The Love of Ace

Chapter 17

Madeline Love

The sound of the door opening to the kitchen caught my attention. Jeremiah came in spreading flower against the counter not even noticing my presence. He turned to the fridge pulling out a bowl full of risen dough

He placed it on the counter laying it out "morning" he jumped looking over at me

"Miss Lila it's 5:30 in the morning why are you awake!" I placed my book down sighing

"I got down here about ten minutes ago, we leave in two hours and it's thanksgiving I'm always up at this time" he grabbed cinnamon sugar from a cupboard

"Well I was instructed to make a special breakfast and I went with my homemade cinnamon buns. Then I head home for the holiday" she smiled

"Do you do anything fun for thanksgiving?" I questioned as he began making the cinnamon filling and he nodded

"I come from a big family, so I get to go to my sisters and cook the turkey and sides for everyone. Big day for a chef, Ace doesn't usually celebrate because it's not his home country but, chance to meet your family Miss"

"I know, I'm terrified. We've still had minimal communication and we barely speak. I've been stuck in this house for a month basically just doing school and painting on occasion"

"You paint?" He questioned

"Blank canvas and records in free time. Usually landscapes or childhood memories. Sometimes abstract art or specific objects" he nodded

"Does Ace know?" I shook my head, only Gwenyth who made a studio for me once she found out. He'd been so busy I rarely saw him

"No it's my space away from all the chaos in my life you know?" He nods

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They stood outside the house as he pulled the car in front. She was more scared than ever to go home for the holiday, no amount of cinnamon buns could cure her nerves.

The black Mercedes hatchback pulled infront of her and she placed her bag in the back. I wanted my mom to know the truth, I didn't want to lead her into a lie to protect her.

My feelings were in a flur, I hated him but I'd be lying if I didn't feel something for him. I needed Sloan to keep me in check with the rememberance of there being a difference between love and lust.

I slid into the passengers seat my travel bag in hand placing it by my feet as I placed a pillow to my side "you brought a pillow?"

"Four hour car ride, I'm sleeping. Don't expect any car jams or chit chat" I buckled my seat belt and leaned back as the car began to move

"So is there anything I should be prepared for?" I looked at him furrowing my brows, this man was truly an idiot walking into the lions den

"Boat load of questions, how we met? What are we? Why'd she leave school? Do you know how to sail? Do you believe in Jesus? Want to chug the rest of this bottle with me? Give me a hand with the turkey will yuh?" He stared at me blankly and then began to laugh

"Oh and the Boston accents very strong, though I didn't inherit it as much"

"You still have one, you just can't tell because it's your own voice" he added "you pronounce milk 'melk' and leave out the 'r' in your words sometimes" he picked up on that?