The Last Secret

By Shala Mungroo

Valerie Wells was completely distraught when she found out that her parents had died in a car accident or was it even an accident at all?

After reuniting with her childhood friend, Kade Lawson, Valerie leads him on a chase to find out what really happened to her parents and as danger brews, so does the heat between Kade and Valerie. Come along with them on a ride to discover her father's last secret.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shala Mungroo
• Release date: Jul 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781300654551

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The Last Secret

The Last Secret

Version 2

Copyright © 2013 Shala Mungroo

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-300-65455-1

Acknowledgements

I’ve been writing ever since I was a little girl. It seemed that my mind was always filled with stories, all competing to be put on paper first. However, being the exuberant multi-tasker that I am, I never seemed to have the time to write all of them down and with life being life, my writing fell by the wayside as other things took precedence. That’s why I’m dedicating this book to someone special. Someone who not only motivated me to start writing again, but also supported and inspired me throughout the entire process. To my best friend, who is also the love of my life, thank you for just being you, for without you, this book would not have been possible.

Chapter One

It was just past noon when the cherry red Volkswagen bug made its way along the gravel path to the lake house.

Valerie Wells peered out her car window at the two-storey wood and brick structure as if she couldn’t believe that it still existed.

It was six months since her parents both died in a car accident and left the house to her. She had no plans of ever visiting the lake house again, but the house was being sold in two months and she wanted to have a week with it before it was gone for good.

She got out the car, leaned a hip on the door and sighed as memories came over her.

At twenty-four, Valerie had spent may summer at the lake house with her parents swimming, kayaking, fishing, she had done them all.

She ran a hand through her golden, brown, wavy hair, which ended just past her shoulders and which she had secured with a barrette and started opening her back door. She pulled the twenty-inch suitcase out and pulled the handle bar up so she could roll it up to the house.

As she walked towards the door, her cell phone rang. She reached into the pocket of her white shorts and pulled out her phone.

Val, are you there yet? a concerned, male voice asked.

Zack, I told you. I’ve driven this route hundreds of times. I’m fine. Valerie stated as she searched her other pocket for the house keys.

Zack was Valerie’s boss at the Auditing Firm she worked at. He was only eight years older her senior and even though he’d never come right out and flirted with her, his concern towards her was usually more than friendly.

I know hon, but with your parents’ death still being so new, I just wanted to make sure you were okay being there by yourself.

Valerie paused in the act of opening the door and closed her eyes for a moment. She didn’t constantly need the reminder that her parents were dead. They were coming to see her for Christ sakes, when the drunk driver broke the light and hit their car head on.

Like I said Zack. I’ll be fine. Thanks for your concern. I’ll call you if I need anything okay? she tried to control the frustration that was creeping into her voice.

Zack heard it never-the-less and backed off.

Okay hon. Take Care

She ended the call and slipped the phone back into her pocket, before crossing the threshold, rolling her suitcase behind her.

It looked exactly like she remembered it. The living room directly in front of her had two huge sofas that were brightly colored to match the curtains. She remembered reading on those sofas or cuddling and watching movies. Behind the living room was the dining area and to its right, the huge kitchen, her mother’s favourite place. The four bedrooms were upstairs, with Valerie’s room being the last one down the hallway. She wanted to be closer to the lake, where at night; she’d look out the window to watch the moon’s reflection on the lake.

She walked into her room, with its simple four-poster bed, chestnut dresser and wardrobe and sat at the bay window over-looking the lake. She opened the window to let the fresh air in. The only thing missing at that moment was the smell of her mother’s cooking wafting throughout the house from the kitchen.

She wasn’t sure what she was hoping to achieve by coming back here for a week. Maybe she needed closure from her parent’s death. Or maybe she needed a break from the job that was starting to grind at her. The constant, high stress, monotonous job with her over-zealous boss was starting to become an annoyance that she could do without. The fresh air and quiet might help her clear her head and figure out what her next move was going to be.

She looked out at the lake again and the sparkling water seemed to call to her.

She bent to retrieve her suitcase, opened it and rummaged around until she found her swimsuit. She changed quickly and grabbed a towel from the closet in the hallway, before heading out to the deck.

As she passed through the living room, she grabbed the sun block that was always kept in the cabinet and headed out back where the lake shimmered against the mid-day sun. The back of the house had a long, wooden deck accompanied by a patio set and two lounge chairs.

Valerie spread her towel out on one of the chairs and sprayed on her sun block. When she was completely covered, she deposited her bikini-clad body on the chair and proceeded to soak in some Vitamin D.

She had only planned to rest for a couple minutes until the sun-block was dry, but she was so tired from the four hour drive that she promptly fell asleep.

Valerie came awake with a start, at the loud sound of splashing water coming from the lake nearby. The weather was a bit cooler, as the sun was no longer shining brightly overhead, but dipping slightly behind the mountains just ahead of her.

She got off the lounge and peered out at the lake to see a lithe, male body cutting smoothly into the water as he did his laps. She didn’t think that there was anyone out here for miles. Even though the closest house was less than three miles away, it was usually empty since the owners rarely visited.

She was just nearing the lake when the swimmer decided to swim ashore.

Wow! Was her first thought as he lifted his body out of the water.

His eyes focused on her in the distance, so he changed his direction and started walking towards her.

Valerie didn’t mean to stare but she couldn’t help but appreciate the athletic build of his body, which was clad only in navy board shorts. His hair was dark and cut low against his skull. She couldn’t help but wonder what the colour of his eyes was.

Val? he asked surprised, stopping only a foot away from her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, before focusing on his eyes which were a startling emerald colour. Recognition hit her instantly.

Kade? then with gusto, Omg Kade! she flung herself in his arms, uncaring that he was wet and she was wearing only a pale, yellow bikini. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, off her feet laughing.

Kaden Lawson’s parents owned the nearest house to them, Val remembered.

They had first met during a summer some years ago. Kade’s parents were having a party at the house. Val, being a very precocious fourteen year old, had snuck out to get a closer look and that’s when she came across Kade. He was in a tent close to the lake reading a book with a flashlight. It was the glow of the flashlight that drew Val’s attention as she got closer to the house. She had walked up to the tent and raised the flap to look inside.

Kade screamed and dropped the flashlight. Valerie cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked.

Who did you think it was? The boogeyman? she jibed as she crawled inside and sat down next to him.

He surveyed her in her denim shorts and pink tank top.

Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? Kade shouted at her, clearly embarrassed. Don’t you know it’s not polite to sneak up on people?

My name’s Val. I live at the house just down the lake. She said crossing her legs and drawing