Brooke
Lucas lived about one mile from the Black Bay Club where Caleb took me to dinner. Caleb had asked Lucas to fly him back to Boston in his helicopter so he could have one more evening with me. It was a very sweet gesture from my man, who also let me in on the secret about the mainland only being fifteen minutes away by chopper, as he called it. I shouldn’t be surprised by now. The Blackstone brothers conducted their pissing contests over whose helicopter was better. Rich boys and their toys . . .
As I pulled up to the helipad and parked, I could make out the shape of a man waiting in the shadows. The similarities in build and size were apparent even in the dark so I knew it was Lucas. I’d heard of his scars from my nan’s friend Sylvie, who cleaned his house. Sylvie spoke well of her employer, who remained somewhat of a mystery to the local residents due to his desire for privacy. Lucas Blackstone could afford to keep private on the island, which from what I’d heard, he mostly did.
When Caleb introduced me to Lucas, I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting from him, but the confident and warm greeting he offered surprised me. Lucas shared the same height and lean musculature of his older brother, as well as the dark-brown hair and wide shoulders. He even had similar facial features and expressions to Caleb when he spoke, but his right cheek—from the corner of his eye, down and around the bottom of his ear, leading even farther down his neck and disappearing into his shirt collar—was marred with considerable scarring. His eyes were also unusual like Caleb’s in their coloring, but not in the same way. Lucas’s eyes were green but his right eye was partially brown. An anomaly of genetics but strangely beautiful. Similarly, his prominent scarring didn’t detract from his handsomeness at all in my opinion. I imagined it probably made him even more attractive to women. I wondered what the story was there. Regardless, the younger Blackstone brother was no Quasimodo, living in seclusion on an island in desperate need of social skills. He was doing just fine.
“Lovely to meet you finally, Lucas. I hear nothing but good things from Sylvie. She adores you.”
“Ahhh, well I am a lucky man because she spoils me rotten. It’s nice to meet you officially, Brooke.” He handed me a business card. “My cell is on the back. If you ever need anything please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I am here on the island ninety percent of the time.”
I tilted my head at him. “Did Caleb tell you to look out for me while he is away, Lucas?”
“Ummm . . .” he stalled, darting his eyes between his brother and me.
“It’s okay, Lucas. I won’t take it out on you,” I said, focusing my annoyed eyes on Caleb, who was doing his best at melting me with his signature cheeky charm.
“Well, in that case, yes he did, Brooke, but please know that I am nothing but honored.” Lucas gave off his own version of the Blackstone charm in the form of a sincere smile. These men were good at charming women of all ages, I’d predict. Very, very good.
Must be a superb gene pool.
“Well then, I thank you, Lucas. That is very kind.” I put his card into my pocket.
“I’ll just start her up then, bro, give you a minute. Brooke, I’ll see you soon.” Lucas kissed my cheek before walking over to the huge machine and climbing inside it.
Caleb waited until Lucas was out of earshot before asking, “Did that make you mad I asked my brother to watch out for you?”
“Not really, but it will take some getting used to,” I answered truthfully.
“You can trust Lucas with your life. If you need anything at all, you call him. Can you do that for me, baby?”
He pulled me against him, and I took in his scent in a deep inhale. “I will remember. It’s nice that you are so protective and concerned.”
“It’s the only way I can leave you right now and not lose my mind.”
“I’ll be busy here for the rest of the week, and then on Monday I’ll be back at work in the city. You don’t have to worry about me. Just miss me.” I lifted my lips for him to kiss.
He brought both hands up to my face to hold me to him. “The first request is impossible, and the second is definite,” he said, before kissing me deeply enough that the taste of him would linger for a while.
“My PA, Victoria Blakney, will have the keys delivered for the penthouse so you can get in for whatever you need to start on the job. I’ll be back a week from tonight, and I would love it if you’ll plan to stay that night with me, because I will need to show you how much I missed you while I was gone.”
“Oh? You plan to demonstrate this?” I couldn’t resist winding him up.