I look out into the dark night sky and count until I see the lightning appear. It’s the one thing I love to watch, but it scares the living daylights out of Luce. It’s after eleven, and I’ve been working late these last few nights ever since the picnic. My mind is a mess right now. My willpower is deteriorating; no matter how much I fight against, Luce still sucks me back in. I switch off the computer and head home. Luce should be asleep by now, so I should be able to sneak in and shower then go straight to bed. The penthouse is in darkness when I walk through the door. I stop in my tracks when a loud clap of thunder rumbles above. I hit the shower, and I’m in and out in two minutes. I’m too exhausted and right now, my bed is calling me. I practically crawl between the freshly changed sheets, burying my head in the cotton. Thank fuck for Aileen, my cleaner who comes twice a week. I don’t know what I’d do without her.
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