If you want to fly, give up what weighs you down. – BuddhaMonday morning Reese walked into the florist shop with the names of the flowers JD had given him. Well, most of them. Dean had said that they were hopeless since neither could figure what the star flower was. Reese looked around the shop a little bit while the clerk finished up with the other patron. It was in a shopping center that he had recently bought. This would be his second shopping center. It was a huge loss in the beginning. The profit would be in the long game. But he was willing to wait.He could afford to lose some money at the beginning of a project. And it gave others a chance to do just as he did. Start with a small business and let it grow. If he could say that he was part of the process of making someone’s dreams come true, he would consider himself a success. The money was nice. Being able to spoil his family was great. Helping someone fulfill their lifelong dream was the best. Also high on the list, was re
She remembered who she was and the game changed. – Lalah DeliahAfter lunch, Helen continued to look at the large bouquet sitting on her reception desk. Every time that she looked at it, she could feel her eyes water. She fought back her tears and forced a smile.“Helen?” Frank said from behind her. “Why don’t you step in my office for a moment?”She nodded and called Donna. After writing down the appointments, she locked her computer and headed down the hall. Knocking on the door to the inner office, dread filled her when she saw Katherine in the office also. There was also another man that Helen was pretty sure was Geoff, the manager of accountants. Compared to the suits that the two men wore and the expensive maternity dress that Katherine wore, Helen felt under dressed. She was wearing a black wrap dress that Reese had bought her from the P & Q boutique. It was a casual outfit, but professional. Most of her clothes from before she started going to the gym no longer fit her. The w
I believe in you, now it’s your turn. – Natalia HarhajDean and JD texted and spoke often. Each would send pictures and memes back and forth. At one point, he got caught sending a selfie of him at practice.“Who the hell are you texting?” Craig asked.“My girlfriend.” JD said it without thinking and thought that it was the right answer.“Is she hot?” One of the freshmen asked and Deon pushed the kid into the pool.“Is she hot?” Deon asked with a grin.JD scrolled up to the picture that Dean had just sent from her own practice. "Damn!" Craig said as he tried to take the phone from him."Get your hands off my phone before I tell your girlfriend your checking out mine." JD warned."Asshole." Craig muttered as coach ordered them all into the pool. JD got a message from Dean Friday afternoon asking if she could come to Sunday dinner for a few minutes. He told her that they were welcome to come for however long they wanted. It would be at their apartment this time and prepare for a fabulo
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful. – Sophia LorenBunny ripped the pull tab open and carefully removed the pictures. The one on top was a silhouette of Helen in a doorway with sheer curtains covering her. She was in high heels with one foot on the ground and the other on the door frame at knee height. Her butt and head were on the frame with her back arched. One hand grasped the top of the door frame and the other was touching her chin with just her fingertips.“Holy hell.” Jaxon said. The next picture was the same pose but in color. The black skirt was short enough to show just a hint of the top of the thigh high lace. A black lace bra peaked out under the short fitted burgundy velvet jacket. “Hubba. Hubba.” Ty declared. The next one was a candid shot that Michelle took while Reese was helping Helen up on the high stool. Her skirt had ridden up exposing the top of her thighs. Her hands were braced on his arms and his hands rested on her wai
You’re a fighter. Look at everything you’ve overcome. Don’t give up now. – Olivia BensonJolene had been looking forward to Thanksgiving with her family. It had been weeks, if not months, since she had seen them. The last time that she had seen her family was after Ty got burned last month. Or was it the month before?It all seemed to blend into one long memory anymore.She had her suspicions about the triad. Jolene knew her brother better than he thought she did. She also saw the occasional looks and touches between the three of them. Maybe her mom’s new boyfriend would be there. JD had said that they were talking again but didn’t go into details. But they were all getting the daily pictures of her flowers. Jolene was glad that her mom was finally finding some happiness.Since JD was insisting on making his now famous apple crisp, she could try the dessert that everyone was raving about. At least she could still text and talk with her family. With that thought, she suddenly feared t
The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you’ve become. – Nikita GillReese was helping Dean with the last few dishes for their Thanksgiving meal. They were having it in Dean’s house since she had the double oven. Mary insisted on having a kitchen big enough to cook for large family parties. With nine sisters and way too many nieces to count, they had a lot of family. Even with it just being the three of them. both ovens were going. The turkey was already cooked by the chef at Oar House. Last time Reese had tried to cook a turkey by himself, Mary got a new kitchen. He was not making that mistake ever again.The large kitchen was designed in a modern farmhouse style with dark grayish blue and sea glass green. The countertops were a white quartz that complimented the reclaimed wood look floors. The radiant heated floors meant that Dean was usually barefoot. Just as she was now, with her gray pajama pants and hot pink Elvira shirt. Reese was in faded jeans an
You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days. – Alain de BottonSheriff Gina Dawson firmly believed that a good leader would lead by example and sacrifice. Not by demands and special treatment. And that is why she volunteered to do a twelve-hour tour on the holidays. Every holiday. She always wanted to make sure that her deputies had time with their families. Especially those with young children.Her own kids were grown and most had kids of their own now. She enjoyed being a grandma. There were times that she wished she was not being a grandma on her own. But fate had its own plans. She learned that when she buried her husband of twenty-seven years. He was killed in a shoot out with bank robbers. Wasn’t that the stereotypical death for a cop? With them both in law enforcement, they always joked that at least one of them would die in a bank robbery. When the police captain and sheriff pulled her into the sheriff’s o
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. – Mary ShelleyHendricks came around the corner in the complex and saw Pawlowski standing next to his patrol car. She got out of the car and switched on her camera giving the older man a not so nice greeting.“I hate these fucking calls.”He agreed and they hurried up the path. “With a damned fucking passion.”From the other side of the door was a loud crash followed by a man yelling “I own you, bitch!”“Ladies first.” Pawlowski motioned to the door. Twenty years ago, he could have taken the door down with no issue. Now he let the younger officers have the pleasure. He stepped to the side, with his tazer drawn and aimed at the ground, with his back to the outside wall, he nodded at the younger officer.“Thanks.” Hendricks replied with a smirk. She did two well-placed kicks to the door, and it burst open on the second kick. With quick movements taught by the army and perfected in the department, she drew her tazer as she entered the