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BECAUSE OF LUCY (Butterfly Days, #1) by Lisa Swallow
New Adult Contemporary Romance
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Because of Lucy (Butterfly Days #1)
Ness’s parents have planned her life but Ness is determined to control her own future. She leaves home and moves to Leeds with childhood friend, Abby, and shocks her parents by turning down a place at medical school to take a job in a call-centre.
Ness meets Evan, a student friend of Abby’s, and isn’t impressed. He’s drunk, arrogant and rarely spends the night without a girl in his bed. But unlike most guys she meets Evan quotes poetry and can hold a conversation, forcing Ness to change her opinion.
Evan is struggling to escape too and throws himself into the student lifestyle to hide from the past following him. In Ness, Evan finds somebody who shares the need to walk away from what people expect him to be.
But Evan can’t hide from his past forever and when Lucy appears she threatens his new relationship with Ness. Ness is unsure she can deal with the effect Lucy has on Evan, and makes a new decision about her future.
When everything falls apart and their new lives and relationship don't go as planned, Ness and Evan are both faced with difficult choices. All because of Lucy.
Because of Lucy
Chapter One
AUTUMN
NESS
There’s a stranger lying in my bed. The streetlight
casts an orange glow through the open curtains and across the tell-tale mound,
and underneath my brand new and expensive bedding is a snoring figure. A male, judging
by the size, and by the decibels. When I left for work this evening, the bed
was definitely vacant.
I drop my bag on my carpeted bedroom floor and swear
loudly. He doesn’t hear. I’m not surprised; the noise of voices and music
downstairs would drown out the sound of my murderous intent towards this moron.
I’m exhausted after an eight-hour shift and this is not what I need.
Slamming the door behind me, I head for the stairs.
The tatty furniture of the lounge room is covered with people, although littered
is the term I’d use. Half a dozen inebriated, scruffy students are draped over
the brown sofa or propped against each other on the threadbare carpet. A couple
gaze at me absently. My housemate, Abby, squints and pulls herself unsteadily
to her feet. She staggers towards me, her drink sloshing from the cup onto the
dirty floor.
“Ness!” she cries, trying to hug me. “You’re home!”
I step back. “I’ve been home for half an hour.”
She blinks. “Have you?”
Her long brown hair escaped the straightening tongs this
evening and sticks up on one side. Abby’s smeared lipstick and her boyfriend,
Matt, nearby indicate why she didn’t notice me coming home.
“Who is in my bed?”
Abby gives me a look; one I’ve learned to identify
over the years. She’s beyond any chance of reasonable conversation. “No idea.”
“Abby, I’ve been working all night. I’m knackered. I
want to go to bed and there’s one of your guests occupying it.”
Abby giggles.
“Not funny!” I snap. “You can’t do this every night;
weekends only for parties. Please.”
We agreed to share a house, her as a student, me
working full-time. What a huge mistake.
“It’s not my fault…”
“What? You mean we were invaded? They just let
themselves into the house?”
The people in the room are becoming familiar, the same
set of friends arranged in their favourite places around the room. Drinking and
smoking, discussing politics and listening to Lou Reed. So hip, so retro. So
clichéd.
“No, but…” She puts a hand over her mouth, making a
noise somewhere between a hiccup and a burp. No, but… she’s the only first year student in the group who lives
in her own house. When the pubs and clubs shut, the friends can’t fit everyone
into one of their dorm rooms, and I have the pleasure of their company most
nights. I want to shout at Abby, tell her how selfish she’s being, but there’s
no point. Her goldfish memory is worse when she’s drunk, and she won’t remember
a thing I say in the morning.
“So where do I sleep?” As if I’m going to get any
sleep in party central anyway.
Again, Abby looks at me blankly.
“For god’s sake, Abby!”
This is pointless. I pick my way through the bohemian
bodies on the floor and into the kitchen. Empty bottles and dinner plates vie
for a place on the cluttered kitchen counter. There’re two glasses left in the
white cupboards and I fill one with water.
Why did I join student Abby in Leeds when I’d rejected
a place at the university myself? I’m rubbing my parents’ faces in it while I
lower myself into the life of a call centre drone. Pride of the family,
Vanessa, was always going to be a doctor, like Daddy. Or she was until I said
‘screw that’. I’m not their precious Vanessa who they can mould into what they
decide I should be. I’m Ness, and I’m doing what I want with my life.
As I regard the state of the so-called elite, studying
class around me, I’m doubly glad I’m not one of them.
“’Scuse me.”
I sidestep the sink and turn to the voice. A tall guy
leans against the doorframe, trying to appear nonchalant, but his slackened
stance indicates he’s attempting to keep himself upright. His brown hair is
longer at the front and spills into his face; unfocused brown eyes look in my
direction. This person is one of the regulars. I don’t pay a lot of attention
to Abby’s friends, but he’s a good-looking guy; and however hard I tried not
to, I’ve noticed him, but not only because of his looks.
Some nights as I eat a late dinner after work at the
table in the corner, I watch the group from my seat with a mixture of despair
and amusement, and this guy intrigues me. Girls gravitate to him, and he turns
on his smile and soaks up their attention, but something I can’t put my finger
on hovers around the confident persona. This guy has his place as the joker who
ensures he’s at the centre of the group, but some nights he’s quiet and focuses
more on drinking and less on girls. Like tonight.
“Yes?” I snap, not in the mood.
He sweeps a gaze along the length of me, eyes
lingering on where my work shirt stretches across my breasts. Unbelievable... I
straighten my sleeves and look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Are you Abby’s housemate?” he asks.
“Who are you?”
“Evan.” He rubs his nose. “You’re not a student.”
“Correct, I am the one not lying in a drunken haze on
the floor contemplating my navel.”
Evan takes a step forward, steadying himself on the
counter with one hand, as my witty repartee sails over his head. “Why?”
“Why am I not on the floor drunk?”
“Why aren’t you a student?”
“Because I work instead.”
“Hmm.” He grasps onto the sink, searching for a glass.
I pass him the spare one. “Did you fail?”
“Fail what?”
Evan fills the glass. “Or are you just not smart
enough for uni? What is it you do?” He gulps the water in three mouthfuls then
wipes his mouth with his hand.
The
arrogant bloody… “That’s
right, I’m not smart enough. I’m living with Abby until I can find a nice man
to marry then I can have my kids and a house in the suburbs. Because, as I’m
not a student, I have no future.”
Evan leans against the sink, his tall frame dominating
the small kitchen. “Fair enough.”
Oh my god, he believes me. How drunk is he exactly?
“So, you think anyone who doesn’t go to university is inferior to you?”
I’ve seen Abby’s friends looking down their noses at
me. To make things worse, the locals band together and hate students, and the
students do the same and clash with the locals. I’m neither. I can’t win.
We’re close now and Evan smells of alcohol and pot,
with a faint hint of a clean scent lingering on his clothes. His plain blue
T-shirt rides up as he leans against the sink; that’s a serious set of abs he
has. Okay, I can’t help myself, I check him out. Beneath his fringe, Evan has
deep brown eyes. Incoherent eyes. I hate to admit, but something about him is
seriously sexy.
Even if he is a dick.
“Well, if you’ll excuse me,” I say.
He sniggers.
“What’s funny?”
“You sound like the Queen.”
Not this again. I get enough crap at work; I moved
from Surrey to Yorkshire and suddenly I’m ‘stuck up Home Counties girl’.
I don’t dignify Evan’s comment with an answer, turn
away, and walk out of the kitchen.
“Want me to get the guy out of your bed?” Evan calls
after me.
I stop and look round. “You know him?”
“I could replace him.”
My mouth drops open at his arrogance. An attempt at a
flirtatious smile plays around his lips, but the unfocused eyes kill the effect
he’s trying to achieve. He’s serious. Evan has his ready supply of eager girls;
I guess it doesn’t matter to them how conceited he is. Some girls go for his
type. Not me.
I step towards him. “Evan, I am not one of those drunk
girls in there. I have no interest in you getting into my bed. Good night.”
Feeling happy with my retort, I weave back through the
lounge in the direction of the stairs. Behind me, Evan impersonates my words
with an exaggerated posh accent.
It’s a good thing I’m sober; otherwise, I’d go back
and slap him.
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