Edward comes running, throwing his arms around me. Coming home to my son is the best part of my day. I never realize how much I miss this kid until his skinny little arms are wrapped around my neck. Scooping him up with one hand, I stand, pretending to drop him.
Edward lets out a dramatic yell and then laughs hysterically. I do it again and get the same reaction.
“We made dinner!” he says to me excitedly, taking my hand as soon as his feet hit the floor. “Come eat!”
“Give me one minute, and I’ll join you.”
Elizabeth is bringing plates to the table and does a double-take when she sees me. I can’t get a good read on her, and I don’t get why everyday things seem surprising to her. Maybe it’s a sign this isn’t going to work out and I should let her go after the weekend is over, saying we’re just not a good match.
Though that would be one hell of a lie. There are plenty of things I&
I pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders and bring my legs up under myself. It started raining not long after we got back from the park and it dropped the temperature by twenty degrees. A damp chill took hold of the house, and while the heater is on and running, I haven’t warmed up yet.Which has nothing to do with my cold heart, I’m sure.Jon put Edward to bed, and knowing that he actually wants to spend time with his son is charming. Wait, no it’s not. There’s nothing charming about him. Nope. Not at all. And he certainly didn’t look good in those gray sweatpants. And offering me his jacket wasn’t a smooth move or anything. And putting my arms in the sleeves of said jacket and feeling the heat from his body was a turn-off. Big time.He’s closed off but not socially inept, and his charm isn’t lost on the people of this town. Ms. Soccer Mother at the park was flirting with him, and we got stopped th
Goddammit. Bacon and eggs and blueberry muffins have never tasted so good. Elizabeth piles bacon and eggs on her plate fill a mug halfway with coffee and then tops it off the rest of the way with creamer. She dumps a spoonful of sugar in it as well, bringing her food over to the table. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and the loose strands that fall around her face are begging to be pushed back.She’s wearing black leggings and a tight black T-shirt, with a loose-fitting red-and-black flannel shirt over top. She’s effortlessly beautiful and I can’t find a single thing about her to complain about.“Blueberry muffins are cliché.” She reaches for one, setting it on her plate. “But it was the only kind I could make. You guys must like blueberries.”I smile as I finish chewing a piece of bacon. “Edward eats them like candy.”“That’s good. Better than eating candy like candy.” S
I forgot about conning this man. I forgot about wanting to squeeze every penny I could and leave without so much as a look back. I forgot about my old life, about the shit I have to deal with on a daily basis.For the last four episodes of this scary-as-shit show, all I’ve been able to think about is first, we are probably going to die at the hands of evil spirits tonight, and second, Jonathan is so big and so warm and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to move over and lean against him.I want to feel his hands on me. His lips against mine. I want to at the very least press my hand to his muscular chest and see if his heart is racing because mine is. And it’s not only from being scared of this show.It’s because I know I’m walking a fine line, one that puts me at risk. And I don’t take risks, not like this at least. When my heart is involved, I’m out. It hasn’t been an issue for me before, because
If there was ever a rational part of my brain, it’s now dead and buried six feet under. My cock has taken over, and right now it’s screaming at me to kiss Elizabeth. To take her in my arms, feel her breasts crush against my chest, to put my lips to hers and see if she tastes as good as I think she will.It plays out before me, and I imagine her in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my shirt over my head. My cock jumps at the thought, and I inch in closer and closer.Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. She’s Edward’s nanny and hasn’t even been here that long I’m already trying to make a move on her. But it’s not like she’s uninterested, and I can say by the way she’s biting her bottom lip and is moving toward me that she wants this too.We shouldn’t. We really fucking shouldn’t.But dammit, I’m tired of holding back, of going to bed alone. I’ve
“Yes,” Maggie says, eyes meeting mine. I can see the relief on her face, and more importantly, the relief on Jonathan’s face. Poor little Edward is still sitting there with a spoonful of mashed potatoes hovering on his spoon in front of his face, not knowing what to think. “I do.”“How many cats do you have?” I flick my eyes to Jon’s not knowing if I should be apologetic for going into forbidden territory or not. He meets my gaze and offers a small smile.“Eight.”“Eight?” I echo.“One or two might be temporary.”Maggie’s fiancé, Tommy, raises an eyebrow. “Only one or two?” Maggie smiles guiltily. “They’re all so cute.”“I want a cat!” Edward says, face lighting up. He eats his mashed potatoes and bounces in his seat. “Fatherdy, can we take Dobby home?”“We’ll see,” Jo
I push Edward’s hair back, feeling bad that I forgot to take him for a haircut—again. It’s hard juggling everything, but now it should be easier. Elizabeth is here to help with housework, make dinner, and most of all, to care for the single most important person in my life.“Love you,” I whisper and kiss his forehead before quietly slipping out of his room. Light pours into the dark hall, coming from Elizabeth’s room. She’s sitting on her bed, with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other holding her mobile. I can say right away she’s upset.“Yes, I’m fully aware he needs that medication, but insurance denied it. I’ve been working on it and will pay out of pocket if I have to.” She pauses, listening to whoever is on the mobile. “Sure. If the doctor thinks he needs it, then yeah.” Another pause. I should go and not listen to her conversation, but I’m fighting hard against mys
I sit on the couch, twisting Ray’s yarn mane through my fingers. It’s worn and frayed by now, but the sensation still gives me comfort. I cheat and lie for a living but still take solace in a stuffed animal I’ve had since I was a child.Psychologists would have a field day with me.After going out for breakfast at the cutest little mother-and-pop diner this morning, Jon showed me around town, and we ended the tour at the library. Edward likes to play there, and we left with an armload of picture books, as well as a few paranormal romances for me.One of the books is on the coffee table next to me, and I intended on reading it. Edward fell asleep pretty quickly tonight, and once he was down, I took a quick shower, changed into my PJs, and came downstairs to have a cup of tea and read.It’s so domestic it’s weird.It’s not me at all and yet I’m finding myself liking this more and more. It’s putting me i
I put my squad car in park and get out, stepping into the quiet night that surrounds my house. It’s been a long week, and I’m looking forward to having the weekend off. The living room light is on, and I can see the fuzzy outline of Elizabeth sitting on the couch through the sheer curtains.Several pumpkins and a few pots of mums are on the porch steps, and it looks like she and Edward finished putting up the little graveyard scene in the lawn today, finally decorating for Halloween. She’s been here for two weeks now, and we’ve fallen into a good routine.A good routine that involves awkwardly avoiding the very obvious fact that we’re both extremely attracted to each other.We eat meals together whenever I’m home, and on the nights the sky is clear, Elizabeth goes outside to look at the stars. I’ve joined her a few times, but it’s harder and harder to keep my hands to myself and my heart in my chest whenever I&rsqu
“I think Salsa is a good name.” I give Edward an encouraging nod.“It is cute,” Maggie agrees.“Do you think Father will let Salsa come home with us?” Edward picks up the kitten and kisses her head. Jon got a little nervous around the time he was supposed to go into work. Instead of having Edward come back here, I went over to Maggie’s. Edward and I are staying the night here, and Jon is coming by in the morning.Even though Rebecca was arrested and released with potential charges, we have no idea if she knows I’m back. And once she finds out her plans to sabotage the race, drive me out of town, and get Jon back didn’t work, she’ll be pissed. She might do something crazy.Though if she’s smart, she’ll be on her best behavior so she can try to convince a judge that she’s worthy of any sort of visitation rights with Edward, which seem unlikely considering she basically tried to ki
I reach over and take Elizabeth’s hand. We’re headed back to Eastwood and though I should probably be a dozen other things, I’m happy. Elizabeth is coming home with me.“Why did you start conning people?” I ask, giving her hand a squeeze.“I realized I could,” she confesses. “It wasn’t like a dream I had when I was a little girl to grow up and be a con artist.”“What did you want to be when you grew up?”She shakes her head. “I don’t know. For a while there I wanted to work at a zoo, but then things changed and I realized I didn’t have options. Especially after I dropped out of high school to take care of Heather and Jason.”“You did go back, right?”“Right. My father showed up again and was able to look after them. Luckily, because our mother died shortly after.” She looks out the window and it hits me how different our ch
I sit up, eyes waking up before my mind. I’m uncomfortable with stiff legs and an aching back, and for a split second, I think I fell asleep sitting up on the couch. Then I blink and realize my eyes are still sore and swollen from crying.Yes, crying.The room is dark, and I sit up, stretching my arms over my head. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in the stiff armchair next to my father’s bed at the nursing home. After leaving Jonathan’s house, I walked into town, took Eastwood’s only taxi to Newport and was able to get an Uber to drive me up to Chicago.I didn’t know where else to go other than the nursing home. Father was having a bad day, and just sat in his chair not really paying attention to anything. So, for the first time in my entire life, I spilled my guts. Said everything I ever wanted to say. Confessed the bad things I’ve done as well as admit just how deep my love for Jonathan goes.And Father just sat th
“What about this one?” I ask Edward, picking up a pink teapot with little purple flowers painted along the base.Edward shakes his head. “Elizabeth isn’t really a girly girl, Father.”“Good point. It’s too pink for her. Too bad I didn’t think of this around Halloween.” I push the cart forward, browsing the shelves of a home decor store. We needed to go grocery shopping, and Elizabeth said she wasn’t feeling well. Saying her to stay home and rest, Edward and I set out.Something is off with her, and I’m sure it has to do with Rebecca showing back up. I don’t want Elizabeth to think that old feelings came back the moment I saw my wife. It did the opposite, and if there was any good that came out of this, it’s knowing that I can look at Rebecca and feel absolutely nothing.Elizabeth is the only one I want.“That one!” Edward leans out of the cart an
I pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders, unable to stop shivering. Jon has been gone for nearly an hour now, and I haven’t heard from him. Every minute that passes makes me more anxious. I’ve shut down, told everyone I was tired and wanted to sit in silence on the couch. Morgan wentupstairs to sleep, and Maggie and Tommy left about half an hour ago. Emma woke up crying, and after nursing her back to sleep, Maggie was able to slip her into her car seat and leave.Mrs. Mount walks out from the kitchen to check on me, and I close my eyes and pretend that I’m asleep. I have no idea what will happen. I’m in the middle of nowhere at their farm. While this place feels safe and I trust the Mounts as if they were my own family—actually I trust them more than my own—I want out of here. Because shit is going to hit the fan at any minute and I don’t think I can stand to see the disappointment in Mrs. Mount’s eyes.My
This is the last fucking thing I want to be doing right now. I used to hope Rebecca would show up like this just so I could serve her with divorce papers, but things are already in the works and can get taken care of. I’ll have to call Mr. Williams tomorrow and see how her showing up like this affects my case.Exhaustion hits me, making the short drive from my parents’ house to my house challenging. All I want to do is take Elizabeth up to the bed, fuck her senseless, and pass out naked next to her.We have a good thing going, and I can’t help the sick feeling that’s forming in the pit of my stomach that all this soon-to-be ex-wife drama is too much for her. I’m terrified of losing her, of having her decide this isn’t what she signed up for, and take off running for someone with less baggage.I know events unfolded in such a way tonight that anyone would be shocked, but there’s something different about Elizabeth. I don&
“I swear to you, it burned my mouth,” Maggie says and we both laugh. “I told Tommy I would never go down on him again if he eats spicy food. I know he likes it, but for the sake of a blow job he’ll give it—what the fuck?”She grabs my arm and comes to a dead stop.“What’s wrong?” I face Maggie. Her green eyes are wide and it’s like she just saw a ghost. Following her line of sight, I turn and do a double-take. The annoying eavesdropping woman from the visitation room at the prison is standing a few feet from us.Is this a strange coincidence or is she—“What the fuck are you doing here?” Maggie demands, and a darkness that I’ve never seen before comes out in here. “Get the hell out of here before I beat your ass.”The annoying lady puts her hand on her hip and shakes her head. “Nice to see you too, Maggie.” Wait a minute. She knows Maggie?
“You’re officially a heartbreaker, Jonathan.” Elizabeth turns away from the stove, setting down a wooden spoon. I just got home from work and the house smells amazing. “How so?” I ask, amused. I take off my shoes. “And what is that?” “Spiced cider. We can add rum to ours if you want.”“That sounds good.” It’s a cold and windy day and I spent the last hour and a half of my shift outside in it, dealing with a car accident. No one was seriously hurt, but both people involved had flaring tempers, which made everything take twice as long. I unzip my coat, longing to feel Elizabeth’s warm body pressed against me. “How am I a heartbreaker?”Elizabeth strides over and wraps her arms around my neck. I slip a cold hand under her shirt, making her shriek and squirm away. I hold her tighter, laughing.“Your hands are like ice!”“It’s cold out.”
I’ve never felt more welcome, more at home, than I do with the Mounts. Everyone was thrilled when Jon told them we were dating. I think I smiled the entire time we ate, the whole way home, and while I straightened up the house when Jon put Edward to bed.“I have to work in the morning,” Jon reminds me when I get into bed next to him.“I know. You’re leaving at seven, right?”“Yeah. And then I have some campaign shit to do.” He turns off the bedside light and takes me in his arms. “I want to stay home with you.”“I’d like that too.” I curl a leg up around him.“Is it presumptuous to open that box of condoms now?” he asks with a cheeky grin. “No. Not at all.”He kisses my neck and moves on top of me. “So, we had sex,” he begins.“We did? When?”“Just now. You didn’t feel it?”&ldqu