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Surrender To You
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Table Of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Author's Note
About The Author
Acknowledgments
Author List
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DEDICATION
~*~
To my family and friends, who haven’t once told me that I’m insane for doing this. I love you.
Stefan never thought she’d come home…
After five long years, she’s within his reach and he’s determined to find out what she kept hidden from him, while hoping that his own secret won’t tear them apart again.
Simon never expected to fall in love with her…
Asking her out had been impulsive, but suddenly the Doctor is falling for this woman who makes him ache like nobody else ever has and he’s determined to make her his.
Elizabeth never knew she’d feel so strongly for two men…
Torn between the love of an ex she pushed away in the past and the love of a new man that makes her feel alive again, she must make a decision that will ultimately result in a broken heart for one of them.
When tragedy strikes, will she be confident in her final decision?
CHAPTER ONE
“Don’t you miss me?”
“You know I do. But you’re the one who left me…”
“I didn’t want to, but you refused to let me in. You’re the reason I left.”
“Doesn’t the pain I was in mean anything? I needed you and you walked out, even after all the promises you made.”
“I just finally went the direction you told me to go every day. I simply gave you what you wanted. I left because you told me to.”
“You leaving isn’t what I wanted! You weren’t listening! You never listened!”
“Maybe the problem was that you weren’t saying anything worth me listening to.” He turned and walked away with a shake of his head.
I slid to the floor, the knob of the kitchen cabinet slicing into my back, giving me another scratch on my body to join all the others that reminded me of the pain I couldn’t manage to get rid of as I sobbed into my hands.
The sound of my cell phone ringing jolted me out of the eerie dream I’d been having.
Rolling over, I picked up the flashing phone to see a random area code I had never seen before. Figuring someone from work could be calling me on a personal line, I slid the green phone icon across, putting the phone to my ear, shielding my eyes from the bright sunlight that filled my room at the same time.
“Hello?”
“Ellie?”
Oh, god. That voice. It haunted me in my slumber, but hearing it in for the first time in five long years sent my heart careening out of control. I hated my body for responding to it, for recognizing the need for him that I’d only admit to in my dreams.
Say something, fool. He’d been the one to leave in the end, hadn’t he?
I cleared my throat and scowled even though he couldn’t see me. “What are you doing calling me, Stefan? How did you even get my number?”
I’d changed it within hours after he’d left, never wanting to hear from him again. The jerk.
“Ellie, please don’t be like that. I’m not…” His voice broke and I felt my heart twist as I realized something was wrong. “I’m not calling you because I want to.”
Ouch. Well, he’d always been honest if nothing else.
“Why are you calling me then?”
“My mother…” I could hear him swallow, even as fear gripped my heart in acknowledgment of the bad news I had no doubt I was about to hear. “She’s…dying and wants to see you. She begged me and I couldn’t tell her no.”
Shocked, I didn’t know what to say.
Stefan’s mother, Liliana, had been a second mother to me. Really, she’d been a second mother to a lot of people. The nicest woman in town, she was the mom everybody who didn’t have a mom wished they had. She’d been best friends with my mother. Stefan and I became fast friends when our mothers ended up spending a lot of time together in the wake of both of their marriages falling apart.
Of course, one thing led to another with Stefan and I ended up falling madly in love with my best friend.
Worst idea ever. Our relationship disintegrated, much like the ashes left over from a bonfire, and our friendship came to an abrupt end. An end that sent me fleeing across the country to escape the excruciating pain in my heart.
The horrible reoccurring dreams affirmed how much I still suffered from the explosive end to us. The fact I continued to dream about him tortured me day in and day out.
“Ellie? Are you still there?”
“Uh…yeah,” I replied while rolling out of bed. “I’m not really sure I can get the time off…”
He let out a deep sigh and I knew it was of irritation. It was a sound I’d heard all too often near the end of our relationship and I winced. I had always been disappointing him then and it seemed nothing had changed.
“I figured that in five years you’d have changed, even a little, but I can see you’re still just as selfish as always.”
His statement pissed me off. He had a way of doing that to me. Nobody else could ever come close to making me burn with anger as he did.
“Yeah, because you’re just mister perfect aren’t you? I have a life and a job. You know, to pay my bills with? I didn’t go to college and work my ass off to just lose my job because I need to immediately leave town!”
Now I was shouting. Taking a deep breath, I winced as he cursed on the other end.
“Look, I didn’t call to fight. She wants to see you. The least you could do is come home to visit her. I’m sure your work would understand. All you need is the weekend.”
They would if I explained. My boss loved me and he’d understand, but paying my bills had nothing to do with not wanting to go.<
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In truth, I didn’t want to see Stefan. I didn’t want to be near him because it meant I’d have to see his face and hear his voice in person.
But I couldn’t let Liliana down. She’d been there for me when my world fell apart. She’d kept my secret even when it had broken her heart and I wouldn’t let her down, even if her son had walked away when I’d needed him most.
“I’ll be there as quickly as possible,” I said softly, hanging up before he could reply.
~*~
Knowing exactly who had given him my phone number, I dialed up my mother.
“Hello! Waller residence.”
“Mother, it’s me. How many times do I have to tell you to just look at your caller ID?” Ugh, I knew I sounded like a bitch but Stefan calling me had just ticked me off.
“I just pulled the phone out of my pocket and opened it, not even bothering to look. It’s awfully early where you are, why are you calling me?”
“Oh, you know, because maybe you gave Stefan my number and he rang me up this early?”
“Ah.”
I’m sure that if it were at all possible, steam would have come shooting out of my ears. “Ah? All you have to say is ‘ah’? Why did you give him my number?”
“He said that his mother insisted he call and tell you. I kept trying to tell you myself but you are always so busy, so I figured maybe you’d answer the phone if it were from an unknown number…”
When her voice trailed off, I felt annoyed. She always acted as if she were inconveniencing me and even though she wasn’t, I couldn’t seem to convince her otherwise. Then again, I had moved to the other side of the country so maybe I’d given off the impression I didn’t want to be bothered.
“So you’ve known for how long and it takes him calling me for someone to tell me Liliana is sick?”
She scoffed. “If you’d have answered my calls, I’d have told you sooner. It’s not exactly something I wanted to leave on voicemail.”
“Well, work keeps me busy. Some days, I don’t even get home until it’s way too late there with the time difference and all. It’s not like I don’t try.”
Liar, you don’t try. You were avoiding her phone calls. I hated when my inner voice scolded me. As if I needed another reminder of what a failure I was at being a daughter and a friend. Well, at everything really but now was not the time for a pity party.
“Sure sweetie, I know.”
I could hear the resignation in her voice and knew she just wanted the phone call to end. Much as she loved me, I’d been a pain in the ass for the last six years and she didn’t know why. She’d given up trying to get through as well and just let me go.
It was probably the best thing she’d ever done for me, even if I couldn’t find the words to tell her.
Sighing, I pulled out my luggage to start packing. “Where is she at? I’ll have to go into work and tell them what’s going on but I could be on a flight by the end of the day.”
“Well, there was nothing left to be done. She’s at home, with all her family there. I’ve been to see her a few times…try not to let your shock show when you see her. She is very emaciated.”
Gulping, I blinked rapidly to rid the sudden surge of tears to my eyes. “H-how long?”
No doubt hearing the catch in my voice, my mother’s voice softened. “The doctor said not long. She was given about three months to live just a month ago, but it doesn’t look like she will last much longer.”
I knew what she was saying. She was ready to die and chances were that Liliana simply waited for me to make my appearance.
That thought alone had the tears coming faster and I knew I had to get off the phone.
“Okay, I gotta go. I’ll see you when I get there.”
“Be safe, Elizabeth.”
Hanging up, I couldn’t prevent the sobs from coming full force.
I never talked to anybody from home after I took off, not even Liliana. My mother and I talked but through the years, that had become less and less. I had wanted to distance myself from all of them.
Now, I was returning but not on my own terms. I needed to get there, deal with this and then leave as fast as possible.
Pulling myself together, I picked up the phone and made one final phone call to my boss, hoping that a phone call would suffice to excuse myself in case my trip needed to be extended.
The weekend stretched out before me, painful and torturous.
I needed to hold it together, no matter what.
~*~
As the plane touched down, I stared out the window, wishing my travels led me anywhere but where I grew up. That I wasn’t coming back to say goodbye to Liliana. That I wasn’t going to have to face Stefan again.
Clearing it with work had been easy. They loved me and they were sad to hear about Liliana, telling me to take all the time I needed. Even as I assured my boss I’d be back on Monday, he’d softly repeated the statement, making it clear that he knew my return may not be immediate.
I’d sent my mother a text message before the plane took off with my arrival time; she’d responded saying she’d be there to pick me up. I figured I would just rent a car, but she assured me I could use hers during the visit and I wasn’t one to turn down an opportunity to save money.
Finally able to get off the plane, I sat until the initial rush of people had passed, then grabbed my carry on from above and exited. Letting out a sigh, I entered the boarding area and looked around for my mother’s bright red hair. Not seeing her, I looked down at my phone and turned off airplane mode, seeing a text message pop up as I regained service.
“Looking for me?”
Son of a…
At the deep voice, shock and irritation flooded through me. Turning to my right, my eyes landed on Stefan Pierce standing there with his hands in his pockets, the scowl on his face at odds with the gleam in his dark blue eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was happy to see me or royally ticked off. Probably the latter, since he’d no doubt been wrangled into coming to pick me up from the airport.
I, on the other hand, would be having a nice long chat with my mother when I got home.
“Nope, I wasn’t. I guess I’m gonna be renting a car since the person who was supposed to pick me up didn’t show.”
Now it was his turn to be shocked and I had to hold back a smile as his mouth dropped open just a little. Before he could say anything, I started to walk away, heading toward baggage claim.
“Didn’t you bother to check your text messages? Or did you just assume nothing ever changes?”
I stopped abruptly and whirled around. “Wow, you’re a bright one aren’t you? When would you have liked me to check my messages, on the airplane? Perhaps you didn’t notice I was looking down at my phone about to do that very thing when you said ‘looking for me’ so arrogantly?”
He blinked. “I wasn’t —”
“Yeah, you were. Now get lost.”
I was being rude, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to see him at his mother’s house, let alone have him pick me up from the airport. What the hell had my mother been thinking? Did she want me to turn right around and go back to my apartment?
Stefan chose that moment to stalk toward me, stopping within inches of slamming into me and grabbed my upper arms with his hands.
“What’s your deal? Don’t you think I’ve got enough shit going on without you giving me attitude?”
Surprised by the gentleness of his grasp, which happened to be at odds with the muted irritation in his voice, I stood mute and really looked at him.
He hadn’t changed much over the years. He had never been very athletic, preferring simple things like bike riding to playing sports and enjoyed conquering computer games in his spare time. At only five foot six, I’d always found his height perfect because I could still wear heels and not feel either too short or too tall next to his five foot ten frame. His dark red hair was closely cropped and a small smattering of freckles graced his nose.
It was then, while looking at
his face, that I saw he hadn’t shaved today - and the lines of worry that hadn’t been there before. He didn’t look as youthful, the years having taken their toll on him. But at thirty years old, he still looked pretty damned tasty.
Ugh, did I really just admit that to myself?
Lifting my arms, I pushed against his chest. “Get off me!”
He let go easily, the scowl returning to his face. “Apparently not. Get your bags and lets go.”
Huffing, I crossed my arms and glared. “Screw you. I told you I’d get my own damn—”
Leaning in, his mouth inches from mine, he hissed. “Shut up and get your fucking bags. You aren’t wasting money on a car all because you wanna be a spoiled little brat. Your mother told me to come get you and I’ll be damned if I don’t deliver you safe and sound like she asked me to.”
Rendered speechless by the banked anger in his voice, I glanced around to see the baggage claim area almost empty and a cleaning lady staring at us with curiosity. Walking over to the belt and picking up my bags, I lifted my chin defiantly and headed toward the doors, holding my tongue.
Stefan said nothing else to me as he led me to his car, which certainly filled me with relief.
The only positive thing that had come out of this was that we would have our words on the way home and not in front of his mother.
Not really looking forward to it even with the upside, I placed my luggage in the trunk and slammed it shut.
With a glare at me, he climbed into the driver’s seat and in one more act of rebelliousness, I climbed into the back seat.
CHAPTER TWO
The long thirty minute drive ahead of us was going to be really slow if Stefan tortured me by being quiet.
While waiting for him to speak, I realized he had no intention of speaking first. Instead, he would use my aversion to silence to goad me into saying something. Probably an apology for my behavior but if that was his hope, he’d have better luck running for office.