"I'm pretty sure my chef skills will speak for me. People won't care if my hair is a simple ponytail or if my outfit is simple as long as my food is good," I said, trying not to sound confrontational. Biting my tongue, I looked down at my meal as the two women exchanged glances. Goldie cleared her throat, and I was expecting another barb about my hair or clothes. Instead, she asked, "You are now working as a pastry chef?" "Yes, ma'am," I replied. "How long have you been doing that?" she inquired. "Formally, since I was sixteen and legally able to work." "I'm sure it's not a high-paying job," she said, her manicured fingers tapping against her glass. "It pays enough," I returned. "Why didn't you go to college and get a degree like Daisy did so you could get a good-paying job?" she asked, a manicured eyebrow rising as she assessed me. I could have told her the entire truth – I was too busy caring for Sage and Robin to go to college. Instead, I told her what I figured she needed
Michael The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee. That was unusual because I normally beat everyone up. Jade barely acknowledged my good morning, which told me something was bothering her. I started to ask what was wrong when a sleepy Robin made his way into the room, rubbing his eyes. Turningaround to face our son, Jade plastered a fake smile on her face. "What would you like for breakfast, baby?" "Pancakes, please,"he said sleepily. "Coming right up,"she said. "With chocolate chips?"he inquired hopefully. "I thinkwe can manage that for breakfast," she told him. Then, almost as an afterthought, she asked, "Michael, would you like some pancakes?" I raised an eyebrow."That would be terrific," I slowly said. I wasn't interested in eating chocolate chip pancakes, but I liked having meals with Robin. The tension emanatedfrom her so strongly that even Robin felt it. He ate faster than he normally did and wasn't full of his usual chatter. "May I be excused?" he asked as s
Jade I packed items Robin and I would need for the next few days. I would return for the rest of our things one day next week when Michael was at work. My heart was dying inside, but I couldn't stay here. My hair, nails, and clothes weren't perfect like Daisy's and Goldie's, and I couldn't think, talk and act as they do. And I damn sure don't have the money that they have. Sage was surprised when Robin and I showed up. "I wasn't expecting to see you guys. What's up?" she asked, her face creased in concern as she eyed our bags. "Can I have some ice cream?" Robin piped up. "Sure, buddy. There are some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer." Sage said. He dropped his bag with a smile and ran into the kitchen to grab his snack. Sage sat on one of the barstools and put her chin into her hands. She looked at me and waited. I told her about the entire situation. I explained how Daisy just showed up and took over everything. I told her about lunch and how humiliated I was, although I w
Michael I sat, in stunned silence, as I watched Jade walk out the door with my son. I still had no clue as to what had happened. Running my fingers through my hair, I opened a beer and went through our conversation. After a couple of replays, I was still confused. I wasn't sure if Jade was mad at me because I asked Daisy to help her or if it was because I didn't ask Jade if she wanted or needed help. I figured that it was both. I was also thoroughly confused about why she was so upset about what Mother said. The only thing I figured I could do was to call Mother and ask her what she thought about the situation. So, I decided to make a trip home. "Honey, I'm surprised to see you here," Mom exclaimed when I dropped a kiss on her cheek. "Is everything okay?" "No, but I'm not sure why," I told her. "What's wrong?" she asked in concern, cupping my cheek with her hand. "So, you know how I asked Daisy to help Jade with her business plan?" "Yes," she replied slowly, wondering where I
Jade The doorbell rang while I was enjoying my morning coffee. I was trying to get motivated to tackle all my pressing tasks, and the doorbell ringing was the perfect distraction. "Hey, can you grab that?" Sage yelled from her room. I really wasn't in the "people" mood today, but I dutifully set my cup down on the table and made my way to the front door. A bored middle-aged man with a receding hairline stood on the porch, holding a glass vase of purple roses. "Jade Shelton?" the man asked. "Yes, that's me," I said in confusion. He handed me a clipboard. "Please sign here." Once I had done that, he thrust the vase of roses into my hands and left without saying another word. "Charming man," I muttered sarcastically as I closed the door behind him. "Who was it?" Sage called out. "Someone delivering flowers," I replied. She popped into the kitchen to check out the delivery. She whistled. "Purple roses. Those are definitely for you. Who are they from?" "There's no card," I tol
"I did. I hope you like them. I remember you told me once that purple roses were your favorite," he said. "They are, and I love them," I said sincerely. "Thank you." He looked as though he wasn't sure how to say what was on his mind. Then, after a brief, awkward silence, he said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stepped on your toes by asking Daisy to help you with your project. I should have asked you first if you wanted some assistance." I smiled at him. "I understand that you were trying to help me reach my end goal faster, and of course, I forgive you. I have to admit that Daisy's changes did help a lot. Once she started explaining things, I learned a lot from her." He nodded but cleared his throat. "It also wasn't fair that you were blindsided by lunch with Mother. She also apologizes and said that she didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Michael said. "Apologies accepted," I said, wondering if he had told his mother everything I had said. Robin stared at us wide-eyed as he too
Michael Since Jade had agreed to move back in with me, the last few months were the best of my life. Falling asleep next to her allowed me to fall asleep focusing on positive, restful thoughts instead of stressing out about my to-do list for the next day. For the first time in my life, I have been able to enjoy watching the success of another person's dream. I'd always been so caught up in my own business and making sure that my end ran smoothly that I hadn't paid attention to the hard work put in by small businesses, especially those just starting. One thing that had not changed at all was Jade's stubbornness. She completed her business plan, which I thought was extremely well done. I suggested that she allow me to be her financial backer. At first, she refused until I drew up a formal contract. I would loan her the amount needed to purchase the building, equipment, and everything she would need to get started. After six months, she would make regular payments to repay the loan
Jade I stared at myself in the mirror. This didn't seem real. I was actually getting married to the man I was madly in love with. If I was honest, I fell in love with Michael the first moment I saw him at the fashion show. Making love to him later sealed the deal, and from that moment on, he was a part of my soul. Sage was putting the finishing touches on my hair when Michael's grandfather came in. "Will you excuse us a moment, Sage?" he asked. "Of course, sir," she said, casting a worried look toward me. She was well aware of our less than amicable relationship that had existed in the past. However, I was confident that Mr. Fletcher and I had moved past that point. After Sage closed the door softly behind her, the old man sat on the bed and sighed. "I know that I wasn't always kind to you, and I haven't always treated you the way you deserved to be treated," he began. He took a deep breath, and I waited. I knew that it wouldn't be easy for him to express his thoughts. "When
My skin buzzes at the sound of his deep voice. I have a second to wonder if it's my imagination before I glance toward the door where Luke is standing.In the flesh. Looking so good that it hurts.At my lack of response, he cautiously slips in and closes the door with a lock clicking, shutting us out from the rest of the world. My heart picks up speed as his gaze roams over me, then settles on my face. I swallow and finally push down my speechlessness."Luke...what are you doing here?"He's silent for a while as he just looks at me. Then he clears his throat."I saw you earlier. Wearing that...looking like that. You took my breath away, but you were gone just as quickly."The way he says it...I can hear his longing. The smile from earlier is gone, replaced by a desire glimmering deep in his gaze. There's a triumphant feeling inside me that he never looked at the gorgeous woman in white this way, but it's immediately smothered by the knowledge that they're still a much better pairing t
Olivia"Hey, Liv! I'm glad you could make it!"I grin at Wanda, who's already with Maria and Jasper when I find her. The three make a beeline toward me, giving me hugs before they take in what I'm wearing. A round of oohs and aahs come, and my cheeks heat up."Come on, guys. I just got this from a thrift shop. And it's basic black."The event was announced long ago: a small charity party with the doctors, the staff, and some of the hospital's major sponsors in attendance, held at the largest conference room. It didn't sink into my mind that it would be a semi-formal event or that it would fall on my day off until yesterday, but the black dress that has always been in my closet is a lifesaver.Medical assistants are not obligated to go, but the director wants us to. Nurses don't have to, but Maria and Jasper are free and said they wouldn't miss getting all glamoured up for the world.Maria rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Sweetheart, if I looked like that in black, I would wear it every
I nod. "Yeah. For when the software has some technical problems and someone has questions about how to use the device."Henry shakes their hands, including Riley's. A seasoned veteran of life, he's friendly, outgoing, and pretty much will shake anyone's hand, which makes him perfect for his department. "Pleased to meet you both. Luke hasn't brought a lot of guests here, so it's good to see some new faces. Are you customers of the product? Or perhaps you're a new member of the team?" He beams at Riley. "And who's this sweetheart?"I look at Olivia, unsure how to play this. But before I can answer, Riley speaks first."I'm Luke's daughter."It's like a bomb dropping-at least, it feels that way to me and Olivia, if her wide eyes and stupefied expression are any indication. My head whips toward Riley, who is smiling at Henry, with Henry eyeing her curiously."You are?"She nods. "Luke is my dad." Then she turns to me. "You're my dad, aren't you?"Color me stunned and rendered speechless.
LukeBeing in Olivia’s house again after taking her so thoroughly a week ago feels more intimate than I anticipated, but it’s also exciting. It’s my third playdate with Riley, who doesn’t have movie-watching in mind this time.“I still have homework, Luke, and I should finish it today.”“Oh. Do you want help with it?”“No. I want to do my homework by myself. Mom says to ask for help if I’m confused, but I’m not confused.”It’s another way of saying she’s independent, which amuses me as I follow her to a room that her mom made into her homework area. The small table is already littered with books, crayons, and the like. I watch Riley start coloring before I gingerly sit on the stool beside her.Immediately, she giggles. “You’re too big for the chair, Luke.”I grin. “It’s okay. I just want to watch you.”She finishes coloring and starts on some math problems. I wait for her to ask for help. But she doesn’t. Realizing my presence might be a detriment more than anything, I carefully stand
I curl my hand inward until his head tilts just a little bit to rest on it. Luke emits a longer sigh, his weariness visible. But he doesn't even care about that.The guy who acts out in front of everyone, sometimes even to patients, has a good heart. I've seen glimpses of it throughout our interactions and the way he treats Riley, but I guess I've been holding back from fully seeing this side of him. He's also just human-the type who, at the end of the day, feels for his patients and gets affected by their condition no matter how hard he tries to separate himself from them.It's this understanding that propels me forward until I'm no longer just cupping his cheek but hugging him, too. I can sense his surprise from his sudden tension, but it's gone in a blink as his arms wrap around me. I know I'm the one comforting him, but the warmth he emits is a source of comfort for me, too."Liv...what is this?"His voice is gruff and just a little bit confused."I just thought you needed a hug."
OliviaI pace the office, done with work, and find myself stuck with nothing to do. I’m sure many people would kill for that problem, but without anything to do, my mind can’t help running a mile a minute as I wait for the person I need to speak with the most.I jump at the knock on the door, then turn to Wanda as she peeks in.“Hey. Wanna get some of that fresh bread down the street before we head home?”I force a smile out. “Sounds great, but I’ll have to pass. I’m staying for a bit.”“Isn’t it past your work hours?”“Yes, but I need to check in with Dr. Jennings about the surgery progress. It’s easier to record everything now than tomorrow.”She shakes her head and mutters about me working too hard, then waves and leaves. I glance at the clock. I should be going home, but it’s one of those lucky days where Nancy asked to stay longer since she needs the extra cash.But as it turns out, I don’t have to wait long as Luke walks in a few minutes later, already scrubbed down.I already h
Luke“If I didn’t know better, I swear you’re acting like this because you haven’t gotten laid in a while.”Not many doctors can say that to my face, not even the hospital’s director, but I suppose Kyle Malone is an exception. He’s not a resident doctor, but he’s trusted and experienced enough that he’s become the regular go-to when we have doctors on long leaves and the hospital needs a temporary replacement.He’s also a childhood friend, who came from the same background as me and rebelled from his wealthy family to pursue his dream of becoming a doctor, which his family considered beneath him.“I’m just knee-deep in work, that’s all.”Kyle raises a brow. “When you’re that overloaded, you’re usually snapping at everyone and acting like a grump, not mooning over your desk with bags under your eyes. What’s up?”Okay, so there’s no denying that I’ve been sleepless lately. And when I do sleep, it’s filled with dreams—and let’s just say those dreams are too raunchy to be said out loud. B
"It's the one talent Riley didn't inherit from me.""What about art? Did she inherit that from you?"I look up, surprised that he remembers me mentioning it years ago. I shake my head. "It's too early to tell. But so far, she's not interested in doodling.""I see. Do you still draw? Or paint?""Sometimes. When I'm stressed or when there's time.""Are you stressed lately?"I nod. "Yeah, but I don't have time to draw or paint.""Too bad. I would have liked to see your work."Right. He doesn't know that my work is available to the public-or at least, samples are available online, as well as some finished works for people to purchase or check out should they want to commission me. I debate telling him about it, but my decision is waylaid when one of his hands leaves my waist and takes my hand."Luke?""You've got callouses. I never noticed. This is an artist's hand."I suck in a breath when he caresses my fingertips, specifically the callouses on them. It's supposed to be nothing but an o
Olivia"How is she?"I close the bedroom door quietly and turn to Nancy, Riley's babysitter for the past three months. She's wonderful at it and I've had no complaints. But she's also young, just recently eighteen, and I know the situation rattled her a bit."She's fine. The fever's gone now, actually, and I think it started going down right after you called me." I smile in reassurance. "You did a good job giving her medicine and that warm bath."Nancy eyes my smile, then sighs in relief. "Oh, thank goodness. I was nervous. I don't usually get nervous since I've had plenty of experience babysitting, but I think this is the first time someone had a fever under my watch. Since you're a medical assistant, I thought I should call you and let you know in case it's something more serious.""It's probably just the weather, but I'll monitor her. Don't worry about it. You can go home, Nancy. Same time tomorrow?""Of course."I walk her to the door, appreciating her more for admitting her nerve