Ophelia
“There she is!” Called out a big booming voice and looked over to see Doug sitting on Ryan in the living room. “We’re just wrestlin darlin.”
“You guys do that a lot huh?” I asked.
“Daily,” Luke sighed as he came over to me. “How was your nap?”
“Good,” I said shyly; heavily aware of everyone staring at us. “So What’s for dinner?”
“Jasmine is making pasta something,” Luke said. “Something Italian but I told her your favorite food was anything pasta.”
The door to the cabin opened and the handsome man I had seen in the Lexus walked in. He saw me and stopped; staring wide eyed. I quickly hid behind Luke. This must be Julius. I peeked over Luke’s shoulder at him and he was still staring; his face stoic and his eyes hard to read.
“Hello,” he said in a rich British accent. “My name
