Runaway: The Sequel to Secrets, a sexy and dramatic western romance (Finding Love ~ THE OUTSIDER SERIES) by Lorhainne Eckhart Page A
Authors: Lorhainne Eckhart
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Andy would hear them. “You’re wrong, Laura. He doesn’t love me.” Her expression was suddenly filled with deep hurt. “We share a horrible past. Whatever his feelings are, it’s not love.”
“Diana, I’ve seen the way he looks at you when Jed ...” She pressed her lips tight as if realizing she was about to say too much.
“When Jed had his accident , Andy was there for me. It was a bad time, Laura. Andy’s had feelings for me, and he may be confused by them. I was so deeply in love with him as a kid that I worshipped him, but we are dynamite together, in a bad way. There was a powerful hate between us, too, and I don’t really want to get into it. But it’s not love he feels for me, Laura. He couldn’t ever love me. He may have thought he wanted me, but, Laura, you need to understand, sometimes we really want something for all the wrong reasons. We pray for it and think we’ll die without it, but those unanswered prayers are the blessing. It’s when you get it that you realize it wasn’t what you wanted and is the worst thing for you. That’s me with Andy.”
“She’s right.”
Diana gasped, and Laura stared at Andy’s deep blue eyes, flecked with gray and something different that she hadn’t seen before.
“I didn’t hear the shower turn off ,” she said.
He shut the door. His damp hair was sticking up all over as if he’d just rubbed a towel through it and walked away.
“I’m going. Andy, you and Laura have a lot to work out.” Diana groaned as she stood up. “You’re going with Andy, right?” Diana waited for her to respond.
Laura panicked for a minute because to her, it really seemed as if Diana had just thrown her to the wolves, or namely one wolf, a definite predator who she was terrified of—not from fear but from her reaction to him. He always had this hold on her, a powerful, deep wanting of him. Now, as she sat there, rumpled and frustrated, she let out a heavy sigh. She worried deep down that she was about to jump head first off a cliff, and she hoped it wasn’t a decision she’d regret. “Yes,” she replied.
Chapter 11
She really didn’t have much to load up. Andy had never unpacked their bag of clothes the night before, and she wondered now if it was because he had planned all along to take her back to his place—the Friessen mansion, a beautiful estate that wasn’t in the least bit comfortable. A comfortable home was one she could relax in, with a few bedrooms, a cozy living room, and kitchen. Not a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion that was more like a palace filled with priceless artwork, trinkets that she always worried Gabriel would touch or break, things that were absolute useless except to show everyone how much money the Friessens had to throw away. Andy never worried about “the stuff,” as he called it. He didn’t have much use for it. After all, it belonged to Caroline, his mother.
Caroline was the most uptight, snobbish, cruel woman Laura had ever met. The only thing Laura had been thankful for was that she’d left the estate shortly after Andy married her. Laura had overheard Jules say that Caroline had gone back to their other house in the south of France. Apparently, she preferred it there anyways, and that was just peachy with Laura because she didn’t know how she could face Andy’s parents after they treated her as if she was something dirty and smelly that they’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe when she worked there as a maid. Even after she married Andy, they treated her as if she was a nobody.
“Hey , bud, after I get your mom settled in bed, how about I take you riding?”
Laura had been gazing out the side window of his fancy truck. When she glanced over, Andy was grinning in the rear-view mirror at Gabriel.
“Y eah...I want to ride horsey,” Gabriel squealed excitedly. Andy laughed.
Laura knew she should be happy to see Gabriel so happy, but she worried this was just a passing phase for Andy. Her deep-rooted fear of
“Diana, I’ve seen the way he looks at you when Jed ...” She pressed her lips tight as if realizing she was about to say too much.
“When Jed had his accident , Andy was there for me. It was a bad time, Laura. Andy’s had feelings for me, and he may be confused by them. I was so deeply in love with him as a kid that I worshipped him, but we are dynamite together, in a bad way. There was a powerful hate between us, too, and I don’t really want to get into it. But it’s not love he feels for me, Laura. He couldn’t ever love me. He may have thought he wanted me, but, Laura, you need to understand, sometimes we really want something for all the wrong reasons. We pray for it and think we’ll die without it, but those unanswered prayers are the blessing. It’s when you get it that you realize it wasn’t what you wanted and is the worst thing for you. That’s me with Andy.”
“She’s right.”
Diana gasped, and Laura stared at Andy’s deep blue eyes, flecked with gray and something different that she hadn’t seen before.
“I didn’t hear the shower turn off ,” she said.
He shut the door. His damp hair was sticking up all over as if he’d just rubbed a towel through it and walked away.
“I’m going. Andy, you and Laura have a lot to work out.” Diana groaned as she stood up. “You’re going with Andy, right?” Diana waited for her to respond.
Laura panicked for a minute because to her, it really seemed as if Diana had just thrown her to the wolves, or namely one wolf, a definite predator who she was terrified of—not from fear but from her reaction to him. He always had this hold on her, a powerful, deep wanting of him. Now, as she sat there, rumpled and frustrated, she let out a heavy sigh. She worried deep down that she was about to jump head first off a cliff, and she hoped it wasn’t a decision she’d regret. “Yes,” she replied.
Chapter 11
She really didn’t have much to load up. Andy had never unpacked their bag of clothes the night before, and she wondered now if it was because he had planned all along to take her back to his place—the Friessen mansion, a beautiful estate that wasn’t in the least bit comfortable. A comfortable home was one she could relax in, with a few bedrooms, a cozy living room, and kitchen. Not a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion that was more like a palace filled with priceless artwork, trinkets that she always worried Gabriel would touch or break, things that were absolute useless except to show everyone how much money the Friessens had to throw away. Andy never worried about “the stuff,” as he called it. He didn’t have much use for it. After all, it belonged to Caroline, his mother.
Caroline was the most uptight, snobbish, cruel woman Laura had ever met. The only thing Laura had been thankful for was that she’d left the estate shortly after Andy married her. Laura had overheard Jules say that Caroline had gone back to their other house in the south of France. Apparently, she preferred it there anyways, and that was just peachy with Laura because she didn’t know how she could face Andy’s parents after they treated her as if she was something dirty and smelly that they’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe when she worked there as a maid. Even after she married Andy, they treated her as if she was a nobody.
“Hey , bud, after I get your mom settled in bed, how about I take you riding?”
Laura had been gazing out the side window of his fancy truck. When she glanced over, Andy was grinning in the rear-view mirror at Gabriel.
“Y eah...I want to ride horsey,” Gabriel squealed excitedly. Andy laughed.
Laura knew she should be happy to see Gabriel so happy, but she worried this was just a passing phase for Andy. Her deep-rooted fear of
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