Chapter Nine
Aubree rolled over in bed and stopped short when she felt someone in the bed next to her. She stiffened for a moment and opened her eyes to come face to face with Brian's sleeping figure. She smiled relaxing as the night before came flooding back to her. Brian stirred yawning as his arm came out searching for her; he smiled in his sleeping pulling her closer.
"Morning gorgeous," he muttered nipping at her earlobe.
"Morning," she smiled getting closer to him.
"You hungry?" he asked slowly opening his eyes.
"I can make breakfast if you want," Aubree replied lacing her fingers with his.
"Let's just stay like this for a bit," he mumbled burying his face in her neck and holding on tighter.
Aubree smiled closing her eyes again. She could get used to this.
Dylan taped his fingers on the steering wheel of the rental car as he glanced at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time. It was already 11AM; what was taking the pretty boy so long to leave? As if on cue the front door to Aubree's new home opened and he came walking out. The guy stopped before heading down the stairs and turned back to the door giving Aubree a kiss.
"MY wife," muttered Dylan under his breath as he watched Aubree close the door and the guy take off in his car.
He jumped out of the car and locked the doors then headed straight for her doorstep. He rang the bell and waited.
"What did you forget Brian?" came Aubree's sing song voice as the door flew open.
She stopped when she saw him standing there; her eyes going from smiling to stone cold. He could see the fear in her eyes as she fumbled with the handle trying to close the door. He placed his palm on the door holding it open.
"You need to go away," she said in a shaky off kilter voice.
"No we need to talk," Dylan replied, "so you're going to invite me in like you did Mr. Pretty boy."
"You've been watching me?" she hissed as she used both hands to try and wedge the door closed.
"Yes," he snarled pushing the door so he threw her back on her feet, "and when we're done you'll be coming back to Kentucky with me; where you belong."
Dylan slammed the door behind him and clicked the lock shut. Aubree watched as he grabbed her arm and sat her down on her couch; her face paled as she realized what was about to happen.