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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant.

Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.

Cross-posted to FF.net | Soundtrack

-the moon that moves your tides- | -basics of you and me- | -rather hurt than feel nothing at all- | -taste of love oh bittersweet- | -time to face my weakness-

Author Note: I just wanted to say thank you guys for checking this story out. I promise to answer all questions that I can.

-you do what you do-

The drive into town was silent, neither wanted to say anything. Neither knew what they could say.

Lucas turned the radio on, There’s no place like you, no place like you. He felt the tension form in his body but before he could turn it off Riley hit the power button.

“So, what do you need to do in town this morning?”

“I have to pick up Gigi’s birthday present at Harrisons, and you know pick some stuff up at the market.”

“She’ll be nineteen next week huh, I can’t believe she’s that old.”

“Neither can I.” Lucas glanced to Riley, trying to ignore how natural it felt to have her in the passenger seat of his truck, “Sometimes it seems like just yesterday we were taking her and Auggie for picnics in the park.”

“That was a long time ago, we were different people then.” Riley let her eyes fall on him, studying the comfort he had behind the wheel, as she shifted the gears, “We were young and in what we thought was love.”

He almost slammed on the breaks, did she really say that? What they’d had was love, at least at the time, at least for him. “Something like that.”

Riley couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gotten under his skin with that one, “I mean it’s not like I was going down on you, that’s real love isn’t it Lucas?”

“No that’s sex, and it feels great. But what do you know about great sex Riley? Have you ever been with a man that makes you tremble, a man who makes you wet just the way he looks at you.” He looked her over, eyes searing as they fell upon the rise and fall of her breasts.

“I’ve had great sex Lucas, I’m not some cold fish. Also, I at least know the names of everyone who’s been inside of me, every set of lips that have been on me. You can’t say the same, can you?”

His hands gripped the steering wheel, as he pulled into town. He didn’t want to think about any other man touching Riley. All he could think about were how his lips should be on hers, wondering how she would respond to his touch, wondering if he could turn her on with just one look.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I keep saying the things I’m saying.” Riley couldn’t help but see the pain lining his face, “It’s like my filter has vanished, maybe I’ve been in politics too long.”

“Or I just push your buttons.” He pulled up in front of Harrisons, “Or you’re jealous.”

“Oh, yes Lucas, I’m jealous of all the women you’ve gotten on their knees to get you off.” She rolled her eyes, “If that’s what makes you happy great, but if you want to be mayor, or have any future in politics it’s done.”

“Fine, I don’t need it.” He tried to ignore the golden flecks in her eyes that he was sure were lighting up as they poked each other with their words. He held back the words threatening to take over, he took every ounce of strength he had to hold back from pulling her to him, kissing her, showing her what he could make her feel.

Riley undid her seatbelt, feeling the heat, the tension building in the cab of the truck, “Well good then.”

“Let’s get into Harrisons and you can find out what’s up with your ring.” He watched her slide out of the truck, he bit his lip when he saw the back of her shirt ride up just a little exposing her back.

“You coming?” Riley turned to him blushing.

“Just a second.” He grabbed his keys, taking a deep breath before getting out of the truck and walking into Harrisons.

Camilla Harrison was dusting the display cases when she heard the bell over the door come to life. She moved behind the counter smile, “Well Dr. Friar, I bet you’re here to pick up that pair of earrings you ordered for sweet little Gigi.”

“I sure am Camilla, but first my um, Riley here needs your help.” He gestured to her while she’d gotten lost looking at the artwork on the wall of the handmade statement pieces.

Camilla raised an eyebrow, she knew the name, she remembered when Lucas had only been back a few months, coming in to purchase a very nice platinum engagement ring. “It’s nice to meet you Riley, what can we do for you today?”

Riley came over to the counter, removing the ring from her purse, “I um recently received this ring, and I um have a Nickle allergy, it seems the protective coating on it wore away.”

One look was all it took Camilla to know what the issue was, “Well dear, this ring never had a protective coating. This is the kind of trinket you get at Wal-Mart or Claire’s, the sort of thing you wear once or twice and then drop at the bottom of a coffee tin to forget all about until your kid finds it and thinks it’s real.”

“I was told it came from Tiffany’s, it was even in the blue box.” Riley couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Camilla gave her a smile, “I’ll be right back.”

“She’s the best in the state, she can spot a fake from miles away.” Lucas leaned casually against the counter, feeling a strong urge to punch Dave if he ever saw him for having the gall to give Riley a ring she was not only allergic to, but also a complete fake—to allow her to believe it was real. What kind of man would do that? One not worth of Riley that was for sure.

Riley paced around, “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding, I mean he knows about my allergy.”

“I’m sure Corn Chip Dave meant well.” Lucas watched as Riley stood in front of the display of engagement rings, “Though, the style, not what I would expect for you, far too flashy.”

Riley raised her eyebrow as she glanced to him, “Oh really, like you ever thought about me and engagement rings, save it Friar.”

He put his hands up to surrender, knowing he couldn’t tell her the truth, “One of those speaking to you?”

“If I had picked the ring, it’s not what I would’ve picked for myself. It was lovely, but, actually, I would pick something more like this one.”

Lucas watched as she pointed to the one that was identical to the one sitting in the back of his sock drawer. “That’s a nice one, hopefully Dave finds something like that to replace this cheap thing.”

“Were you always this much of a brute when we were younger or is this a new thing?” She looked up, catching a softness in his eyes.

“Well you know, people change people.” He smirked as Camilla came out with a few times.

“Well let’s see what we’re dealing with.” She took out her loupe and studied the stone, shaking her head sadly, “It’s glass, I’m sorry.”

“So, this ring itself is what?”

Camilla took a solution and tested it, “Nickle, again I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” Riley accepted the ring back and slipped it into her purse. Her mind trying to figure out how she ended up with a trinket for an engagement ring, and what I meant for her and Dave.

“Now Lucas, these earrings are gorgeous, Gigi is going to love them. You are a sweet big brother to even think of getting them for her.” Camilla placed a box on top of the counter.

Lucas picked up, snapping it open to study the Ruby earrings with a platinum setting around them, “What do you think Ri, think Gigi will like them.”

Riley took the box and smiled, “These are perfect, meaningful, classic and modern at the same time. She is going to love them.”

“Thank you, she’s been pinning stuff like this on Pinterest for months.” Lucas took the box and snapped it closed, “Camilla they look amazing, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She cleaned up the testing supplies and looked to him, “What did you ever do with that ring you bought years ago?”

“You bought a ring?” Riley was shocked, who could it have been for?

“Camilla is getting me confused with some silly school boy.” He gave a pleading look to drop it, “I’m pretty much a confirmed bachelor.”

“Yeah Lucas would never propose to anyone, that’s not his style.” Riley hated the bitterness of her words.

Camilla clucked, “Oh, he will, to the right woman, and only to the right woman. How long will you be around Riley?”

“Probably not long at all.” Riley realized she had to get out of Texas as quickly as possible, the last thing she needed was to find out about the woman Lucas had loved enough to buy a ring for. “I’m just kind of dropping in before I go back to New York.”

“That’s a shame.” Camilla handed Lucas a bill which he signed, “We’ve got the big Fourth of July dance in a few days, always a good time.”

Lucas sighed, “Thank you Camilla, I’ll see you soon I’m sure.”

Riley moved with him out to the street, “So, who was the girl you were going to propose to?”

“Camilla is getting me confused with someone else.” Lucas lied, “You’re the only girlfriend I’ve ever actually had.” He leaned in close to her, so close he could breathe in her body wash and spray scent, “All I’ve had are skanks on their knees remember?”

“You’re right, you would never propose to a woman, and if you did, you would probably stand her up at the chapel.”

Lucas was crushed by her harsh tone. She really thought that about him, but why? “Come on, we’ve got to get groceries, when we get back to the house you can scrub my social media clean, and yell at me some more if you want. I’m starting to think you like yelling at me.”

“I don’t like yelling at anyone.” She told him as they got in the truck, but he was right she kind of did enjoy yelling at him, releasing so many years of anger, jealousy she’d carried.

“Whatever you say Princess.” Lucas smirked, watching the way her cheeks turned pink when he used the old nick name.

Zay and Gigi were gone when Lucas and Riley arrived back with the groceries, a note left behind saying they’d gone to do an inventory at the bar, prepare for the busy Saturday night but would be home before they had to work for the night.

He and Riley hadn’t really spoken, except over what foods to buy. He noticed she snapped a few pictures of him on her phone, be he didn’t ask why. Part of him hoped it was because she wanted to have a snapshot of him, the real him, but he realized it was most likely for the campaign.

She was confusing him, at some moments she seemed more than happy to help him, to be here, but other moments he could only describe as fiery, she was ready to pack her bags and get out of dodge, or in this case Rosewood Springs as soon as possible.

He didn’t want her to leave.

He didn’t want her to go back to New York and marry Dave.

Fucking Corn Chip Dave of all people.

She belonged here, with him. He could see it.

The way she easily moved around the kitchen, the way she sipped her coffee, the way the sun hit her hair.

“Lucas you’ve got to organize these cabinets, you have so many duplicates of stuff, and it’s all over the place.”

“I know” He smiled softly, “I keep putting it off, I don’t even know a quarter of what’s in these cabinets. I mean there’s stuff from my college days, stuff from my parents before they moved out of the country, Pappy Joe and Mama Betty, and who knows who else has passed stuff on in these cabinets.”

“It would be a great project when you can’t sleep or need to clear your head or something.” Riley suggested as she put the canned goods away.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He grabbed a few bottles from a cabinet and some spices, “So how did you and Dave become a you and Dave?”

Riley paused, she hadn’t anticipated he would ask. “Oh um, well my offices are in the same building as the law firm he works for. Um, I was in the city working on a local election, so I was in the office, which is rare. Really Smackle runs it, crunches the numbers, all the fun stuff. I handle the more personal aspects.”

“Like making sure no skanks appear on my social media.”

“Exactly, and making sure you dress appropriately, and you present yourself the way the voters need to see you.”

“Is that why you were taking pictures of me in the grocery store?”

Riley bit her lip, “You caught that huh?”

“Yeah, I did.” He grabbed a bowl and started to pour his items in, “So you were in New York?”

“Yeah, I was in New York, and every day I would get lunch at this hot dog cart outside the building. You know my weakness for them.” She sighed.

“Because your Mom wouldn’t let you eat them.” He smiled and opened a cabinet revealing it was full of baking mixes for cakes.

Riley grinned, “I could only imagine what Ivy would say if she saw this.” She took out a box of double chocolate mix, “She would probably lecture you about all the sugar in it.”

“She would and then I would say, Well Mama I’m thirty-one years old, if I want to eat some double chocolate cake, I will. I work hard, I’m not laying around doing nothing so I’m going to enjoy a sweet.”

He was close to her, too close as Riley backed away, “So anyway, I was at the hot dog cart one day and I just collided into him. We started chatting, he invited me to go for drinks, and next it was dinner, before I knew it we were dating.”

Lucas grabbed a whisk and stirred the contents of his bowl together, “So, um, do you guys live together?”

“Actually” she put the cake mix down, “I technically still live with my parents. I travel a lot, so instead of waste money on renting an apartment I’m never in I consider that my home base. I mean when I graduated from college I lived with my Uncle Eric while I worked for him in D.C., and then when I moved back to New York, Smackle and I were starting our business so money was tight.”

“I get it, I mean let’s be fair I’m living on my family’s ranch.” He put the whisk in the sink and grabbed the package of chicken he’d left out before opening and tossing the breasts into the mixture. “I mean I’ve got my best friend and younger sister as roommates.”

“I’m really not in New York often.” She confessed as she started gathering the ingredients for the cake not even thinking about what she was doing.

“How do you and Dave do the long-distance thing, like handle it I mean?” He put a cover on the bowl before he shook it coating the meat in his marinade.

“We visit when we can if I’m gone for a while.” Riley started mixing the cake batter together, “Um I was in California when he proposed, on the beach, at sunset.”

“With a cheap ring.” Lucas couldn’t hide the smirk if he wanted to.

“I’m sure he has a reason for it.” Riley defended, though she wasn’t sure what that reason could be.

Lucas put the chicken in the fridge and grabbed a cake pan and the Crisco, “It better be a good reason like he got ripped off somewhere and didn’t realize he was giving you something that would make you sick.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Riley watched as he greased the cake pan and then set the oven to preheat. “So, who was the girl you bought a ring for?”

“I told you, I never bought a ring.” Lucas felt his lower lip quiver, how was any of this fair, she was here in his home, asking questions he didn’t want to answer.

“She broke your heart didn’t she, let me guess some girl you fell for when you got back to Texas, some blonde, blue eyed girl, who treated you like some sort of rock star since you had that big city sophistication, right? You thought this was it, she’s the one, but she turned you down, and you haven’t opened up since to anyone.” She was afraid to look at him, afraid she might give something away.

“Nope, no blonde girl with blue eyes ever made my heart go clip-pity-clop. I did get treated like a rock star by the girls when I got back though. It was annoying at first, they wouldn’t leave me alone, it was like I was some prize they had to win.” He stopped for a moment and looked to Riley, “In fact, I kind of think the women in this town, hell the county still see me as that. It doesn’t help that Gigi keeps submitting me to be Bachelor of the Year.”

“Three years in a row.” Riley finished mixing the batter before pouring it into the cake pan, “If you get me those social media passwords I’ll see what I need to delete for you.”

Lucas handed her his phone, “Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, all here.”

Riley held the phone in her hand, “Thanks, how active are you on social media?”

“Not as active as I was in high school, probably as active as Zay.”

“Okay then, um, I’ll bring this back when I’m done.

Lucas watched as she left the kitchen, he couldn’t help but let their conversation replay, why was she so damn sure he’d fallen for someone when he moved back to Texas? Why was she so sure it was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes?

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