dawn shivered, she felt sorry for the Gordon Wilks in the photos she’d found. He looked uptight and boring.
“Dawn, I hate to be the voice of reason. You may have known Gordon for almost a year, but you don’t know him. What are you going to do? You can’t go with him. You barely know him.”
Sighing, she closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. “Looks like I’ll be spending tomorrow finding out everything I can about him before we leave.”
Amber hugged her. “Promise me you’ll call me when you arrive in Vegas, and at least message me every night to tell me you’re alive and haven’t been killed.”
“Ha, ha. He’s not a killer,” Dawn said and let out a loud sigh. “But I’ll message you.” Suddenly feeling tired, she got up. “I better go. I’ll skype you after Destiny when I arrive.”
Amber hugged her again. “Have fun.”
Dawn left Amber’s as her mind swirled with questions she knew she needed answers to before she could go with him.
****
He arrived home after having a busy day, making sure everything was ready for when they left. He’d been in the city picking up something special he’d ordered for Dawn. He’d found the
“Ha, ha, very funny.” It was, too. Amber was a lot like her sister, and Dawn was forever being Destiny and Amber’s voice of reason. I would never admit it out loud, but I was enjoying being the reckless one for once. “Just spit it out.”
“Fine.” Amber crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you really know about Gordon?”
What did she know? Well, lots. Dawn knew he worked as a bartender. That he owned the duplex. He came from America. That he was a serial dater. He loved her cooking, was an amazing kisser. Great with her nephew and his parents were alive. Crap, now that she thought about it... that was about it. Gordon didn’t talk about his parents or his past. He’d given her snippets... his parents were alive, and they weren’t close, that he had friends in America. She remembered he once told her he was an only child and wished he’d had a brother or even a sister.
“Do you even know his last name?” Amber asked when she didn’t say anything.
That she did know, only because she’d been in his wallet, and then she’d seen it on bills. “Wilks. It’s Wilks.”
“So have you checked him out?
Yes, all the time. All she did was check him out. She constantly fought herself not to get lost in his deep blue eyes. Not to stare at his chest, his abs, follow his snail trail—
“Argh, not that kind. I’m talking about online. You know—the internet that you spend so much of your time on.”
She had to think. Surely, she’d looked Gordon up. She looked everyone up. Racking her brain, she thought back to when she found out his last name. “No.” Shit, what the hell was wrong with her? She was a webmaster.
“Let’s go and check Facebook.”
Would he be on Facebook? He barely used any technology. “Okay.”
She got up. “Come on. The guys can lock up. Let’s go back to my place, and we’ll look him up.” Dawn nodded, and she and Amber said bye to everyone in the shop and left.
The drive to Amber’s was short. She lived only a five-minute drive from the shop. Amber had walked to work, but they drove because Dawn had her car. Another five minutes, and they were in Amber’s apartment, and she was turning on her laptop. Amber typed in Gordon’s name to Facebook. A bunch of different people came up, but none she was sure was her Gordon. There was a personality, a… ha, ha. She grinned even thinking that it could be her Gordon. This one was a CEO of a big finance corporation, the son of a Dallas destiny family. The guy in the photo reeked of authority, money, power, control, and as a man with little time to spare. Dawn’s Gordon did look a lot like the man in the photo, but her Gordon was laid back and the total opposite of the man in the photo. Dawn shivered, she felt sorry for the Gordon Wilks in the photos she’d found. He looked uptight and boring.
“Dawn, I hate to be the voice of reason. You may have known Gordon for almost a year, but you don’t know him. What are you going to do? You can’t go with him. You barely know him.”
Sighing, she closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. “Looks like I’ll be spending tomorrow finding out everything I can about him before we leave.”
Amber hugged her. “Promise me you’ll call me when you arrive in Vegas, and at least message me every night to tell me you’re alive and haven’t been killed.”
“Ha, ha. He’s not a killer,” Dawn said and let out a loud sigh. “But I’ll message you.” Suddenly feeling tired, she got up. “I better go. I’ll skype you after Destiny when I arrive.”
Amber hugged her again. “Have fun.”
Dawn left Amber’s as her mind swirled with questions she knew she needed answers to before she could go with him.
****
He arrived home after having a busy day, making sure everything was ready for when they left. He’d been in the city picking up something special he’d ordered for Dawn. He’d found the
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