RebeccaFor a moment, they danced in silence, and Rebecca found her mind wandering. She imagined for a moment that she was dancing with Jason instead of Kade, and a slight thrill went through her, her breath catching in her chest. What would it be like to be pressed up against Jason in the same way that she was dancing with Kade now? Surely she would feel more than this. Wouldn’t she? Or was she simply grasping for something that didn’t truly exist?The song ended and Kade turned her around, bowing slightly before catching her attention. “You want to dance again or grab our beers and hang out with Trisha?”“I’m getting old, so the beer sounds great. Let’s dance again later?”“Anything you want,” he murmured, his gaze moving across the slinky material of her dress. She almost cursed herself for wearing something so form-fitting, but turned and walked toward Trisha, the heaviness of Kade’s hand pressing on her lower back.Do all guys do that? Is it just instinct to reach out and guide t
Rebecca“I’m out with Trisha. What’s up? You okay?” Panic flooded her at the angst in his voice. Parker was rarely a basket case when it came to his emotions, but she could hear the tension in his voice.“I’m at your house. I just needed to talk.”“Oh. I’m stuck here at Nite Moves on FM 1960 in North Houston. Come get me and I’ll have an excuse to get out of here.” She looked around the parking lot, shocked that people were still piling in. It had to be after midnight.“You sure? I don’t want to mess up your groove or anything.” He laughed, but the sound fell flat.“My groove went to bed an hour ago, and things couldn’t be more awkward here, to be honest.” She shivered and moved back toward the door, yelping softly as her back hit the cold glass.“You okay?”“Yes, it’s just freezing out here and I don’t have my damn coat.”“Okay. I’m coming to get you. Be there in fifteen minutes or so.”She hung up and rushed back toward the entrance, slipping in with a group of older females and fee
RebeccaParker’s fingers beat along the steering wheel as he pulled out of the night club, his eyes a little puffy and his blond hair a mess. Rebecca wanted to pry, but wasn’t exactly sure how to start. He’d come to her apartment needing her shoulder to lean on, so leaving her night out on the town was no problem, but whatever was bothering him seemed to be worse than anything she could imagine. She waited a few more minutes before pushing.“Okay, spill.”He looked over at her, his eyes wide as he ran his fingers through his hair. “What?”“Spill. You came over to the house looking for me and then were willing to come all the way to North Houston to get me at midnight. What the hell is going on?”He shrugged and looked back at the road, the freeway empty in front of them. “I just needed to talk to you. I went home after last night and thought about our conversation and how right you were that I had no ability to change Mina. She is who she is and I married her knowing that.”“Good for
RebeccaParker simply nodded and moved back, Rebecca reaching over to take his hand into hers and pull him toward the house. She’d only seen Parker in such a state a few times, one of the worst being when his former wife decided to have an affair and he’d walked in on her having sex with another man. That scenario had landed him in jail for the night, and Rebecca had bailed him out the next morning, as soon as she heard about it. He’d given his ex-wife the house and come to live with Rebecca for a month or so until he could find a new place and emotionally stand on his own two feet again.They walked up the long sidewalk to her place and took the elevator in silence. She kept rubbing his thumb with her thumb, a hopeful reminder that she cared for him and would help him heal and get past this mess that was his life.She moved in front of him to open the door, the draft in the hallway causing her to shiver. “Why is it still so cold here? It’s springtime.”“It’s Texas, Becca. The winter
RebeccaAfter crashing at around six that morning, Rebecca didn’t stir until close to one that afternoon, her phone buzzing on the nightstand next to her. She yawned and stretched, hating to get up and knowing that it was far past time. Sunday was her day to shop and go for a long jog, a day of catching up a little here and there and resting like crazy in all the breaks in between.Six messages on her phone. Five were from Trisha asking about Parker and talking about how great Kade was. There was one from Jason asking if she wanted to join him at a friend’s house to watch the game and eat some snacks later that afternoon. She laid the phone back down and crawled out of bed, padding to the living room to see Parker snuggled up on her couch, dead to the world.Her situation was rough, but Parker’s was heartbreaking. It might be a good thing in disguise, but there was no way he was going to see that for a while. Most women thought that having a man cheat on them was worse than anything t
Rebecca“Why is the fridge totally empty?” Parker’s voice yelled above the sound of the water from her shower.Rebecca yelped and covered herself, as if Parker could see through the thick shower curtain. She rolled her eyes and growled, leaning her head out and staring at him as he peeked through the slightly opened door.“Why are you talking to me while I’m in the shower?”“Because it’s hot, and I’m hungry.”She laughed and shook her head. “I’ll be out in a minute and we’ll go grab something at the grocery store to cook. Shut the freaking door.”He laughed and she heard the sound of the door shutting, leaning over to peek out once more to make sure he didn’t stay in the bathroom with her. The man had no couth at all, but she loved him all the same. The thought of spending the afternoon curled up on a couch next to Jason was a little more desirable than she cared to admit to herself, her will failing horribly in the face of carnal attraction. He was everything she imagined wanting, an
RebeccaThe traffic on the way to work on Monday morning was heinous, but having Parker in the car made it a bit easier. He’d demanded to drive, whining something about losing his masculinity if he let a woman drive him to work. He claimed that Rebecca might as well cut off his balls. She rolled her eyes at the drama and threw him the keys, reminding him that they could always drive separately.And people complain about women being emos. She’d spent most of Sunday afternoon cooking and cleaning; her laundry pile had gotten ridiculous. She’d have to run to the cleaners that afternoon to pick up her dry-cleaning so that she’d be ready for her flight to Oklahoma on Tuesday just after lunch. Jason verified that he would be going with her, so first thing after reaching the office, Rebecca stopped by to get the new receptionist, Lisa, to book them two tickets.She parted ways with Parker, the morning still early and the rest of the staff usually not getting in until later in the day. Then
RebeccaThe cafe was busy, but a small table still sat open in the corner, the seat yourself setting making life harder during the rush hour effect of lunchtime in downtown Houston. Rebecca hurried over, smoothing her gray skirt as she slid into one of two lonely chairs. She checked her phone and slipped it into her purse, sitting back and enjoying the diverse array of people. Most of those in the deli were on their lunch hour too, by the nervous tick of impatience that sat on many of their faces; their fidgeting gave them away.She waved as Trisha walked in and motioned her over. “Hey, you.”“Hey, Becca.”Rebecca stood and pointed to the other seat. “Take a seat and I’ll get us something. I don’t want to lose this table, and that’s worth paying for your lunch today.”Trisha laughed and sat down. Her black slacks fit well, but her purple sweater was a little loud for Rebecca’s liking.“I’ll take a turkey on rye and a bag of chips.”Rebecca nodded and walked toward the line, a handsome