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My dad.
My mom…
Creed.Jesus…Creed.“You saw him, didn’t you?” I searched the hallway, just in case, then went on. “That’s how you met. You were there when Creed died.”
“Yes.”
I nodded slowly, sipping the coffee that now tasted bitter. “I don’t want this, this helplessness.”
I leaned against the counter, listening.
“I feel like I…” My chest ached. “Like I’m being crushed inside.”
“A lack of control will do that to you, make you feel helpless.”
I nodded.
“But you can get a measure of control back,” he continued. “These men, whoever they are, took your power, but all it takes is one thought. One action. One…desire.”
In the corner of my eye, Kit stumbled toward us, her cropped white shirt pulled taut across her full breasts as she scratched her messy bed hair.
“And one reason to keep fighting,” he muttered.
The carnal way he looked at her made heat rush to my cheeks. I looked away, a bystander to such a private moment. Whatever Lucas was going through, I knewshewas his reason, even if she didn’t have a clue herself.
“Morning,” she mumbled, oblivious.
“Morning,” he answered, crossing the kitchen to pour her a cup of coffee and hand it over.
She smiled at him and there was a knowing glint…abuddingattraction, or maybe one that’d lain dormant forever and was now breaking through the surface.
“I’m about to make pancakes and bacon.” I focused on the rim of my mug. “If anyone wants some.”
“Oh.” Her brows rose. “I do…but I get first dibs on the bacon because Lucas eats it all.”
“Do not.” He scowled.
“Dooo…tooo,”she countered, pinning me with her stare. “He’s like a bottomless pit where bacon is concerned.”
“Why, you little….” he started forward.
She let out a tiny squeal, holding up the sloshing mug of brew as she stepped backwards around the end of the counter. “Don’t make mespillit.”
He stopped, grinning, letting her get away with it…this time.
I placed my coffee down and set to work. Under the directions of Kit, I found all the ingredients I needed as Lucas walked away, then returned a few minutes later. I cooked while he was gone, and as I poured batter into a skillet, I had time to think about what he'd said.
A purpose, that’s exactly what I needed.
“You are so far away right now.” Kit poured herself another cup, then refilled the water and grounds before it started brewing again.
“I’m thinking about something your brother said.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I nodded as I slipped a perfectly browned pancake onto the stack. “He said to take back my control I needed a purpose.”
“That sounds like him.”
