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"Open your eyes," Luke whispers into my ear.
The scent of his cologne has my head spinning. When I take Luke in, he’s leaning close to me and his sexy lips are barely an inch from mine. The memory of how they felt is like an ache in my loins.
He brushes his lips against mine and pulls away. "I want you to meet my grandmother," Luke adds.
I almost pout. Of course he had to start a fire and then douse it. My insides are burning with a sheer need to ask him to make love to me again. The Festival ought to have a restroom. We could always slip into it and cling to each other while we undress as fast as we can, our mouths hungrily ravaging the other. Luke would then turn me around and fuck me from behind as I tried to keep quiet.
"Oh," I answer, banishing the steamy image out of my head. "Where is she?"
"Over there," Luke responds.
He points to his left where a slim woman is talking to another person. As though she knows we’re now looking at her, Luke's grandmother glances our way and waves at us. She and Luke share no similar facial looks. While Luke's eyes are guarded and intense, his grandmother's eyes are a temple of unfiltered warmth. The twinkles bear traces of sweet acceptance, as though she’s telling me, without saying a word, that she'll always be there for me. Her hair is fully gray but I’m amazed that the wrinkles on her face are few. How old is she?
"Come talk to her." Luke holds my hand and leads me towards his grandmother. "Her name is Jacqueline."
I wear a smile on my face and let Luke take me to the woman. She whispers something to the other woman she’d been talking to. The woman walks away while Jacqueline turns to face us and beams.
"Adeline, is it?" she says. "Oh, you look more beautiful than he described you."
Luke already told his grandmother about me? I don't know why but this melts my heart. It’s as though I’ve been called Luke's wife.Stop it, Addy! You just met this guy yesterday!
"Hello, Jacqueline," I answer. "It's great meeting you."
"Me too."
Jacqueline's warm hug is unexpected. She holds me and when I draw a breath, a tiny ball of cat's fur makes for my nose.
I quickly break the hug and say to Jacqueline, "So, do you come to the festival every year?"
"Not every year but I like coming here. I mean, who the hell hates the idea of being surrounded by endless strawberries?"
I laugh. "That's true."
"Jacqueline," Luke says, and I note he doesn’t call her Gran or Nana. "Let's pick out some jams and wines. You still want them, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do," Jacqueline answers. She looks at me for a while and then faces Luke. "You know what, son? Forget about picking out the jams and wines. I'll do that myself. Why don't I leave you to hang out with Adeline here?” She pats his arm affectionately. “Do have fun.”
Before I can object to her statement because I feel guilty that I’m stopping Luke from picking out jams and wines for his grandma, Jacqueline walks away, calling out to the woman she had been talking to.
Luke faces me. "Looks like it's only the two of us."
My cheeks flush as a gazillion other sexy scenes flit through my mind. "What do you want to do?"
Luke doesn't hesitate before responding, "Why don't we go on the Ferris Wheel?"
Chapter7
Luke
The last time I ever rode a Ferris Wheel was after my mother's death. My brothers and I had been heartbroken by her loss and my father had let us sneak into the human world to join in a Halloween celebration.
Humans celebrate virtually everything. They spend days preparing for the celebration of the birth of a man who later died on the cross for their sins. Then they wear scary costumes in October and celebrate the Celtic Festival now called Halloween. This afternoon is about Strawberries. The humans happily move around in their strawberry-patterned or strawberry-colored dresses. It probably means more to them but I don't have time to ask what it is.
I'm here for Adeline. I suppress a frown. I’m here to exact revenge.
The Ferris Wheel jerks under us as it begins to roll. It transports us to the sky and when I think I’m on top of the world, it makes for the ground. I almost bark a laugh. The Ferris Wheel is a total representation of my life. When I felt complete and on top of the world, surrounded by family and friends, disaster took me down, destroying everything like it meant nothing.
“I like the view,” Adeline says, staring at the ground where people are small pinkish figures.
