I didn't even breathe, just spoke. "Your mother came to see me."He dropped his hand. "Ah fuck. I'm sorry. I should have known and warned you. I can only picture what she would do and say. Were Jon and Bitsy there?"Of course he would worry about them too. That was Reed. "No, and I'm glad. Jon could handle her, but she would have scared Bits.""I've dealt with her for years, Jaycee, and I can tell you she'll lie and manipulate to get exactly what she wants."I gave him a slight smile. "You mean you don't have a fianceé heading into town?"He lifted his hand again and smoothed my hair, using his other hand to trace my lower lip with his finger. "I want a fianceé, but that's a talk for later. What else did she say?"My heart rate picked up, but I refused to give into what Reed offered. "It doesn't matter what she said. I know a little about your family history. I know your mother married your dad for his money." I reached my hand up and covered Reed's. "I know your dad died loving
We left the hotel at noon and found ourselves at a medium-sized ballpark, with Bitsy and I dressed in our number eight jerseys. Jon didn't wear a jersey, but he wore a t-shirt with the team colors, blue and white. He still did the whole dark-eyed sinister thing, but he managed to carry it off and not look ridiculous. I couldn't remember the last time he wasn't wearing black outside of the swimming pool. He gave me the cold shoulder and answered with one word whenever he could get away with it, but he'd made his point. I know he didn't think I would listen or take advice from him, but he had managed to break through the wall I'd put up since Reed's mother's visit. Tickets were waiting and our seats were above the Bandits' dugout.Chi Chi ran toward us when she saw us approach. "Hey, girlfriend. Long time no see. I figured you didn't make your flight because of the bad mood your man's in." Something must have shown on my face because she followed her statement up with, "Ah, ooh." She
Sal, Chi Chi, Clare, and Dustin joined us for pizza. If I thought Reed was a little boy when playing with Jon and Bitsy, he took it to an entirely different level with his friends. It was worse than playing horse on Reed's basketball court. The guys were ruthless unless Bitsy was in a game. It didn't matter what they played; if she was in it, she won. Jon had to fight for every inch because they treated him as an equal, and I figured it was a man thing.We made it back to the hotel late. Reed helped me tuck Bitsy in, said goodnight to Jon, kissed me on the cheek, and walked to the front door. I stood in confused silence. He was leaving me alone again tonight. Jon watched me with an evil grin as I stormed into my room. If it wasn't for my exhaustion after two nights of no sleep, I don't think I would have passed out the way I did. Bitsy landed on my bed the following morning dressed in a different Disney shirt ready to hit the amusement park. I showered and walked out to a full break
"Do you think Jon and Bitsy will want me to adopt them?" Reed asked sleepily."I think they will. When are you going to ask?""Tomorrow." He looked at the clock and smiled. "Today, but right now, let's cuddle."I liked that idea, but of course, cuddling turned to sex before we finally passed out and slept until the morning sun was high in the sky."Come on, sleepyhead, get up, and take a quick shower. I called Chi Chi and she's heading to the practice field so I can talk to Jon and Bitsy."His face was animated, and Reed the little boy was back. He was hell-bent on getting back to our suite as soon as possible. We showered together, but washed ourselves, which made me grouchy. I didn't bother fixing my hair or I think he'd have strangled me. A little makeup and ponytail was all I had time for before he pulled me out the door. He carried my bag, so I guessed we weren't going back to the room.Jon and Bitsy were watching television when we came in. Reed hugged Bitsy and kissed her
PART FOURHolding my double soy latte and keys in one hand with my scrap bag in the other, I struggled to place the key in the car door. My trembling fingers didn't help. I could have set my bag down or rested the strap on my shoulder, but no, that would be too easy.The coffee tipped a little too far. I stumbled back, almost falling off my clearance, Valentino knockoffs, or Vals, as I'd named them. They still cost more than I could afford. I bought them in celebration when I finished my internship at the Cleveland News and Journal and they offered me a full-time position. I'd worn them exactly twice over the past eighteen months. They only had a two-inch heel, but that was the high end of my balancing act. I hid my sexy shoes beneath pants that were a little too long and definitely too baggy. The shoes were as far as I would step to the wild side. I was too introverted for more. And, I needed my Vals for good luck because the chief editor of the daily news division, Mr. Miller, re
My anxiety increased the entire walk to my car. I didn't trust my stomach enough to check in with Ted. I shut my car door and stared at the gray wall in front of me. What the hell was I going to do? I was so nervous and maybe I wasn't ready for the big break I dreamed of. Meeting Miller's eyes and those of his secretary was physically painful. Without thinking, I reached for my latte and downed a healthy dose of cold coffee. Yuck! Why me? There was no way anyone could look at me and see a sports reporter. Hell, any kind of reporter, but assuredly not sports.I pulled the large envelope from my bag and turned on the overhead light. After opening the clasp, several sheets of paper with my schedule, boarding pass, and a credit card slipped out. I checked the itinerary first. My plane left at eight forty-five the following morning. The name of my hotel was listed next, followed by a seven a.m. appointment the following day with Van Stelson, one of the team's owner/managers. My daily sched
The schoolboys took notice, and before I knew it I was on my first date. He had grabby hands and sloppy kisses, but I still had a good time. I hooked up with another ball player the following week. Keeping them from going up my shirt wasn't easy. I let them touch my breasts over my clothes, but that was it. This went on until the football team's captain took me out. Conner acted different. He did nothing more than give me a kiss on the cheek after our date. For the first time, I wanted to go out with the same guy again. Conner took his time, and a few weeks later, my shirt and bra were completely off. He became the love of my teenage romantic life. He was the onehis hand in my back pocket when we walked through campus, hot kisses, and eventually backseat sex. We talked about attending the same college and getting married after we earned our diplomas. Even our names were the perfect match- Conner and Cami.He played three sports and I attended every game. No, I wasn't cheerleader mater
I took a cab to the airport three hours before my plane departed. Traffic was a gnarly mess even though there wasn't a ray of sunlight in the sky. Welcome to the city. I had an hour and a half to relax after checking my bag and making it through security. When I woke up that morning, I swore I would hold my head high. No shirking from eye contact. I caught myself looking down repeatedly, but with sheer willpower, I jerked my head up each time. I settled into a corner table at Starbucks with a latte, compliments of my Journal credit card. After pulling out my iPad, I continued my lessons in the foreign language of rugby. I also had my old college laptop that needed to get me through until Christmas. It would be the only Christmas item on my list for my parents this year.I have no idea why I typed Van's name in the search engine first. It was ridiculous that I found myself attracted to him. Jock and most eligible bachelor. He and I would never happen. I could just imagine all the women