“You’re sure,” she searched his eyes for a long moment as he nodded eagerly.
“Oh yeah, I’m definitely sure about this one,” he nodded
emphatically
reaching for the condom once again as Jenna held it just out of his
reach
shaking her head at him.
“Allow me,” she urged him on placing her hand over the center of his
chest before pressing him back onto the blankets. An eager
expression
washed over her features as Hart lay back on her bed, awaiting her
instructions
as she climbed in over him, straddling his thighs brazenly. Her
hand
dipped down to touch his straining masculinity now revealed to her in
the
glorious splendor of full arousal as she touched him. Stroking
him
gently she watched his eyes divide with the combination of pleasure and
sweet torture she was inflicting upon him with her skilled caress as a
breath escaped his lips.
“Jenna, baby please,” he groaned unable to contain himself as his body
arched up towards her, feeling her exquisite blend of torture over him.
“I never did tell you just how very impressed with you I was the last
time we were like this,” Jenna leaned forward, her hair dropping down
over
her shoulder and tickling his thighs as she continued to touch him,
watching
the way he was at her mercy before she bridged the distance between
them
taking the time to taste the fire burning beneath the surface as she
took
him between her lips.
“Oh God Jenna,” Hart bucked up against her feeling himself mesmerized
by the way she was pleasuring him as suddenly things seemed to be
building
up into something that he wasn’t quite sure he could control any
longer.
With each flick of her tongue over him, he felt himself closer to the
edge
and as he thought to how long they’d waited for this moment between
them,
he reached out to her struggling to fight the feeling building up
inside
of him as she had him at her complete disposal, “Jenna wait…”
“Hart, you’re just so very amazing,” she murmured against his passion
flushed body seeing the way she’d managed to mesmerize him completely
as
she rolled the condom over him before repositioning herself above him.
“You’re the amazing one Jenna,” he replied unable to get enough of
her as his gaze traveled over her desperate for so much more as his
hands
dropped down over her hips guiding them closer to completion with one
another.
“That’s all you have to say at a time like this, huh,” she teased with
a tiny giggle wiggling over him in such a fashion that he feared desire
would overtake him, but before he could get carried away with the
moment,
he squeezed her hips gently keeping her still above him.
“I just need you to know something before we do this Jenna,” Hart began
to sit up as he held her over him, teetering on the brink of
completion.
“Yes,” she questioned, her eyes glazed over with passion as she shifted
over him.
“I love you,” he confessed pulling her body in over his, feeling the
world stand still as she sheathed him, bringing them to completion with
one another at long last.
“I love you too,” she whispered against his mouth capturing his lips
in another explosive kiss before rising up on her knees to break away
from
him only to come crashing down over him again and again as their love
making
began a reality in this moment of togetherness.
Keeping his eyes on Jenna’s, Hart guided their movements setting a
rhythm between them as Jenna’s breaths came out in low, shallow pants
only
further encouraging him as he watched the way they were together in the
moment, bodies and hearts in complete union as passion built and
expanded
between them. His lips skimmed over her breasts tasting and
teasing
her as she rocked over him, their movements more desperate and wild as
unrestrained of cries built up inside of her.
Unable to contain himself a moment longer, Hart curled his arms around
her waist, pushing her back onto the mattress feeling the need for more
control of their movements with one another. He buried himself
inside
of her entering her again and again with thrust after desperate thrust
as his fingers sought out hers, lacing their hands together. He
urged
them up over head, his eyes drawn to her mouth as slow whimpers erupted
from inside of her. She arched up into him, her body bursting
with
desire until the moment exploded between them and carried her away to
the
heavens with him riding the wonderful waves of her eruptions until he
too
was carried away by the moment losing himself to the magic of the woman
he loved as she was lost in a world of desire that only existed between
them.
As their passion began to subside, Hart drank up the residual cries
that fell from her lips after their trip to the heavens slowly brought
them back to the moment with one another. Feeling her damp skin
against
his, he couldn’t help but imagine anything more perfect than this
moment
with her as he rolled onto his back taking her with him as she snuggled
into his chest caught up in the rapture of what had just transpired
between
them. A long silence carried over them as Hart’s finger tips
teased
over her spine cradling her in against him.
“Hey beautiful,” Hart murmured feeling himself lost in a drunken haze
as Jenna’s love had intoxicated him on so many unspoken levels as in
holding
her like this, he found himself in a moment of sheer bliss wanting
nothing
more than to have it last forever. When she didn’t respond, he
felt
a moment of uneasiness creep in over him as he lifted his head to look
at her, “Jenna, hey are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she nodded tilting her eyes up towards him as a smile crept
in over her features, “it’s just that this was…well that it’s just…”
“Just what?” Hart questioned seeing the cryptic expression that pressed
over her sexy, passion flushed features as she crawled up over his body
bringing her lips just above his.
“Just wow,” she breathed melting her mouth to his in a tender kiss
as his arms curled around her keeping her as close as possible as their
kiss ended and he noticed the smile that still lit up her features,
“and
to think the world hasn’t ended.”
“No, I don’t think it has,” Hart agreed with a teasing grin, “although
if it has, right now that’s truly irrelevant to me.”
“Funny thing,” Jenna giggled as her voice held a low, sultry air to
it, “I was just experiencing that same thought.”
“I guess it just proves we’re more in sync with one another than you
want to admit,” he eased his fingertips lazily over her spine,
impressing
her warmth into his every synapse.
“Either that or we’ve both completely lost our minds,” she teased
nibbling
on his lip gingerly as a low purr seemed to resonate from within,
“though
right now I really don’t give a damn what the logical explanation for
this
is.”
“Why it’s quite simple,” Hart confessed squeezing her in his arms
before
rolling over her once again as a seriousness enveloped the moment, “as
logic has nothing to do with what this is because it’s love
Jenna.
That’s the only explanation.”
“Love huh,” she repeated with an overwhelmingly beautiful smile, “well
if that’s what you want to call it, I suppose I might be up for
accepting
that especially since we’re both still breathing and feeling very
satisfied
I might add.”
“Hmm, well maybe that’s a sign that our luck is changing,” he murmured
skimming his lips over her shoulder, “and with that thought in mind,
maybe
we should work on testing the waters to see just how much more we’ve
got
ahead of us.”
“How’s your head,” she questioned gently.
“Well I’m certainly seeing stars, but it has nothing to do with that
ashtray you launched at me and entirely everything to do with you,” he
confessed leaning up to catch her lips in a heated kiss, “as you’ve
inspired
so many sinful notions in me tonight that I’m quite certain we’ll have
to try out. I mean hey, you don’t want me to fall asleep at a
time
like this with the impending threat of a concussion, do you?”
“Oh you are feeling daring now, aren’t you,” she giggled feeling his
fingers brush over the dip of her hip.
“Hey, I nearly died twice tonight and I still can’t find myself unable
to get enough of you,” he motioned to his head, “so maybe you can take
this as you’ve finally knocked some sense into me because I’m very
dedicated
to exploring this new phase of our relationship.”
“I just bet you are,” she laughed lightly as he threw her a pointed
look.
“I dare you to try and tell me that you didn’t just enjoy what happened
between us,” Hart threw back at her.
“Hmm, well the memory is a bit hazy and as you said you did hit your
head there, so maybe what you’re thinking it was isn’t nearly as
amazing
as you believe considering that…” her words were cut off as he tickled
her sides with a newfound determination.
“I’ll show you a whole new meaning of amazing,” Hart taunted unable
to resist the urge to play around with her as she threw her arms around
him, her dark sultry eyes filled with that same desire he’d experienced
moments earlier when she was at her most vulnerable, wild and free in
the
heat of the moment with him as she lost control.
“God I hope so,” Jenna blurted out kissing him heatedly as Hart
realized
that while fate had been set on giving them a hard time, this
experience
with Jenna had been well worth the wait and now that he’d had a taste
of
her, he was going to explore all the many facets of the newfound bond
between
them for all it was worth as nothing was going to keep him from the
woman
who’d captured his heart and taught him what it was like to fall in
love
at long last.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jade stepped into Gabe’s hotel room before she tripped over her own feet and landed in the floor. She burst into a bundle of giggles as she lay on the plush carpet and rolled to her back.
Gabe shook his head with a wry grin as he switched on the lights and closed the door behind him. He crouched beside her and extended his hand to her, “Come on. Let’s get you to the sofa, and I’ll order some coffee.”
“No, not coffee,” She looked around the room, “Where’s the mini bar?”
“I think you’ve had enough alcohol for one night,” He informed her as he helped her off the floor and set her down on the sofa, “Stay right there.”
“Where else am I going to go?” She said as she leaned over on the cushions and turned to watch him walk towards the telephone, “Gabe, you’re a really nice guy, you know.”
“Thanks,” He smiled as he picked up the phone, “Room Service? Yes, I’d like a pot of very strong, very black coffee as soon as possible. Thank you,” He hung up the phone and moved back to her side, “Jade, are you okay?” He asked as he touched her cheek gently, “You don’t look so good.”
Jade looked at him through bleary eyes before she took a deep breath and spoke seriously, “Are you sure you’re gay?” She stopped suddenly, “Oh god, can I call you that or does that offend you? I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t offend me,” He assured her.
“But you know,” She sighed, “You’re such a great guy, and it’s a damn shame that you’re interested in guys,” She frowned, “It’s too bad. We need good guys who aren’t self destructive and are loyal and mean what they say when they give you your word.”
“Sounds like you’re wanting the exact opposite of the man you’re in love with,” Gabe observed, “Maybe that should be your clue.”
“No,” She declared firmly, “I love Grady. I do. I’d just really like to beat some sense into him,” She frowned.
“Inflicting violence isn’t exactly something you do to someone you love,” He advised her.
“Oh come on. Aren’t there times when you’d like to smack your guy upside the head to knock some sense into him?” She asked, “I’m not saying I’d like to kill Grady, but boy he could use a little whack upside his noggin.”
“Noggin?” Gabe asked with a laugh, “I think you need that coffee a little more than I thought.”
“I just love Grady so much,” She said as she broke down into tears, “I love him, and I want to help him but he just doesn’t seem to want that. All he wants to do is make his life worse. It’s like he doesn’t even realize that he’s making himself even more miserable,” She wiped tears from her eyes, “I just want to make him happy. Is that so horrible of me?”
“No, it’s not horrible at all,” He replied as he hugged her close to him, “You’re a good person, and you just want to share that with a man who can appreciate it. It’s not a bad thing at all.”
“But…I just…how can I get him to see that I want the best for him?” She cried as she leaned into him.
“I don’t know the answer to that one, Jade. If I did, I’d have things all worked out with my Guy,” He relayed sadly as the telephone began to ring. He groaned slightly, “Let me get that.”
“Okay. Hopefully it’s your Guy and he wants to see you. It’d be nice to see a couple work things out for a change,” Jade said as she wiped tears from her cheeks.
Gabe answered the telephone as he looked back towards Jade, “Hello?”
“Gabe, if you think sending your lawyer after me is going to stop me from doing what I want for our daughter, you’re sadly mistaken,” Noelle screamed at him over the phone.
“Noelle, I’m really not in the mood to argue with you right now. You are not going to make life altering decisions for our daughter without my participation,” He declared.
“This isn’t about you, Gabe. This boarding school is the best, and she could really learn a lot there.”
“She’s six years old,
Noelle. I hardly think that’s old enough
to be shipped off to
“Like hell you will. I’ll not have my daughter raised by you and your little boyfriend,” Noelle screeched.
“And I’ll not have
you banishing
“And you want to give her a family?” She snorted, “If you wanted to do that, you wouldn’t have abandoned us to chase some boy toy around.”
“That wasn’t what happened, and you know it,” Gabe argued, “You know what? We’re not having this argument. I’m done with you tonight, Noelle. We’ll talk about this later,” He said firmly as he hung up the phone. At that same moment, a knock at the door announced the arrival of room service. He opened the door and accepted the coffee, tipped the delivery boy and moved to the sofa with Jade.
“Jade? Jade?” Gabe asked as he looked to her, realizing she had passed out on him and was now hanging halfway off the sofa. He shook his head as he slipped off her shoes and positioned her on the sofa comfortably. He covered her with a soft throw and placed the coffee aside. He moved back to his own bed and began to undress. He knew that tomorrow morning would be hell on earth for Jade, and he would need his rest to help her through the hellacious hangover she was bound to have.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Grady slammed the door closed as he marched over to the coffee table and placed down the brown bag he’d gotten from the package store. He shrugged out of his jacket and sat down on his sofa. He stared at the brown bag for a moment as he thought of what had driven him here.
He wasn’t a happy man…he wasn’t sure he ever had been. Things had always gone wrong for him especially when he’d planned something for the future. He had planned happiness for himself and Jade, and what had happened? He’d screwed it up. Just like always.
He pushed down the brown bag to reveal the bottle of bourbon he’d purchased. He tore off the wrapper around the neck and opened the bottle. He stared at the bottle for a moment more before he put the bottle to his lips and chugged down a big gulp.
He hadn’t intended to indulge in his biggest vice at all tonight. In fact, he’d avoided temptation when Susan had tempted him with a blatant offer of bourbon. He’d been proud of himself when he’d refused her and left her standing alone in the bar. He’d avoided temptation…until he’d seen Jade outside the club.
Grady chugged down a long drawl of bourbon before he let out a slow breath. He’d recognized the guy as the man who’d brought Seth to his house drunk. It wouldn’t have mattered as much had she just been with him, but she was being cute and playful and reminded him of all the times she’d been that way with him.
He took another long drawl and licked his lips. He loved Jade. It was never a question of love. Instead it was a question of his inability to behave himself when it came to Avery.
Avery. That woman had done nothing but drive him insane for years. She’d been a total pain in the ass from day one, and while she’d made Russ happy for a few years, the misery she’d left him in afterwards made the happiness pale in comparison. And now that she was back in the Denton circle, she was inflicting that misery upon Grady.
Grady chugged more of the potent alcohol before he stood up and walked across the room. He needed to burn off some of the anger he was feeling about that woman. If it weren’t for her inflicting herself on Russ all over again, Grady would be spending the evening with Jade instead of drinking all over again. If it weren’t for Avery, Jade wouldn’t be flirting with another man. If it weren’t for Avery…if only it weren’t for Avery…
With that thought in mind, he took another hearty gulp of the bourbon and plucked his keys from the coffee table where he’d discarded them. He twirled the keys on his finger as he grasped his bourbon bottle by the neck and made his way to the door. Why should he be miserable alone when the person who’d caused all this was probably at home getting doted on by his idiot brother? He wasn’t going to let that continue as he wanted to make Avery feel his pain as intensely as he did, and he was going to make her feel every bit of his misery right now.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Well tonight was interesting to say the least,” Mindy began turning
her attention to the stars above as she and Guy strolled along the
neighborhood
with one another making their way towards her apartment once again.
“I’m just sorry that it had to be such a downer with all the things
that are happening with my Mum,” Guy sighed lost in the concerns that
had
carried over him about his mother’s abduction, “as this is one of the
last
things I’d wanted to have to be worried about.”
“Guy, I know how hard this is on you and I just want you to know that
regardless of what happens, I’m here for you,” Mindy reached for his
hand
as they strolled down the sidewalk side by side. Lacing their
fingers
within one another, she began to swing his arm out with each forward
step
they’d made with one another. She turned her eyes towards him
seeing
so much sadness hanging over him as her heart ached for the pain he was
experiencing in this moment in time, “Somehow your mom will come home
to
you again.”
“I just hope it’s not in pieces or in a box,” Guy sighed stopping
mid-step
as he turned to face her, “because I don’t know how I’m going to deal
with
something like that if this doesn’t pan out.”
“Guy, they’re going to find a way to keep that from happening,” Mindy
offered up in encouragement as her dark eyes fixed upon him, “You just
have to believe…”
“You’re asking me to put implicit faith into the law enforcement people
here and well, they aren’t exactly on the top of the reliability list
it
seems,” Guy pointed out with a heavy frown, “I mean sure, they mean
well,
but really when it gets down to it, my mother isn’t much more to them
than
another case that needs to be solved one way or another whether she’s
alive
or dead.”
“God, you’re just full of morbid thoughts tonight, aren’t you,” Mindy
scowled up at him, “You know if you keep on thinking that way, you’re
going
to be bound to drive yourself straight to the point of madness in no
time.”
“You wouldn’t be any different if something happened to your mother,”
Guy pointed out with a matching scowl of his own, “Speaking of which,
care
to tell me how it is you wound up spending your time out here instead
of
with her over at her place?”
“Please don’t tell me your mother has rubbed off on you about where
a person should be on a socioeconomic status there,” Mindy’s lip curled
in a pout as she saw something spark behind his eyes upon her words.
“Mindy, it’s got nothing to do with your status, but more so, well
to be honest with you, the place you’re staying at is a dump.
It’s
not at all where you should be as it’s this little hole in the wall
that
isn’t at all what you need,” he insisted a seriousness sweeping over
him
as he fixed his gaze upon her.
“It might not be much, but it’s mine,” Mindy stated matter of fact,
“I mean sure I could easily stay with my mother and mooch off of her
and
her successes, but I’d really rather not considering that this is about
me and my making it in the world.”
“You’ve done rather well for yourself which is why I don’t understand
you’re staying at that place,” Guy continued as they started towards
her
apartment once again, “I mean clearly you’re making enough money to
stay
somewhere that’s a bit nicer.”
“Hmm, yeah I could do that, but then I’d have to slave my life away
making the payments and everything else that comes along with it.
Here the rent is cheap and the neighbors kind of just stick to
themselves.
It’s a place where I can just do my thing and no one really asks
questions
I suppose,” Mindy shrugged her shoulders as a smile spread over her
features,
“I mean hey the way I see it, I’m making my own rules and living life
the
way I want to.”
“I totally respect that, but at the same time you really should think
about some place a little less, well,” he paused searching for the
right
words, “I mean Mindy, that area of town isn’t exactly the safest place
to be.”
“I’m not exactly a fragile flower her Guy,” Mindy reminded him with
a spunkiness in her tone, “I do know martial arts you know.”
“Even so that doesn’t amount to much when someone runs in with a gun
demanding violence,” Guy pointed out once again shaking his head as he
could see her stubborn, independent side coming to the surface, “I mean
really how bad would it be to move somewhere on the other side of
town…”
“It wouldn’t be who I am,” Mindy argued with him, “and you of all
people
should know how that isn’t a thing you want to do. I mean if you
think about it, all my life I’ve had to struggle. Sure, my mom
might
have it all now, but she had to work for it. When my father took
off leaving her alone with a daughter to raise on her own, she had to
take
job after pathetic job that was beneath her just because she was
naïve
enough to let someone promise her the world.”
“Mindy, your mother’s come a long way in her life,” Guy started sensing
a sadness in her voice.
“Even so, with having me so young, she had no money, no education and
no family considering that my grandparents shunned her after she found
herself in such a disastrous position. We kept going from place
to
place trying to make it until one day my mother decided to take fate
into
her own hands and make things happen by going back to school and
fighting
for her place in the world,” Mindy thought back to her tense years as a
child, “Mom and I made it and now, well now I guess I’m just trying to
follow in her footsteps and make my own mark.”
“But you already have,” Guy stopped her touching her shoulder gently
as their eyes connected beneath the winter moonlight, “as you’re an
incredible
woman with a heart of gold and a spirit unlike any other…”
“Even so,” Mindy sighed feeling a wind whip up around her face causing
her hair to move with the breeze, “I just have to prove to myself that
I can make it on my own. That I can find it in me to become half
the woman my mother became.”
“You are,” Guy insisted watching something build over her face as it
felt like a combination of sadness and something else he couldn’t quite
place, “You’re twice the woman she is. I mean don’t get me wrong,
your mom is a great person with a wonderful heart, but you have that
extra
something special that makes you…”
“What?” Mindy questioned feeling a chill sweep over her cheeks tickling
at her face.
“Sensational,” Guy smiled down at her, “Mindy, I have no doubt in my
mind that one day you’re going to make your mark in this world and when
you do, well everyone had better watch out because you’re going to
knock
them dead.”
“Oh boy,” Mindy laughed lightly shaking her head at him, “we’re going
back to flattery. Now I know I’m in trouble.”
“It’s not flattery. It’s the truth,” he reached out to touch
her cheek gently, “as you know I wouldn’t give you anything less than
that.”
“I know that Guy,” she nodded feeling a silence sweep over them as
her gaze drifted over his lips remembering the days when they’d been
hers
to share in a moment of tenderness--when kissing him for hours seemed
to
be the miracle cure to whatever was bothering her, but now as she
thought
to their current situation, she realized how off limits he had become
to
her and she forced herself to turn away clearing her throat as she
stepped
forward, “My place isn’t really that bad. I mean sure it needs a
little fixing up there, but it has potential.”
“Maybe in an alternate universe, but Mindy darling that place is so
not you,” Guy sped up to stride beside her as he thought to the small
apartment
he’d visited her at, “You deserve a palace.”
“What so I can live like a queen like you do?” she threw back with
a teasing wink.
“Hey, I’ll have you know I have an incredible place in Europe.
One that would knock your socks off and well, while I’m staying at
Avery’s
while I’m in town, it does have some serious potential,” he informed
her
proudly thinking to his current living space.
“Yeah, well your sister has great taste and amazing luck in some
areas,”
Mindy sighed heavily, “I mean what woman wouldn’t want what she has?”
“You mean a psychotic ex-boyfriend trying to take away the life she’s
worked so hard to have for herself,” Guy questioned in confusion
surprised
by her words.
“No silly,” she shook her head turning her eyes towards him for a brief
moment, “I mean in having someone who loves her so very completely that
when they’re together, the whole world seems right. You know to
have
that kind of love that epic romances are written about--to know that
your
soul mate is there with you and regardless of what the world throws at
you, he’ll be the one to support you every step of the way.”
“Oh Mindy, sweetheart, did you join the Harlequin book of the month
club yet again,” Guy couldn’t help but tease bringing his arm around
her
shoulders with a tiny laugh as she poked him in the ribs.
“Guy, I’m totally serious on this one,” Mindy’s lip curled in a pout,
“You can’t honestly tell me that you look at Russ and Avery and don’t
find
yourself just a tad bit envious of what they have together.”
“Actually, I think that there’s a lot of work that goes into what they
have and I’ve seen my sister shed a lot of tears over that man,” Guy
admitted
thinking to his sister’s tortured romance with Russell, “They’ve had
about
as many downs as they’ve had ups through the years.”
“But when they’re together, the way they light up a room,” Mindy
explained
feeling a sentimentality creep in over her, “it’s just pure magic.”
“Oh boy,” Guy groaned inwardly, “not you too.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with believing in the dream that one day happily
ever after could exist for you,” Mindy questioned with a scowl, “I mean
you were ready to sing the praises of romance a short time ago
yourself.”
“Yeah well that was before things got complicated,” Guy frowned as
his thoughts drifted back to Gabe and he found himself wondering why
Gabe
hadn’t picked up the phone and called him just once. Sure Noelle
had a tendency to make things difficult for Gabe, but Guy had hoped
that
his lover would’ve found a moment to just check in--to just call to say
that he was thinking about him and that things would work themselves
out
as Gabe had done in the past.
“Complications are often a sign of troubles that people aren’t really
ready to face when they thing all the world is right in a
relationship,”
Mindy piped in interrupting his thoughts as he eyed her curiously.
“I thought you were just preaching about romance and happily ever
after,”
Guy gave her a strange look.
“Well yes, but sometimes complications arise because the road to
happiness
isn’t the one that we’re taking,” Mindy continued with a certain
passion
in her voice, “I mean for example, take a person who spends forty years
working in the same dead end job claiming that it keeps them content
until
they retire and reflect on the years they’ve wasted in misery when
their
real destiny was just waiting for them to take it by the reigns and
turn
it into a reality. It’s just an endless string of missed
opportunities
filled with complications and signs that were there along the way that
the situation that person was in wasn’t the right path, but by the time
they see the truth to where they belonged, it’s too late for them.”
“Now who’s being morbid,” Guy questioned arching his brow as she shook
her head at him in frustration.
“You’re just never going to get it, are you Guy? You are just
too caught up in what you think you’re supposed to be doing and what
you
think that is where you’re meant to be that you can’t see what’s right
in front of you because you’d rather just ignore the moment as it’s
happening
before you,” Mindy declared with a huff balling her fists at her side
as
anger flashed behind her eyes.
“Mindy, sometimes a moment fees like it’s happening for a perfectly
good reasoning, but in reality it more than likely isn’t meant to be
happening
at all,” Guy stated plainly sensing something more to where the
conversation
was headed as she shook her head at him. A groan spilled from her
lips as she stepped in towards him.
“You are such a clueless idiot sometimes and I don’t know why I waste
my time with you Guy,” her voice grew in intensity as she looked to the
ground, “You really don’t know a good thing when it’s well within your
reach.”
“Mindy, I do, but I just…” Guy began seeing her apartment complex just
up ahead as she turned away from him.
“Save it Guy,” she cut him off abruptly forcing herself to stop from
looking at him, “as I don’t want to hear it.”
“Maybe not, but maybe we should get things clear as I don’t want there
to be any misunderstandings between us,” he reached out to her touching
her shoulder gently as she spun around to face him tears pooling in her
eyes.
“Oh believe me I wish it were that simple Guy, but it’s not.
Here I thought I could do this--that I could bring myself to not feel
anything
for you after all this time, but here you are again. I really
believed
that when I found out you were gay that I could deal with the
situation.
For a long time I tried to think of all the things I could’ve done
wrong
because in my heart I loved you with everything I had and I wanted so
much
for us. Even now as I stand here trying to deny my heart, all I
can
think about is how much you mean to me--about how much I haven’t
stopped
caring about you…”
“Mindy, I care about you too,” Guy began gently hating to see her tears
as she stood taller shaking her head at him wildly.
“No Guy, you don’t get it,” she argued with him, her voice a broken
sob as her eyes fixed upon his, “Guy, I love you and I’ve never loved
anyone
like I love you and knowing that I can never be with you, well it’s
only
making me crazy and I hate being crazy as it’s the last thing I ever
wanted
in my life.”
“Mindy,” he reached out for her once again seeing how hurt she was
as she shrugged out of his reach.
“Please Guy,” she closed her eyes taking in a desperate breath, “don’t
make this any worse as I already feel like a fool.”
“You aren’t a fool as you’re an incredible, wonderful woman,” he
stepped
in towards her unable to find the right words as his arms curled around
her waist feeling her soft sobs into his chest as his heart broke in
two
at the thought of what he was doing to her in forcing her to play a
part
in his life that was clearly tearing her apart, “Mindy, I’m so sorry.”
“So am I,” she continued breaking into tiny cries as she held onto
him, “I just don’t understand why. I don’t see why you can’t just
love me--why you can’t just feel for me the way that I…” she took in a
heaving breath as she tilted her head up towards him, her eyes burning
with frustrated tears as he held her, “Guy, why can’t you just…”
“Mindy,” he started struggling to find the right words as he wanted
to kick himself over and over again for hurting her, for causing her
the
tears that had carried her into a world of misery. He felt her
breaking
down faster by the moment, falling to a despair as his arms caged
around
her and in that instant he felt far worse than he’d ever anticipated
feeling
about the deceptions he’d been keeping from the world around him.
While he’d been so adamant about not letting his mother know about his
relationship with Guy before the time was right, he’d not only
alienated
himself from his lover, but now he’d hurt the greatest, most wonderful
friendship he’d ever known, “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry just isn’t good enough Guy. It’s not what I need from
you,” Mindy blurted out harshly as she threw her arms around him
desperately
unable to contain herself as her mouth sought out his kissing him with
an unfulfilled longing that rocked Guy’s world into a state of
stupor.
He could taste the saltiness of her tears as she continued to claim his
mouth seeking out the one thing he’d denied her since he’d returned to
town and as his arms still held her, he found himself hating how hard
he’d
pushed her into his world of deception as he could feel her anguish
behind
the determined kiss.
“Mindy,” he breathed as she tore herself away from him, tears streaming
down her cheeks as she took a step back shaken by what had transpired.
“Oh God…” she gasped in horror turning away in a haste, “I’m sorry…”
“Mindy wait,” Guy pleaded with her watching her race off to her
apartment
as he stood beneath the moonlight feeling like quite possibly the worst
man in the world after the way he’d treated her. He hadn’t taken
her feelings into consideration and now as she fled from him, he wanted
nothing more than to erase the pain that he’d caused her--that he’d
caused
everyone as she slipped away into the night making her way to her
apartment
alone.
Time seemed to stand still as the world came crashing down around
Guy.
In that instant he felt more alone than ever as he’d alienated Gabe and
Mindy from his life all in a quest to please his mother with the lies
that
he’d kept for so very long. Even now as he thought to his
mother’s
kidnapping, he wondered if he’d ever get the chance to be honest with
her
about his heart. Then again, as he thought to the pain and
sadness
behind Mindy’s eyes, he began to question just what was in his heart as
clearly he wasn’t the man he thought he was if he could only cause pain
and misery to those he loved. First, he’d pushed Gabe away and
now
as Mindy rushed off, he felt yet another piece of him slipping away.
“I can’t do this,” Guy mouthed to himself pushing his pride aside as
he chased off after Mindy refusing to leave things unsettled between
them
as he needed her in his life. He needed her to understand how he
felt for her--how he loved her and cared for her and never meant to
hurt
her in all of this. She was the one special person in his life
and
in a strange way they’d been like cosmic soul mates. Sure, it
might
not have been how she’d anticipated it being, but the simple truth was
that a part of her held his heart and her friendship meant the world to
him and that was something worth fighting for.
Feeling like the worst possible person in the world in a moment like
this, Guy made his way to her less than savory apartment ready to
grovel
and do whatever it took to redeem himself in her eyes as he couldn’t
bear
the thought of losing her as well. He needed her to see just how
special she was to him and now as he entered the hallway leading to her
apartment, he noticed that her apartment door was opened just a bit as
if it had been torn open in a haste. His heart thudded in his
chest
as he drew in a slow breath, tentatively approaching the apartment as
he
wondered just what he could do or say to make the situation right.
Slowly pushing the door to her apartment open, Guy peered inside
seeking
her out as his eyes fell upon something far worse than Mindy in the
midst
of a heartbreak. There before him on the floor were the remains
of
her belongings, shattered and torn apart as it seemed that someone had
ransacked her apartment in their absence. Suddenly panic flooded
over him as he feared the worst, wondering if something had happened to
his best friend in the short time they’d been separated. Making
his
way through the apartment, he could see that whomever had been inside
had
managed to tear the whole place apart as he pushed his way into the
bedroom
seeing the same treatment that the living room had gotten.
“Mindy,” Guy called out her name half expecting her to be hiding
somewhere
when he heard the sounds of sobbing from the small laundry area just
off
to the side of the kitchen. Stepping forward, he peered into the
small space finding her crouched down on the floor as her clothing was
scattered around the floor, in a sheer hurricane of disaster as she
knelt
down beside a broken piece of some kind of ceramic.
“Go away,” Mindy sobbed lightly keeping her eyes on the pieces of
shattered
ceramic in her hand.
“Mindy, what happened,” he questioned refusing to leave her as he knelt
down beside her assessing the damage that had been done while they were
out.
“I suppose you were right,” she threw back at him with tear filled
eyes, “Not only is my love life a complete mess, but someone decided to
show me just what a mistake I was making in trying to claim something
as
my own with this place. The door was open when I got home and
everything
of any kind of importance is gone. My jewelry, the television and
the DVD player…” she sniffled curling her fingers around the fragments
of ceramic in hand, “even my savings. I had all of my money
tucked
away in this jar that you and I made back in high school and now…” she
motioned to the few coins on the floor, “that’s all there is.”
“Oh Mindy,” Guy reached out to her hugging her in his arms tightly,
“I’m so sorry…”
“It just figures,” she continued to cry unable to contain herself as
she broke down in his arms, “first I go and make a mess of things with
you and now, well now I lose everything else I had going for me.”
“No, that’s not true,” he whispered as he squeezed her tighter in his
arms, “you haven’t lost everything as you still have me.”
“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes as she forced herself to look at him,
“Don’t patronize me at a time like this as I know what this
means.
You’re just trying to make me feel better and shut me up long enough to
get through this mini-crisis so that you can ship me back off to my
mother’s
where you both can say I told you so…”
“No, actually I wasn’t thinking anything even remotely like that at
all,” he whispered dropping a kiss down on her forehead before
squeezing
her in his arms once again, “as I was thinking something more along the
lines of us calling the police over and then cleaning this place up a
bit
before we went back to Avery’s place for tonight.”
“Avery’s place,” she repeated in confusion as her eyes turned to him
once again.
“That’s right,” he nodded wiping at her cheeks gently, “I mean hey
I’m a jackass and it’s the least I can do.”
“I don’t want your pity Guy,” Mindy frowned sitting up straighter as
she attempted to pull herself out of his arms.
“Good because you aren’t getting any of it,” Guy threw back at her
sharply, “as my invitation had nothing to do with pity and everything
to
do with what you mean to me.”
“Guy…” Mindy began again confusion setting in over her features as
he wiped at her cheek, brushing the tears away with his thumb as he
held
her.
“Look Mindy, I can’t promise you I can give you what you want as you
and I both know things aren’t that easy,” he leaned in towards her
catching
her lips in a tender barely there brush of a kiss before he pulled back
pressing his forehead against hers and closing his eyes, “Mindy, I
don’t
want to ruin what we have with one another as you mean the world to me
regardless of what happens next.”
“You mean the world to me too Guy,” Mindy confessed feeling her own
eyelids heavy as he held her in his arms offering up a moment of safety
and security despite the ways her world had been turned upside down in
a matter of minutes.
“Then let me help you through this,” he pleaded with her, “Let’s help
each other and see what we can do to keep this pain from being the
thing
that tears us apart.”
“Guy, I’m not asking you to change who you are as I know that you can’t
do that no matter how hard I want you to be the man I’ve longed to
share
my life with,” Mindy whispered drawing in a slow, trembling breath, “I
know that’s asking the impossible and after what I did earlier…”
“How about we just forget about that for now and focus on straightening
things up around here,” he suggested gently as he continued to embrace
her, “We’ll call the police and then go to Avery’s and start over again
in the morning. We’ll sit down and have a real talk about things
and about what happens next. I know I’ve been unfair to you and I
think we really need some time to sort things out…”
“I think so too,” Mindy agreed accepting his offer as she found herself
wondering why things had to be so damned complicated in her life after
all this time. If only she’d found it in her heart to fall for
someone
other than her gay best friend because despite the way Guy was trying
to
ease the situation, she knew that there was nothing ahead for her, but
a road of heartbreak if she didn’t try to stop putting her heart out on
the line for a man who clearly would never be hers.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You’re quiet tonight,” Russell noted watching his wife as she
tossed
her dishtowel down on the counter top after they’d worked on cleaning
up
their kitchen with one another after the dinner they’d shared with Guy
and Mindy.
“I guess I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” Avery shrugged her shoulders
simply spinning around to face him as he held his arms out towards her
motioning for her to join him.
“Come here baby,” he urged her on wrapping her up in his arms as he
hugged her in closer to him. He kissed the top of her head
feeling
her snuggle into him as he could still sense something weighing on her
mind, “Hey, you know you don’t have to censor yourself around me as you
never felt the need to do it before.”
“Gee, you make me sound like I’ve said some horrible things,” Avery
half groaned gazing up at him.
“Well, you’ve threatened to kill me only about half a million times
for irritating you, so you know I think I’m open to hear anything else
that’s on your mind,” he couldn’t help but tease proud that he’d
managed
to elicit a smile from her sad lips as she hugged him once again.
“I’m just thinking about Guy,” Avery sighed laying her head upon his
chest listening to the sounds of his heart beating beneath her as she
closed
her eyes savoring the moment between them, “I just hate that he’s
hurting
like this when this could be all because of me.”
“Avery, it’s not your fault that things happened like they did with
Brooke,” Russell tried to remind her as she seemed to tense up in his
arms
pulling away from him a moment later.
“Russ, I’m the one who brought that man into all of our lives and I’m
the reason why he’s doing this,” she pointed out with a frown reaching
for one of the plates they’d missed during their clean up of the
kitchen.
She carried it over to the sink turning her attention to scrubbing away
at it as her thoughts became obsessive, “If I’d just been honest and
open
with you about the situation that was happening instead of running away
and hiding like a child, then I could’ve avoided all of this pain that
I’ve put upon everyone. You never would’ve had your heart ripped
out like that and my mother wouldn’t be gone and my brother wouldn’t be
falling to pieces just because I’d made a stupid, impulsive decision
that
could cost us everything…”
“Avery,” he reached out to her watching as she refused to allow
anything,
but her thoughts of Bruce consume and torture her while she continued
her
assault on the dish in hand, “Avery please… Avery stop!”
“Russ, it’s just that when I think of the mistakes I made--of the
mistakes
I keep making over and over again,” she continued to scrub away at the
dish until he dropped his hand down into the dishpan of soapy water,
clenching
her wrist with his fingers as he stilled her movement.
“Avery stop this,” Russell pleaded with her once again feeling her
tighten up beneath his touch as he could almost sense the tears he was
certain had pooled in her eyes.
“Russ, I need to finish this dish…” she started to argue with him,
feeling him pull her hand out of the water as he turned her to face
him,
forcing her to keep from avoiding any kind of eye contact with him.
“No, you don’t,” he insisted firmly bringing his hand up over the side
of her face as he urged her to keep focused on him, “as right now I
think
we need to take a break from all of this. I think we need to sit
down and have a talk about what you’re doing to yourself and how
unnecessary
it all is at the moment…”
“Russ, my mother’s been kidnapped by a madman--a madman that I brought
into our lives and if he’s half as dangerous as everyone keeps saying
he
is, then we’re never going to see her again. You and I both know
what the chances of her returning safely are and while Guy’s believing
in miracles, we both know how seldom they happen,” Avery began
desperately
unable to contain the tears that filled her eyes.
“And we also know how sometimes a miracle comes into our lives when
we least expect it,” he brushed his thumb against her cheek catching
the
tear that slipped past her lashes. He watched her lower lip
tremble
as he leaned forward tasting the saltiness of her tears as he kissed
her
cheek away hoping to find some method of putting her at ease as he held
her, “Baby, why don’t we just forget about cleaning the kitchen right
now
and go sit down for a little while?”
“Russ, I need to focus on something--on anything other than what’s
going on with my family and if cleaning does the trick…” she started to
protest as he shook his head disapprovingly.
“That’s it,” he hoisted her up into his arms carefully maneuvering
her over his shoulder before turning out of the kitchen, “I’m not going
to stand here and let you keep torturing my wife like this any longer.”
“Russ, put me down,” Avery insisted with a huff as he carried her out
into the living room, “Russ I mean it as you can’t always just throw me
over your shoulder and have your way with me whenever the mood strikes
you…”
“I’m not trying to have my way with you,” he stated clearly as he
carefully
set her down on the couch before sliding in beside her, “but more so
I’m
trying to keep you from doing what you seem to be doing to yourself a
lot
more lately.”
“Russ, I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but my brother
is devastated and it’s all my fault,” she started to protest once again
as he clasped his hand over her mouth.
“No Avery, Bruce is a whack job and he clearly was one long before
you entered the picture. The very fact that you’re still alive
and
here with me is a miracle in itself and we both know that we have
plenty
to be thankful for. Yes, okay so things didn’t turn out like we’d
planned them, but look where we are right now and tell me that you
couldn’t
ask for more between us…”
“Things between us are fine--better than that as they‘re incredible
and everything I‘d wanted and more, but with my mother…” Avery began
once
again.
“Your mother will survive this crisis as I’m certain there’s more to
the story than we’ve been told. I wish that I‘d been able to get
more information out of George tonight, but even so I really think
there‘s
something missing in all of this,” he tried to reason with her
scratching
his head as he contemplated the tale Guy had shared with them, “Somehow
I really don’t believe that Bruce was behind this.”
“Russ, come on. It’s obvious that the man is obsessed…”
“Exactly,” he cut her off as he shifted on the cushion beside her,
“and a man obsessed will not settle for anything, but the intended goal
as there are no alternatives when you feel a driving force leading you
towards the object of your desire…”
“Sounds like you know this feeling first hand,” she replied watching
his eyes flash with some kind of unspoken understanding.
“Avery, when we were apart this last time--when you left with Brant,
I knew in my heart that we had disaster laid out before us and time and
time again someone kept trying to lead me away from my heart, but I
knew
that I wouldn’t be satisfied until we were together again. I was
about to do anything and everything in my power to get you back into my
life at any cost,” he began with a breath thinking about the road
they’d
taken to get back to one another.
“Yes, but that’s different because I love you and you love me,” Avery
reminded him simply.
“Even so, in a strange way love and obsession have a lot of
similarities,”
he blurted out thinking of how strange that sounded considering the
circumstances,
“When a man gets it in his mind that he’s going to work towards the
ultimate
goal, then he’s not going to settle for anything less…much less some
measly
second choice when the first is just out of his reach.”
“Russ, that’s…” she opened her mouth to contemplate his words as he
continued.
“Insane in it’s own way and as I said before love and obsession go
hand in hand in some ways as both true love and dark obsessions lead a
man to do things that could be construed as crazy--though in each
situation,
well there’s a bit of a different spin on them…” he trailed off as a
darkness
flashed behind his sensational green eyes.
“You sound like you can almost relate to Bruce,” Avery noted watching
the way his features shifted.
“On some sick and twisted primal level I almost feel like I can as
he had you in his life and then he lost you,” he blurted out uneasily
wondering
how it was he could see anything from Bruce’s point of view, “In losing
you, that had to feel like a swift kick in the balls…” he paused
shaking
his head as he noticed the look on her face, “Okay bad comparison.”
“Maybe not,” Avery decided with a frown, “I mean when you think about
it, it really just gets back to the fact that I was totally heartless
with
him and he deserved more from me. You both did, but I was too
stubborn
and selfish to give you what you needed…”
“And here we go again with you blaming yourself,” he shook his head
at her, “Avery, you aren’t responsible for this.”
“Russ, when I lost our baby I could’ve easily told you the truth.
I could’ve admitted what happened, but instead I pretended that in not
being honest with you that I could somehow make things better. I
was only fooling myself to think that leading you to believe I didn’t
love
you was the right thing to do, but all it did was make the situation
harder
on us all.”
“Avery, you did what you thought you had to do in a moment when you
were destroyed,” he tried to reason with her seeing the pain that
flooded
over her features, “My God, you just lost our baby and the doctors you
were seeing told you that we’d never be able to have a child
together.
You were just trying to protect me in your own, misguided way.”
“And I failed miserably,” she reminded him hating herself for ever
believing that things could’ve been better with them apart, “I
should’ve
known…”
“Avery, you were upset and confused and clearly someone out there added
to it when the doctors told you that you couldn’t get pregnant,” he
paused
thinking about that statement for a long moment before a sudden feeling
struck a chord in him, “Avery, when you had your miscarriage that’s
when
you said you met Bruce, yes?”
She nodded tearfully, “I know I shouldn’t have tried to pretend that
I was with him after that, but he was so kind to me and he seemed to
care
about me and he supported my decision to keep the truth from you
considering
that…”
“That he was the one who told you that you couldn’t ever conceive,”
he finished for her watching as her eyes widened upon hearing his
words,
“He was the one, wasn’t he, Avery?”
She nodded once again, “Yes, but at the time I knew how much that news
would destroy you considering that we wanted a family so bad and…”
“And Bruce decided to take it upon himself to break the news to you
that you weren’t going to ever have my baby, hence there was no reason
to tell me the truth and no chance for us to repair the damage that had
been done in your leaving,” he pondered the words as they fell from his
lips.
“Russ, the decision to keep you in the dark was mine alone as I knew
how hurt you’d be when you found out that I could never…”
“That’s just it Avery,” he interrupted reaching out to touch her face
tenderly, “Think about it. You were told that we’d never, ever be
having a child together and that it would be best if you just pushed us
behind you. You were lead to think that we couldn’t make happily
ever after work for us, yet somehow here we are about to start a family
together…”
“I know and it’s a miracle that it’s happening considering that I was
told…” she started once again her hand dropping down over her abdomen
protectively.
“A lie,” he blurted out with a scowl, “Avery, that’s all it was as
there was never anything wrong with you. There couldn’t have
been.”
“Russ, that’s not true as I was there when they told me,” she started
to argue with him once again.
“When Bruce told you Avery,” he pointed out with a frown, “Avery, that
man clearly was obsessed with you from the start and given the nature
of
his sickness, well it’s no wonder that he took advantage of your
situation
and spun it in his favor.”
“Russ, that’s not how it happened as he might’ve told me the news,
but another doctor confirmed it there after my miscarriage,” she began
to explain thinking back to that painful time in her life.
“Yet when we went to see Deidra, she said that you were having a
perfectly
healthy pregnancy,” he moved in closer to her dropping his hand down
over
hers, “that our baby was doing just fine and that you were doing great
yourself.”
“Which is a miracle in itself,” she continued thinking about the joys
that had come along with their child’s very existence.
“Yes, it’s very much a miracle, but one that we would have shared
together
if given the chance to try at it again,” Russell tried to reason with
her
as he noticed the look of disbelief that spilled over her now tear
stained
cheeks, “Think about it Avery. When we were together, it took
just
one time--one night in a moment where we weren’t using protection at
the
time…”
“Russ, that was just a one in a million chance. We don’t know
for sure that…” she started to argue with him.
“Avery, we were caught up in the moment with one another and we both
know that we kind of jumped the gun there,” he insisted firmly as his
touch
fanned out over her cheek, “not that I regret it for the world as our
baby
is only another sign that we’re meant to be together. This child we’ve
created that’s growing inside of you only solidifies what we have with
one another and leads me to believe that this was always how it was
meant
to be.”
“I know it is,” she agreed with him leaning into his touch, “and I
dreamt about this for so very long, but when I heard the news…”
“News that Bruce delivered,” he sighed in frustration, “Avery, think
about it for a moment. I mean really think about it. If
getting
pregnant was something that was so out of the picture for us, then it
wouldn’t
have happened like it did for us. We wouldn’t be here together
with
this baby…”
“Russ, miracles can happen,” she insisted bringing her hand up over
his.
“I believe that. I really do as our being together again is a
miracle in itself, but just think about what’s been going on with
Bruce.
Think about what we’ve learned about him and about how far he’s willing
to go to try to get you back in his life,” Russ continued pondering the
thoughts of the madman who was fixated on his wife, “Avery, when you
two
were together, you said it yourself that Bruce had started making plans
for the both of you. He’d talked about becoming the Chief of
Staff
and having you as his perfect little wife. You told my yourself
that
he was full of dreams for the both of you and I have no doubt in my
mind
that dream included a family…”
“Russ, he told me time and time again that he knew about my being
broken
and that it didn’t phase him in the least as there were other options,”
she started to explain when a moment of silence fell upon her, “Oh my
God…”
“What?” he questioned watching the color drain from her face, “Avery,
what is it?”
“I just…I just remembered something,” she confessed thinking back to
her time with Bruce, “Russ, when I was with Bruce, he’d insisted that I
see a gynecologist friend of his who could help with my situation…”
“And?”
“And I was taking these pills…these hormone treatments that mirrored
birth control pills so to speak,” she confessed thinking back to the
time
she’d shared with Bruce, “Granted I didn’t really think there was much
of a need for them after my system was experiencing irregularities once
I’d lost the baby, but Bruce insisted that I keep taking them--that
they’d
somehow help with my situation, but then we went away for a weekend to
Aspen and while we were there I distinctly remember him urging me not
to
take them anymore. He’d went on and on about how they weren’t
really
necessary as they were only going to lead me to disappointment,” she
shifted
on the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her as the memory continued, “We
got into a big debate about it and then ultimately he wound up flushing
them down the toilet.”
“Do you still have any of them around,” Russell inquired watching the
way she seemed uneasy with the memory.
She shook her head in response, “No, not anymore. Those were
the last refill I had on them and he was very adamant about the fact I
shouldn’t be using them anymore as he got into this whole spiel about
how
they were really far too experimental for his liking and how there was
no point in chancing things. I mean I might have an empty bottle
around my apartment, but I don’t see how that can help considering…”
“Maybe they can,” he decided with a frown, “I mean if you were lead
to believe that you weren’t able to conceive, then maybe Bruce had
those
pills prescribed to you to keep you thinking that was the case.
He
had you right where he wanted you long enough to get you to the point
the
wanted you to be in with him…”
“Russ, I don’t understand. I mean okay say that you’re right
on this. Say that Bruce was leading me to believe something that
wasn’t true--say that those pills were skewing my lab tests to show
that
I was still unable to conceive, then why sudden stop me from taking
them…”
she began to state as a thought occurred to her.
“Because maybe that’s when Bruce decided he wanted to take things to
the next level with the both of you and what better way to do that than
to show you just how much you two were meant to be together when you
suddenly
found yourself pregnant with the miracle baby he kept telling you that
you’d never have? The baby that only he could provide you with?”
he blurted out as if he’d been reading her thoughts at that moment in
time,
“You said it yourself that he was itching to settle down and make some
kind of life for himself in Coral Valley with you. You mentioned
he was going to propose…”
“Yes, but Russ, Bruce and I stopped having sex long before he tried
to propose to me,” she confessed feeling a heat rise over her features
at the thought of what she was sharing with him as her eyes dropped
down
to the floor and a tiny shiver raced over her, “we were never really
that
intimate with one another.”
“Avery, it’s okay,” he reached out to her pulling her into his arms,
“that’s not something that bothers me now that we’re together.”
“Even so, I need you to know that things with Bruce were never, ever
like they are with us,” she insisted honestly as he urged her onto his
lap, “When we made love the first time, well I think I cried for two
days
after that as I knew it was a mistake.”
“Avery, you don’t have to do this…” he began again as she shook her
head in response.
“Yes, yes I do,” she continued fighting her tears as she forced herself
to face him with the truth, “Russ, Bruce and I weren’t about sex and it
was one of the things we’d just as soon kept out of our
relationship.
I mean yes, there were times that we…”
“Avery, it’s okay,” he fought the feeling building in the pit of his
stomach at the thought of her being intimate with a madman, but instead
of anger, he felt himself filled with a sense of fear and relief that
Bruce
hadn’t made her one of his nameless victims in his reign of terror.
“Russ, I wasn’t with him again after our trip to Aspen. In fact,
the night before he flushed those pills was the last time that we…” she
stopped herself hating to reveal that part of her relationship with
Bruce
to Russell, “Things were just…just strange that night and then after,
well
that’s when he did what he did…”
“Then he was planning this,” he deduced realizing just how far Bruce
had gone to manipulate the situation with Avery as Russell cradled her
in his arms, “only his plan backfired because we found our way back to
one another.”
“I tried so hard to fight what I felt for you, even went out of my
way to avoid you at all costs, but then you just wouldn’t give up on
trying
to save me,” Avery sighed laying her head against his muscled chest.
“That’s because I knew in my heart neither one of us would be satisfied
until we were together again and I was right,” he brushed his fingers
through
her hair gingerly, “and now that we have it all, Mathis isn’t going to
interfere with this--no one is going to take this away from us.”
“But Russ, if he’s kidnapped my mother,” Avery started lifting her
chin to look up at him.
“I don’t think he did, but if he’s finally come to that point, then
I’m going to make sure that the FBI makes him burn for this one,” he
declared
boldly as he hugged her closer to him, “as he’s not going to get away
with
any of what he’s done to tear us apart.”
“Russ, I don’t want this to turn into something worse than it already
is,” Avery started feeling a shiver race over her as she noticed the
expression
that filled his features.
“Avery, he’s made this personal and until he’s taken care of, then
we’re always going to have to keep an eye on things. We’re
constantly
going to have to look over our shoulder especially now that I see him
clearly
for the first time in all of this. I thought he was trouble
before,
but after what we’ve talked about, well Avery, I think we need to
really
keep our guard up,” he confessed hating to spark any kind of fear in
her,
but his own fears consumed him as he held her, “We need to find out
what
he was giving you when you were together and we need to talk to
Deidra.”
“Russ, you don’t think something could be wrong with our baby, do you,”
she questioned in a panic almost as soon as he mentioned Deidra’s name.
“You don’t think he’s done something to me that could hurt our child…”
“No, that’s not it at all,” he shook his head wanting to kick himself
for arousing an unnecessary fear in her, “as I’m certain that he
would’ve
wanted to see to it that you were in perfect health for the moment he’d
be able to father a child with you.”
“I don’t understand though. I mean if he’s done all these things
just to keep us apart and he’s murdered all those women, then why go
out
of his way to do what he’s done to keep me,” Avery questioned in
confusion,
“I mean I’m not the woman he wanted me to be…”
“No, you’re not as you’re far more than a man like that could ever
truly
appreciate and understand, but in his own sick and twisted mind, he
wanted
to control you. He wanted to make you his dream and when you
decided
to branch out and follow your heart, that’s when he decided to bring
about
some kind of remedy to the situation,” he explained with a heavy sigh.
“You mean when he tried to kill me,” Avery offered up as a shudder
passed over her.
“He’s not going to get that chance again Avery, as I’m not going to
let anyone or anything hurt you or our baby ever again,” Russell vowed
squeezing her tighter promising the both of them that nothing that
Bruce
Mathis tried would tear them apart as their love was worth fighting for
every step of the way.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Deidra switched off the television after her mother had fallen asleep during the last movie. Truthfully, she hadn’t paid much attention to anything that had gone on in the last few hours. After watching the news program on television earlier, suspicions and anxiety had clouded her mind. She glanced over to her mother and decided that she needed answers now.
Deidra eased herself away from her mother as Judy wrapped herself tighter in a throw blanket and continued to sleep. Deidra walked through her apartment and climbed onto the bed as she picked up her telephone and dialed a familiar number. When she wanted answers of this nature, there was only one place to turn.
“Warner,” Dave answered his phone.
“Dave, hey, it’s Deidra,” She paused, “I’m sorry I’m calling so late, but something’s been bothering me.”
“What’s going on?” He asked in concern.
“I saw some news footage on Bruce Mathis,” She paused as she wondered how she could approach the topic she wanted to explore, “Is he really responsible for what’s going on with Avery’s mother?”
“We’re not really sure yet, but he can’t be ruled out. He’s done quite a bit to make Avery’s life difficult lately, and it’s entirely possible that he wants to take Brooke to make some sort of exchange to get Avery into his clutches again,” He replied, “But we just aren’t sure right now.”
“Well, on the news cast, they showed some pictures of Mathis,” She paused, “And I thought I recognized the guy.”
“What? Where from?” Dave asked quickly.
“The island,” She answered him with a heavy sigh, “I’m not sure, mind you,” She qualified, “But is there any way I could see a picture of him? The news footage was real quick, and I didn’t get a good look as it was familiar. I’m just wondering…”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re terrified that you did see this guy? What happened when you saw him? Did he threaten you?” Dave asked softly.
“No, nothing like that. It’s just,” She paused thinking about the man she knew as Christian, “I just want to know if it’s the man I thought I saw. I need to know this for my own peace of mind, Dave.”
“
“It’s not like that, Dave. It really isn’t. I just…well, I think maybe I got away lucky, and I just need to know if it’s true.”
“What do you mean you
got away lucky?
“Dave,” Deidra paused, “I really don’t want to get into this over the phone. Let’s just say that I ran into the guy, and I spent some time alone with him. If he’s really as dangerous as you say he is, then I’m wondering why he didn’t attack me,” She paused once again then gasped, “Oh god…oh god…”
“
“He had a camera, Dave. You said that he’s been stalking, Avery, right? Well, he was taking pictures, and…” She paused again as she tried to still the erratic beating of her heart, “I just got this horrible feeling and I ran away from him as he was trying to get me to stay. Maybe…oh god, what if he was planning to kill me? I mean, I was with Avery and he must have seen me with her. He probably thought he could hurt her if he hurt me,” She stuttered.
“Obviously he didn’t use his name when he met you. So what did he call himself?” Dave asked carefully.
“Christian. Christian Fowler.”
Dave paused before he
spoke, “
“Oh god,” Deidra stammered as she suddenly felt very sick to her stomach, “Then it was his heart that Mathis sent to Avery. Oh god, Dave, what have I done?”
“
“But if it was, Dave. Then what…I mean…I was so impulsive and stupid, and I got drunk with him, and…Oh god, I was so stupid,” She burst into tears as the enormity of the situation settled upon her.
“
“I…I…” She attempted to speak before Judy took the phone out of her daughter’s hand.
“Dave, I’m here with Deidra. I’ll try to calm her down. Will you come by tomorrow?” Judy asked calmly, having awakened as she heard Deidra going into hysterics.
“Yeah, I will. Let me know if I can help out.”
“Thanks, Dave,” Judy
replied before hanging up the telephone. She
sat on the bed beside her daughter and reached out to her, “Deidra,
look at me,” She demanded as she took her daughter by the shoulders, “
Deidra looked to her mother as tears slipped down her cheeks, “What have I done, Mom? How stupid have I been? I went away with this guy. I slept with him. Oh god…I slept with a serial killer who’s causing all this trouble for Avery. How stupid am I? Oh god….” She broke down into hysterical tears.
Judy drew her daughter into her arms to try to console her, but she was clueless as to what she could do to help Deidra through such a traumatic event in her life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Diane frowned as Ben unlocked the door of his apartment. He escorted her inside and caught a look at her frown as she sank onto his sofa.
“Okay Diane,” He frowned as he tossed his keys into a nearby basket, “What’s on your mind?” He asked as he turned and locked the door behind him.
“A lot actually,” She kicked off her heels and put her feet up on the coffee table before her, “I’m worried about Jade, and then there’s Blake showing up to wreck the night,” She groaned, “I’m just thinking about a lot here, and it’s worrying me.”
“Why are you worried about Jade? Granted she got drunk off her ass tonight, but people who are down can do that without anyone thinking anything about it,” He explained as he sat down beside her.
“It’s not like Jade to get that upset about something. I mean okay granted this is the first time she’s been truly head over heels in love with a guy, but she’s never drank to get rid of a problem,” She looked towards him, “I’ve seen her crawl in bed for a week and cry, but I’ve never seen her get so plastered that someone had to take her home. Besides that, who is this Gabe guy? And how does Seth think we can trust him?”
“Uhm,” Ben scratched his head gently, “I hate to break this to you, but Gabe’s gay.”
She looked at him as if he had two heads, “Are you crazy?”
“No, I’m serious. Seth let me know that he met him out one night while they were both upset about the loves of their life there, and Gabe was a good guy to him. Somehow, they’re drinking buddies. I don’t really understand the dynamic, but Seth let me know that Gabe’s gay. I don’t think we have anything to worry about where Jade’s concerned.”
“You’re kidding me,” Diane’s jaw dropped, “Well…then…I guess there’s nothing to worry about there, huh?”
“Not a thing. Well, I guess you can still worry about Jade, but she’s not going to have anything to worry about with him taking advantage of her or anything.”
“Well that’s good to know,” She sighed, “But still there’s a lot of issues to deal with as she’s upset over Grady.”
“Maybe she should stay away from him. This isn’t the first time he’s upset her, and I think maybe she’d be happier without him.”
“Nonsense. He loves her even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. He’ll come around and work it out with her. Or she’ll kick his ass and he’ll come around,” Diane declared, “Either way, Jade will get her happily ever after.”
“But you don’t want Seth to have his happily ever after,” Ben pointed out.
“I just don’t trust Blake at all. Come on, Ben. With the way she’s treated me, did you really think I’d welcome her into our circle of friends?” She rolled her eyes, “Hardly.”
“I agree that she’s behaved badly with you, and I don’t understand that at all. Blake’s always been good to me until we’ve been together. But it doesn’t matter how she’s treated either one of us. The fact of the matter is that Seth loves her.”
“But does she love him? Considering she had the doctor at her house for Christmas and was loving it up with him until recently, I kind of doubt it.”
“I don’t understand that either, but apparently, he loves her. That has to say something about their relationship, doesn’t it?”
“It just means that Seth is an idiot,” Diane frowned, “Blake dumped him and now he goes right back without question. Is he stupid or what?”
“Maybe they worked it out for themselves, Diane. They probably talked about everything, and they seem to have worked through all their problems as tonight they looked very close.”
“Don’t remind me,” She groaned.
Ben grinned, “Oh come on. You have to admit that it was nice to see at least one of our friends having a good time.”
“Well what about Ria? She was having a good time. Can’t we be happy about that?” She pointed out quickly.
“But she’s not really with anyone. That’s not the same thing.”
“Yes it is,” Diane said in a huff as she crossed her arms.
Ben smiled as he leaned over and nibbled her ear, “What do you say we stop worrying about everyone else’s love lives and focus on our own?”
She grinned as she turned towards him, “Hmmm, I think that sounds like an outstanding idea,” She smiled as she pulled his lips to hers. While she was worried about her friends, right now, she had something much better and all together more satisfying to focus on in the man that she loved.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Close your eyes,” Seth instructed guiding Blake through the
darkness
as she felt his arms around her keeping her safe and warm beside
him.
His hands covered her eyes as she felt the shift in temperature caused
by moving out of the evening into the warmth of the new surprise Seth
had
in store for her.
“Seth, how many times do I have to tell you how I feel about
surprises,”
Blake began to frown trying to steal a glimpse from behind his thick
fingers
as her lips curled in a pout, “I don’t know why we couldn’t just go the
summer home like we talked about once you learned that Jade was okay.”
“As much as I’d love to run away with you Blake, we both know that
right now that would be asking a lot and I don’t want to rush you,” he
confessed dropping his lips down to kiss the top of her shoulder
gently,
“and besides, the way I see it, I shouldn’t be that far away from my
sister
in the event she needs me.”
“I guess that’s a fair answer,” Blake shrugged her shoulders simply,
“but that still doesn’t explain what we’re doing here or rather where
here
is that for that matter.”
“You’ll figure it out soon enough,” Seth assured her with an air of
mystery and seduction that caused shivers to race up and down her
spine.
While she’d hated the whole theory of surprises and she had no qualm
about
admitting that to Seth, the very thought of him being this close to her
when she was finding herself enjoying him more and more had it’s own
set
of benefits as he guided her along through their new surroundings.
“How can you be so convinced that I’ll figure it out,” Blake challenged
feeling the need to be difficult as she started to shift in his arms.
“Hey now, I warned you to behave,” Seth curled his arm around her waist
more completely squeezing her to him as he planted another quick kiss
upon
her shoulder, “now just take a moment to stop trying to get the
surprise
out of me and just start using your other senses to guess here.”
“Hmm, well I know we’re not at the summer home,” Blake deduced with
a tiny huff before the warmth in the air surrounded her, “and we’re not
at the carnival again.”
“Nope, you’re right on that,” he nodded in agreement, “but you’re going
to get it soon enough. What are your other senses telling you
right
about now?”
“Hmm…” she paused suddenly taking in the familiar scent of something
wonderful as a curious expression spread over her features, “Seth, is
that
popcorn?”
“That’s right,” he encouraged her placing another kiss upon her skin,
“you’re getting warmer.”
“Well let’s see. You took me somewhere that you wanted us to
spend some quality time together and now that I smell popcorn,” her jaw
dropped in surprise, “Seth, are we at the movie theater?”
“Exactly,” he released his hands freeing up her eyes to take in the
empty theater as confusion swept over her, “you’d mentioned that it’s
been
a long time since you’ve been able to enjoy this type of place without
the chaos of the media following you, so I thought maybe I’d try to
give
you something that you enjoyed for all that you’ve given me.”
“But Seth,” she spun around to face him realizing that they were the
only ones around, “no one is here.”
“That’s because it’s after hours,” Seth stated matter of fact dropping
down to offer up a quick kiss before stepping away from her and making
his way around the concession stand to start tinkering with the popcorn
machine. He flashed her a sexy smile before leaning in over the
counter
top, “is there anything I can get for you to enjoy during your feature,
beautiful?”
Blake felt herself touched by his gesture as she thought to how long
it had been since she’d been able to just go out to a movie and enjoy
it
without the world tracking her every movement. Granted, she’d had
time to do that back in Los Angeles, but in Coral Valley, well that was
another story altogether as you would’ve thought the Ashford family was
the Kennedy family with all the media that hounded them, but now as she
stood in the middle of the deserted movie theater with quite possibly
one
of the sexiest men in the world, she couldn’t find words to express
just
the way he’d made her feel in this moment.
“Well?” Seth wiggled his eyebrow at her watching as she stepped in
towards the counter, a sexy smile growing over beautiful her feature as
she leaned in over the counter suggestively offering him a tantalizing
sneak peek of her savory curves.
“Actually,” she broke through his less than appropriate line of
thoughts
as she licked her lips in a tempting motion, “I think some popcorn
sounds
great…and make it with extra butter.”
“Coming right up,” Seth nodded forcing himself to stay focused as he
reached for a container, “Will large do tonight?”
“Large will be incredible,” she nodded reaching up to the fastenings
she’d had in her hair, loosening them as she allowed her golden tresses
to fall down to her shoulders. Leaning further against the
counter
top, she took the time to admire the smooth fluidity involved in his
putting
together the perfect bucket of popcorn, “So tell me, how is it you know
your way around this place so very well?”
“Truth be told,” his dark eyes jumped up to steal a quick look at her
before applying more buttery topping to the popcorn, “when I was in
high
school, I was working here to help make ends meet at home. My
life
was pretty much spent at this place during the weekends and weekdays
after
football practice. It played hell on my grades, but I was able to
take in the atmosphere and gain and appreciation for the movies you
could
say.”
“Hmm, so that’s where your artistic side comes in huh?” Blake inquired
bringing her hand up to the hemline near the top of her dress, teasing
her nail across as she watched Seth lean over to reach for something
beneath
the glass casing, giving her a wildly erotic glance of his steely
behind
for the briefest of moments.
“Yes and no,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, “I enjoyed the movies
sure enough, but more so I think I liked the idea of having this place
all to myself after hours.”
“Ah, so we get to the heart of matter here,” Blake couldn’t help but
tease as he held up the salt motioning towards the popcorn before she
nodded
for him to add some to the bucket, “You liked this place because it
improved
your dating life, huh?”
“Just what are you trying to imply Miss Ashford,” he feigned innocence
seeing the sparkle behind her eyes.
“You would bring your dates here to impress them with all of this being
yours,” she shook her hair out behind her shoulders once again reaching
for a strand of it and curling it over her finger, “Tell me, did you
ever
get lucky here Seth?”
“Blake, now I think I’m insulted that you’d even have to ask something
like that,” he shook his head at her reaching for a cup before
motioning
to the various array of drinks for them to choose from.
“I’ll take a fruit punch,” Blake explained watching him pour her drink
before a tiny giggle tickled over her lips as she began to elaborate on
her line of questioning, “Oh come on Seth. You can’t tell me that
the temptation and thrill of having this place all to yourself didn’t
at
least put the idea of impressing someone special here with what the
after
hours activities could include. It had to be a rush to you and
your
dates to know that the two of you could sneak in anytime you wanted and
do whatever it was that your dirty little mind came up with…”
“Somehow I don’t think it’s my dirty little mind that’s fixated on
the idea of fooling around in a movie theater,” he threw back with a
teasing
wink as he watched the color build up behind her flawless features,
“Tell
me Blake, how many times did you sit in the back row making out with
your
boyfriend of the moment growing up?”
“I would never,” she gasped as if she was horrified by the idea before
Seth gave her a pointed look, “Okay…I only did it once.”
“I knew it,” he leaned over the counter that stood between them as
curiosity brewed behind his eyes, “so who was the lucky guy?”
“Does it really matter,” she challenged leaning in closer to him.
“Indulge me,” his voice dropped to a soft, sensual whisper.
“Michael Adams,” she confessed her cheeks growing rosier by the second
as he dropped his hand into the popcorn bucket offering her a sample of
what he’d cooked up for her. She smiled as he lifted the piece of
buttery saltiness to her lips before she collected it in her mouth
savoring
the taste of it as a purr rose from within her, “mmm…”
“I take it you approve,” he joked watching her nod emphatically as
he reached for another finger full of popcorn lifting it to her lips as
the buttery topping left a glossiness over her bottom lip before her
tongue
trailed over it with a faint noise that almost resembled a mewling
sound.
Reaching out to dab at the corner of her mouth where she’d missed a
spot,
Seth’s grin expanded as he continued to descend in towards her, “So
tell
me, do I have anything to worry about with this memory of Michael Adams
in the air tonight?”
“Hmm, well he was one of the first boys daring enough to try to feel
me up in public no less,” Blake confessed fluttering her eyelashes as
his
breath skimmed over her features, striking down upon her with a heat
that
only caused her cheeks to grow far more flushed in the moment as her
tone
shifted to that of the seductress she’d always felt she could be around
Seth. Reaching out to him, she balled her fingers over the center
of his chest, curling his shirt beneath her fingers tightly before
yanking
him in further over the countertop , “but I do have to say that when it
comes to kissing, you have him beat hands down.”
“It’s good to know,” Seth chuckled in amusement feeling her lips press
in over his in a delectable kiss as she tasted like an erotic
combination
of popcorn butter and her cherry lip gloss that he’d been enjoying most
of the night they’d spent with one another already.
“Hmm, well there are a few other things that’ll be good to know,” Blake
murmured as they parted keeping close to him as a smile lifted over the
corners of her mouth.
“Then enlighten me,” he urged her on further enjoying this flirty side
of Blake more than he cared to admit as while he’d thought a trip to
the
movies would be a sure bet to keep his mind off of what it would be
like
to make love to her, he was using every ounce of strength within him to
keep from pulling her in over the countertop and making love to her
right
there and now.
“I do have one more request for my movie treats,” Blake breathed in
against him.
“What’s that?” he questioned already knowing the answer before her
mouth tempted him once again in a heated kiss.
“You,” she purred his name as the vibration of her words sent a jolt
of desire straight to his core causing him to stiffen as other, more
noticeable
parts began to rise to the occasion and for the briefest of instants,
he
found himself relieved that the concession counter stood between them.
“And here I thought bringing you here was a safe place for us,” Seth
confessed feeling a bittersweet agony tugging at his insides as Blake
seemed
to slide in over the countertop much to his surprise, easing in over
the
glass until somehow she was behind the counter with him, her sexy
curves
pressed in against him. His body continued to readily respond to
her as there was no denying just how much she‘d brought so many naughty
things to his mind, but as he noticed the expression on his face, he
could
see that she wasn‘t exactly displeased with his response to her.
Quite the opposite in fact as her hand dropped down to caress him
through
his trousers.
“We can keep this safe,” Blake assured him her eyes growing wider as
her fingers continued to play over his body.
“Blake,” Seth choked out her name unable to deny the impulses surging
through him as he reached out to her catching her wrist with his thumb
and index finger to still her movements, “hey…”
“What?” she questioned innocently as she flashed him a sexy grin.
“The movie,” he motioned to the theater just beyond them as he eased
her palm within his, lifting it to his lips as he pressed a kiss over
the
top of her hand, “what do you say we get back to that?”
“How is it you can be so damned focused when all I can think about
is being close to you,” Blake questioned in frustration, “Seth, I
wasn’t
joking about what I said before…”
“Tell you what,” he leaned in to kiss her tenderly, “how about we go
in the back row and make out for a while during the show?”
“That almost sounds like a consolation prize,” Blake curled her lip
in a pout.
“Not the way I do it,” he winked at her offering up a bit of
encouragement,
“and if you still think that I’m pretty special by the time the show’s
over, well then we’ll talk about plans for the future.”
“Such as?” Blake lifted a curious brow.
“Such as if we can make it through tonight without crossing any hasty
lines with one another, then maybe in the not so distant future, we can
take that trip to your family’s summer home with one another--if and
only
if you still want that.”
“Of course I will,” Blake nodded curling her arms around him, “as I’m
not one to skirt around the issue when I see something I want
Seth.
I know where I want this to go…”
“So do I which is why I swear to you, you’re going to be glad that
we waited,” Seth promised her with a quick kiss before taking her hand
in his, “so, now how about that movie?”
“You never did quite say what we were seeing tonight,” Blake reminded
him with a hint of a smile.
“Actually that’s because I wanted to surprise you,” Seth insisted
leading
her towards the theater, “but I can assure you that it’s a classic that
you’re going to enjoy as you told me it was one of your favorites.”
“One of my favorites,” Blake repeated pondering the thought for a
moment,
“and a classic you say?”
“That’s right,” he nodded in response, “and I’m sure you’re going to
love it as you said it was something you enjoyed with your mother a
long
time ago.”
“Lady and the Tramp?” she questioned finding her answer as the screen
started to play before her. Instantly a squeal pressed over her
lips
as she threw her arms around Seth kissing him wildly, “Oh Seth, this is
so awesome.”
“Somehow I was hoping you’d think that,” he couldn’t help but laugh
holding her in his arm as he tried to keep from dumping all the popcorn
on the floor.
“I love it,” she kissed him quickly once again before leading him into
the back row of the movie theater and plopping down in one of the
seats.
She snatched the popcorn from him and as he sank down beside her, he
realized
that while he’d had his concerns about just how hot things might be
with
them alone in the darkness, the movie he’d selected seemed to put Blake
back in time to a place where the world was simpler.
“Seth look,” she urged him on munching on the popcorn as her smile
seemed to light up the darkness.
“I’m looking,” he teased reaching into the tub of popcorn and pulling
himself out a handful.
“Oh I just love this part,” she confessed resting her head on his
shoulder
taking the time to enjoy the movie as Seth found himself realizing that
tonight with Blake was going to be something he’d never forget as this
made everything in his world worthwhile for a change.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Richard sat back in the interview room as he waited for information from the FBI. While they’d seemed very gung ho about taking over the investigation, he knew that they could be just an inept as any little guy in the world. Besides, he’d had his fair share of run ins with the FBI brass in his years as a speaker in congressional hearings. He knew just how the G-men operated.
The door opened to the room as Travis Callaway stepped inside. Immediately, Richard knew that his thoughts of ineptness were right. He took a deep breath and looked towards the agent as he sat down across from him.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been back in here yet, Mr. Morrison. I’ve been so busy coordinating the search and tracing the phone call you got,” Callaway spoke as he adjusted his note pad.
“Don’t give me that bull. I know how you operate, and you’ve been out there chatting it up with your buddies about how this could put you in the director’s chair if you break this case,” Richard grumbled, “I know your type, Callaway.”
“Begging your pardon, sir, but you don’t know me. I’m working to try to find your wife and bring her home safe and sound.”
“And it won’t hurt if you get a career boost along the way, right?” Richard sighed heavily before he stood and paced the room a bit, “I wish you would just cut all the bureaucratic nonsense, and actually get out there to find my wife.”
“I’m doing everything I can to help you, Mr. Morrison, but I can’t pull leads out of thin air.”
Richard turned and glared at Callaway, “What the hell do you want me to do? Do your job for you?”
Callaway stood and sighed, “I’m sorry you’re so upset Mr. Morrison. I understand this is a horrible tragedy that has befallen your family, but I’m doing my job as best I can. We’re tracking down every lead we have, but we’re not magicians. We’re just ordinary men trying to track down a psychopath. It’s not an easy job, and in your heart, I know you understand that.”
Richard let out a slow breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m sorry. I do know you’re trying, but it’s nerve wracking to be so powerless in a situation.”
“I understand that. Look, you can’t do anything here tonight. You should go home and get some rest while we track down our leads. You’ll be on my speed dial and as soon as we know anything at all, we’ll call you,” Callaway suggested.
“I can’t do that,” Richard declined the man’s suggestion.
“Sir, go home. Right now, it’s just a game of wait and see to find out what the kidnapper will really do or if he’s going to give us any more clues as to his whereabouts. There’s nothing you can do. Go home.”
Richard nodded as he made his way towards the door. He knew the younger man was right and that he couldn’t do anything, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Still, he was tired and could use some sleep. Somehow though, he didn’t think he would be able to sleep at all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Feeling better sweetheart,” Russell questioned from the bottom of
their
bed extending his arms out towards Avery as she entered their bedroom
after
they’d finished locking the house up for the night double checking that
all was okay just to be sure after the talk with Bruce had left Avery a
bit on edge. Russell reached forward, feeling her fingers brush
up
against his before he pulled her into an embrace drawing her in against
him as he lay his head on her abdomen gently.
“Not really, but I suppose that’s to be expected considering the night
we’ve had huh,” she sighed closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms
around
his shoulders savoring the feel of him beside her as he placed a tender
kiss upon her abdomen, “I just can’t believe how naive I was when I was
with Bruce…”
“You just wanted to believe there was still some good left in this
world,” he reminded her sensing the lingering sadness that hung over
her
as he reached for her hands pressing butterfly kisses upon them before
urging her to take a seat beside him on their bed, “Avery, you have a
good
heart and that’s something that I love about you.”
“But Russ, I’m not normally such a moron,” she continued hating that
she hadn’t been clued into what was really happening sooner, “I’m
smarter
than that and I pride myself on seeing things as they are and being one
step ahead of the rest, but…”
“But you were hurting and Bruce took advantage,” he explained branching
his fingers out to touch her cheek gently as he turned her eyes towards
his, “This was something he did when you weren’t yourself and now, well
now I’m not going to let him take anything else away from us.”
“But Russ when I brought him into our lives…” she began again still
unwilling to shake the situation.
“Hey baby, listen to me,” he drifted closer to her, his lips beckoning
hers for a kiss, “Bruce can’t hurt us anymore as we have everything
we’ve
always wanted with one another. I mean hey I’m going to be a
daddy
which is pretty special in itself I might add as you know I’ve always
wanted
to be a father to your beautiful children.”
Avery couldn’t help but smile upon his words as she kissed him once
again, “God, how I love you. You just seem to have all right
things
to say to make me feel better.”
“And here you thought you were still feeling down,” he teased pulling
her into his lap, “when all you really needed was these arms and me at
your side to pull you back to reality.”
“It’s more like you take me to something better than that as my life
hasn’t been the same since you came back into it,” she confessed with
wide
eyes as she rubbed her hand over his lacing their fingers together.
“I hope that’s meant as a good thing,” he teased with a wink guiding
her palm to his lips in a tender gesture.
“It’s the best thing,” Avery added brightly focusing on the love that
they’d found with one another, “Russ, I do love you. I know
sometimes
I’m not as articulate about things as you are, but you’re everything to
me. I mean when I think of how far we’ve come with one another to
get back to this…”
“It was destiny darling and don’t let anyone else try to convince you
of anything otherwise,” he replied with a low, subtle drawl before
nibbling
gently on her lower lip.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Avery murmured keeping her arms around him
feeling his breath over hers before he nuzzled her neck gently with his
nose.
“In that case, what do you say we call it a night here,” he suggested
warmly as his fingers fanned out over her spine working their way over
to the bottom of her sweater before coaxing it up over her body in an
attempt
to help her get more situated for bed.
“That sounds like a plan,” she nodded in response bringing her fingers
over the buttons on his shirt as she took her time easing him out of
it.
“Allow me,” he replied with a smile pulling her sweater up over her
head and discarding it before shaking his own shirt off his arms.
He hugged her closer to him as an idea sparked in his head, “hey, do me
a favor and roll over to your side there.”
“To my side?” Avery gave him a strange look.
“Just do it,” he nudged her gently seeing her comply to his wishes
as he rose up onto the bed returning moments later with a bottle of
lotion
in hand, “okay turn around.”
“Like this,” she half questioned wiggling in over her pillows as his
only response was his hands upon her shoulders gently kneading and
stroking
the tension out of her aching flesh. A sigh of release pressed
beyond
her now parted lips as he continued his massage over her neck and
shoulders,
“oh Russ, that feels nice…”
“I thought you could use a little time to unwind before I work my
charms
on you,” he explained continuing with his massage, working the lotion
into
her body before he nudged her slightly urging her to lay on her back as
his fingers dipped down over her abdomen pressing gently over it.
“I’d say you’ve already weaved your spell over me with those hands
of yours as you’re too good to me Russ,” she breathed taking in the
sensations
he was stirring up inside of her as the tension she’d been carrying
with
her all day long seemed to pour out of her melting away under his
skilled
caress.
“Nothing’s too good for my wife or our baby,” he tipped down to kiss
her abdomen once again before rubbing it gently, “So how’s our little
one
feeling tonight?”
“Other than thinking that mommy’s a complete nutcase,” Avery reopened
her eyes watching the way Russell played with her stomach.
“Oh now mommy, we don’t think you’re a nutcase,” Russ tickled over
her stomach watching her squirm beneath his touch.
“Now you’re just being polite and hey you know it’s a good thing that
our baby has you as a father as it means our child has half a chance of
making smart decisions,” Avery continued with a heavy sigh.
“What’s this?” he pressed his ear to Avery’s abdomen as if he was
listening
to something their child was saying, “Oh I know I couldn’t agree more
and
if mommy is done with her self loathing there maybe she’ll let me tell
her…”
“Tell her what?” Avery inquired lifting a curious brow as his green
eyes tipped up towards her and he had on that same silly smile that had
always signaled trouble even during the times it had melted her heart
again
and again.
“That it’s time to bring laughter into the situation here,” he declared
blowing on her stomach as Avery couldn’t help but squeal wiggling in
beneath
him.
“Russ, stop,” she pleaded with him feeling him continue with his latest
strain of torture as her fingers sought him out in an attempt to stop
him
as he was tickling her yet again. However, as she touched him, it
only seemed to add fuel to his fire as his touch continued to bring her
to giggles again and again, “Russ…I mean it. You’re going to give
me…” her words were interrupted by a whooping sound.
“Hiccups,” he blurted out watching her break into a round of hiccups
as a scowl pressed in over her features.
“Russ, you are such--such an…” she began in between hiccups as he
climbed
up beside her on their bed drawing her into his arms.
“Amazing husband,” he cut her off with a kiss as he felt her hiccup
beside him.
“You suck,” Avery grumbled unable to contain the hiccups as they came
to her, “I hope you realize that.”
“Oh I’m well aware of it,” he tugged on her lower lip with his teeth
feeling another hiccup rush over her as he kissed her again, “but I
also
happen to recall that you enjoy it very much when I’m in a state of
sucking
so to speak…”
“Oh you,” Avery shoved her hand out into his chest pushing him away
from her as another sharp word formed at the tip of her tongue, but it
was put to a halt as a hiccup came forth harder and louder than before.
Russell watched her for a moment seeing the strain of hiccups
continuing
as she glared at him, shaking her head with heavy disapproval as the
words
seemed to have slipped out of her mind. He sat upright reaching
out
to her as she opened her mouth to speak once again, but found herself
overcome
with another hiccup.
“How about I get some sugar for you,” he suggested gently, “as I
thought
I heard that stopped hiccups.”
“There’s no validity in that Russ as…” she was broken up by another
yelping moment before she finally nodded, “fine if it works…”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he promised getting up off of the bed ready
to leave the room, but he stopped himself mid-movement to turn around
and
face her once again. Stepping in towards her, he placed his hand
over her abdomen rubbing it gently as an apologetic smile expanded over
his features, “Daddy’s sorry about this…”
“It’s okay,” Avery tried to assure him softening her tone as another
hiccup overcame her.
“I’ll work on fixing this,” he promised leaving the room and heading
for their kitchen as he thought to his wife’s condition. While he
certainly knew that hiccups weren’t fun for anyone, she did happen to
look
absolutely adorable in the moment. Of course he knew that she’s
surely
slap him for even thinking that one considering how uncomfortable she
seemed,
but still it was a nice refreshing change to see her not focusing on
Bruce
or the mystery and disaster that surrounded that man. Certainly
Russ
was stewing over it as well, but he refused to let Avery see just how
much
it bothered him that Bruce Mathis was still out there on the loose
awaiting
the moment when he could come in and try to rip their happiness away
from
them. Granted Russ knew the man was demented, but he was also
certain
that he’d do anything regardless of the cost to keep his family safe
and
sound.
“You’re not going to take this away from me,” he thought aloud wishing
that for once Bruce had just stayed dead to the world. He
searched
the kitchen for some sugar ready to take some back to Avery, but after
a moment another thought sparked and he walked over to the refrigerator
pulling out some strawberries as a smile lifted over his
features.
Perhaps there was a way to salvage the evening after all, he decided
quickly
putting some of them into a bowl and snagging some chocolate sauce and
sugar as his thoughts took an altogether different path in his quest to
keep Avery’s mind off of the things going on in the world around them.
“This should work,” he smiled proudly at the tray before him seeing
the berries, chocolate, sugar and water before him as he was certain
he’d
cure those hiccups Avery was experiencing and then, well he’d find a
few
ways to remind her of all the reasons why he was worth having around.
A smile lifted over his lips as he thought back to his half dressed
wife waiting in their bedroom for him. He turned the kitchen
light
off and began to whistle a tune to himself as he headed down the
hallway
to their bedroom only to be stopped by the sound of pounding on the
front
door. A frown crept in over his features as he looked to the
clock
noting the time as he wondered who could be there at such an hour, but
his questions were quickly answered as he heard Grady on the other end
of the door.
“I know you’re in there,” Grady demanded harshly as his fists continued
to pound away at the door, “so quit hiding and come out and face
me!
You might think you can run from me, but I know you’re there and I’m
not
leaving until I see you!”
Setting the tray down on the coffee table, Russell felt a sigh spill
over his lips as he realized that Grady was one of the last things he
wanted
to deal with at a time like this, but as his brother’s persistence
continued,
he realized there would be no avoiding him. A few seconds later
the
door opened and came face to face with his older brother sensing the
same
madness behind his brother’s eyes as the strong odor of bourbon hung
like
a cloud over Grady’s presence.
“Where the hell is she,” Grady growled up at Russell behind gritted
teeth as he pushed his way into the Denton home, “I know that bitch is
in here.”
“Look Grady, I don’t know what this is about,” Russell caught his
brother’s
arm as he crossed over the threshold, “but you’re not coming into my
home.”
“Russ, this is between me and her,” Grady seethed as Russell shoved
him back out onto the porch, “and if you don’t get out of my way, then
I’m going to have to just go through you because it’s the only way I’ll
be able to save you.”
“Grady, not this again,” Russell rolled his eyes seeing the fury behind
his brother’s eyes as he reached for the door once again, “You’re
drunk.
Go home and sleep it off.”
“The hell I will,” Grady lunged forward once again pushing his way
into Russell’s chest and sending him flying backwards as he marched
into
the living room seeking out the very thing that had torn his life
apart,
“Avery! Avery, get your bony ass out here as it’s on right now!”
“Grady, get out of here,” Russell pulled himself up off of the floor
as he rushed towards his brother pushing him back into the wall with a
mighty shove.
“What’s going on out here,” Avery questioned stepping into the living
room before her eyes fell upon Russ and Grady with one another.
She
watched as Grady seemed ready to attack, pushing and shoving Russell
until
Russell seized Grady’s arm bringing it up behind his back before he
pushed
Grady into the living room wall with an impact that seemed to vibrate
the
painting on the wall causing it to shake with fear.
“Let go of me Russ,” Grady writhed against his brother, wild with anger
as the painting finally had enough and it collapsed to the ground with
Grady’s sudden movement.
“No Grady, you’re not going anywhere,” Russell shoved at him once
again.
“What the hell is he doing here,” Avery questioned with a frown moving
in closer to them as she caught a whiff of the strong aroma that
accompanied
Grady’s presence, “Oh God, he’s drunk, isn‘t he?”
“I don’t have to be drunk to know what a bitch you are as you’ve ruined
everything,” Grady shot back at her bitterly, “You just weren’t going
to
be satisfied until you turned them all against me because you’re a
manipulative…”
“That’s enough,” Russell threw his elbow into the middle of Grady’s
back watching as his brother winced upon impact, “Go home and sleep it
off Grady.”
“The hell I will. I could’ve been happy. I could’ve had
it all, but your wife just wanted to take it all away from me.
She
turned you against me and now Jade…”
“Jade,” Russell repeated as a moment of realization hung over him,
“is this what you’re drunk about? Did Jade finally get tired of
you
and get rid of you?”
With that a fury seemed to burst from within as Grady kicked his leg
back sending Russell to the floor before he marched towards Avery,
determined
and enraged as his green eyes fell upon her.
“You did this,” Grady accused harshly as the object of his rage stood
before him, “You took the only happiness I had in my life and you stole
it from me.”
“No, you made a mess of things all on your own Grady as you always
do this,” Avery challenged back at him refusing to back down despite
the
way he glared at her, “You’re a drunk Grady and that’s the
problem.
This has nothing to do with me.”
“It has everything to do with you because you’ve found a way to destroy
everything with your manipulative ploys with my brother and now with
Jade.
You’ve managed to turn her against me all because I can’t get you out
of
my head because I know what you are and what you’ll do. Russ
thinks
he knows you, but he doesn’t have a clue about what you are, but I
do.
I know you Avery,” his voice threatened as he bridged the distance
between
them, “I know all about your heart and just how cold and black it
really
is and how your love lasts as long as the spark of interest
remains.
You only did this to ruin things--to ruin everything like you always
do…”
“Grady, go home. You’re drunk,” Avery stated the obvious shaking
her head at him, “and right now you look pathetic to say the least.”
“You’re the pathetic one,” he let out an ironic laugh, “and to think
my brother believes that you’re this amazing, wonderful woman when
you’re
the worst of them all. You’re the one that started all of this
and
now, well I’m going to end it so that you don’t destroy any other man
like
you’ve done to me. I won’t let you do that to Russ as I’m not
going
to stand back and pretend that everything is okay when you’re around
because
it’s not,” he vowed reaching for her as the crashing sound of Russell
breaking
one of the vases on the coffee table over his head.
“Russ…” Grady squealed his brother’s name turning around to face him
before a momentary haze spread over his features until finally he
plopped
down on the ground in agony, “that hurt.”
“Serves you right,” Avery glared at him seeing Russell’s hands shaking
as she stepped in towards him touching his arm gently, “Russ, baby are
you okay?”
“We need to get him out of here,” Russell declared ready to be finished
with his brother when all of a sudden Grady rolled over onto his
stomach
and a heaving sound came from Grady as his alcohol had finally turned
over
in his stomach. The foul odor spread through the living room
causing
both Russ and Avery to wince as Grady threw up on the carpet.
“Ugh,” Avery groaned hearing her brother-in-law throw up until his
head plopped down into the carpet and he passed out in the midst of the
mess he’d created.
“Oh boy,” Russell sighed realizing that his brother had finally conked
out in their living room, “now what?”
“We can’t just leave him there,” Avery decided with a frown noting
the cut on Grady’s head from where Russ had hit him. Another
groan
spilled over her lips as she knelt down beside Grady wrinkling her nose
at him as she motioned for Russell to help her take a look at him, “I
don’t
think you gave him a concussion or anything, but maybe we should take
him
to the hospital…”
“He’s drunk,” Russell pointed out once again stating the obvious, “if
we do that, they aren’t going to be able to stitch him up just now…”
“I guess the only option we have is to work on cleaning up this mess,”
Avery sighed already hating the thought as it fell from her lips.
Bringing her fingers through her hair, she let out another groan
wondering
why the hits just kept on coming for their family, “Why don’t you pick
him up and try to clean him up, while I work on the carpet? Maybe
we can sober him enough to get him back home in a bit.”
“I guess it’s worth a try,” Russell nodded in response doing his best
to hoist his brother up off of the carpet as Russell caught a glimpse
of
the vomit on his brother’s clothing and he winced nearly dropping Grady
back down into the mess on the carpet. A gagging sound built in
Russell’s
throat as Avery turned her attention to him once again.
“You okay?” she questioned with concern evident in her tone.
“I’m fine,” he offered up weakly turning a pale shade of green as Avery
stepped in towards him.
“No you’re not,” Avery frowned marching over to the other side of Grady
as she urged Grady’s arms around her shoulders, “You still haven’t
gotten
over that queasy stomach of yours, have you?”
“Avery, you make it sound a lot worse than it is considering that I’m
a grown up and I can…” Russell’s words were interrupted as his face
grew
in color and he stepped away from Grady, “Okay…I think I’m going to
throw
up.”
“Russ,” Avery spoke out to him watching as he turned his head away
from Grady unable to take in a moment more of the stench.
Realizing
that this situation went from bad to worse, she shook her head at
Russell
realizing that some things would never change, “just get him into the
hall
by the bathroom and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Avery, I can’t ask you to just…” Russ began.
“Trust me, I’ve become an expert on this one,” Avery remarked with
another shake of her head, “though I have to admit you’re lucky that my
morning sicknesses seems to have passed otherwise we’d both be in
trouble
there seeing as you can’t seem to handle this stuff.”
“I can handle it,” Russ began to argue with her as he looked ready
to lose his stomach himself, “just not very well.”
“Fine, then help me get Grady into the bathroom. I’ll throw him
in the shower and then you can take over with him while I clean up the
carpet. Fair enough?” Avery suggested after a moment’s
contemplation.
“Avery, I can’t ask you to…”
“Russ, if you keep stalling here, I’ll change my mind and then I’ll
wind up nursing the both of you back to health again,” Avery threw back
at him, “so let’s get moving.”
“Alright,” Russell grudgingly agreed guiding Grady over to the bathroom
with her. Once they’d set him inside bracing them against the
counter
top Avery urged Russ into the hallway. Once she was alone with
Grady,
she wrinkled her nose as she reached for the buttons on Grady’s shirt,
carefully avoiding the disgusting mess he’d made as she began to open
it.
“You’re such a stupid moron,” Avery hissed at him quickly stripping
him out of his shirt before shoving him back into the counter not
caring
as he hit his head on the mirror behind him.
“Bitch,” Grady muttered under his breath in a slur as Avery started
to turn around to alert Russ that he could come in, but as Grady’s
utterance
hit her, she spun around to face him once again her own rage taking
control
as she stepped in towards him.
“What was the point in doing this,” Avery questioned harshly watching
as his head slumped over, “What were you thinking?”
“I hate you,” Grady answered her speaking out into the air before he
managed to pull together the strength to face her once again, his
pathetic
green eyes still burning with animosity towards her.
“The feeling’s mutual and since you’re bombed off your ass tonight
I’m sure you won’t remember everything that’s happened here, but here’s
a memory I’m hoping you won’t forget since you managed to ruin my night
here,” Avery shot back icily bringing her knee up into his groin.
Watching as Grady buckled over on the counter top in agony, she marched
out of the room turning her attention to Russell, “he’s all yours.”
“Avery,” Russell watched her walking away ready to take on the other
mess Grady created for them. As Russell stepped into the
bathroom,
he looked at his brother shaking his head at him as he was now doubled
over on the counter top whimpering and sobbing in a drunken state of
obliviousness.
Russell quickly turned on the shower, bringing the water to a frigid
temperature
before turning his attention to his brother who was now incoherently
slurring
about Jade and Avery all at the same time and it was in that instant
that
Russell realized that things clearly weren’t going to be any easier in
the Denton home especially now that Grady had gone and made a mess of
things
all over again.
“All I wanted was another chance…is that asking so much…” Grady began
to sob as Russell helped him up off of the counter and shoved him
towards
the shower, “Can I help it if I care too much…”
“Grady, you’re only destroying yourself with this,” Russell sighed
heavily, “and I thought you’d learned your lesson a long time ago.”
“I just wanted Jade…I needed to have that in my life…to find that
happiness
that Avery took away from me. She’s nothing but a manipulative…”
Grady continued as Russell pushed him into the shower.
“She’s a good woman Grady and if you’d stop walking around with your
head up your ass, you’d see my wife isn’t your biggest enemy,” Russell
shot back at him with a frown.
“Of course she is,” Grady insisted with a whimpering sound.
“No, you are and if this keeps up Grady, well you’re not going to have
anything left to hold onto,” Russell sighed heavily seeing that his
brother’s
path of self destruction was leading him towards a dead end road and
Russell
feared that if this continued much longer Grady would be past the point
of no return.