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My Father's Best Friend You Need to Go
Lanie“Let’s go talk in the hallway.” I slowly stood. It had occurred to me while reading to Raven that if she could hear the articles like I wanted her to, she could probably hear everything else we were saying.In the hall, I closed the door behind us. Andrew had already set to pacing, walking up and down along the hall. A bad kind of tingling covered the back of my neck.“What’s going on with the police?” I asked.“They can’t do their fucking jobs. That’s what’s going on.” Andrew pivoted, doing another march away from me. “They keep saying Jason wasn’t drinking, that he wasn’t doing drugs, that everything was normal. It was just an accident.”I bit down on my bottom lip. This again.“Car accidents happen sometimes,” I quietly said.“Not out of the blue. I’ve avoided missing dozens of animals since I started driving. Shit. Hundreds if you count the squirrels. And never once have I driven into a tree because I was trying not to run something over. Have you talked to him?”“No.” I unc
My Father's Best Friend He's Clean
Andrew“This is everything I got.” Keith Shepherd laid the folder on my home desk.I lifted it, testing its weight—or, rather, lightness. “It’s not much.”“There’s not much on him. He’s a seventeen-year-old boy.”I directed a frown his way. I hadn’t hired a private investigator to give me lip.Cracking the folder, I took a brief look at the three sheets inside. There was a page of the basic facts. Date of birth, home address, etc. Nothing that important, and nothing I couldn’t have found out myself.The second page was a printed-out instant messaging chat between Jason and someone named Hayden, dated a month earlier. According to the super-secretive conversation, they had plans to hit the mall, and Jason hoped Raven would be there. Again, nothing special.Then there was a report from school, detailing a few detentions Jason had gotten—all for being late to class or disrupting the learning environment. This late part I probably could have gotten from Lanie, but that was out of the ques
My Father's Best Friend The Nightmare Never Ends
Andrew“It’s me,” Karen softly said, entering my office.As if it would be anyone but my housekeeper. Despite my pain, I smiled a bit at that. “Come in.”The door slowly opened, and she peered in. I’d given her the day off, but she showed up anyway. Her husband had come by earlier in the day as well, offering his help in any way he could.They were both good people. Better than I probably deserved.“I made some soup,” Karen said. “Chicken noodle.”“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”Karen’s forehead wrinkled in worry. “You didn’t eat any lunch.”“I’m fine.”“And you barely had breakfast.”I started to ask if she was my mother, but I held my tongue. In a way, Karen was just that. My parents lived states away. I hadn’t told them about Raven yet, and I knew why. A part of me felt guilty for keeping her away from them for so long, for only taking her on a handful of trips to see them over the last seventeen years. Raven barely knew her grandparents, and it was all my fault. Danica’s parents had
My Father's Best Friend On the Outside
Lanie“So.” Erica settled onto her couch, curled her legs under herself, and looked at me with a dramatic pause.I raised my eyebrows, waiting.“What do you want for dinner?”“That’s what you were gonna ask me?”“Yeah. It’s Thursday night.”“I remember.”“I have that recipe for white bean stew.” She ticked it off on her finger. “And then we could make lasagna.” Another tick. “If we want anything else other than frozen waffles, we’ll have to go to the store.”“Ugh. The store.” I grabbed the folded blanket hanging from over the back of the armchair and tossed it over my legs. “It’s so cold out there, and the store is so far away.”“True. A block.”“Don’t you have some leftover candy from that Halloween party you went to?”“I don’t want to die.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and started scrolling, eyes on the screen.“That stuff has, like, enough preservatives to make it last for the next century.”“I’m ordering pizza,” she announced, clicking away.“No arguments over here.” Pulli
My Father's Best Friend The Punk Who Hurt My Daughter
AndrewI cocked my head, listening as the shower spray hit the tiles around me. Was that …?Killing the shower, I jumped onto the bathmat and yanked my waiting towel from the hook. Tearing ass out of the bathroom so fast I slid slightly on the floor, I careened into my bedroom. The phone, sitting on my bedside table, still rang. I hadn’t missed the call.Gasping, I snatched it up—and blinked in surprise to see Lanie’s name.“Hello?” I answered, heart thundering in the base of my throat.She hesitated. “Hi.”I gulped. “Hey.”It had been three days since she left the hospital, and I wondered often if I’d done the right thing by sending her away. I’d thought I had it all figured out the other night, but the more I mulled over it, the more I realized I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.“How is Raven?” Lanie asked.I could barely draw the breath to answer. “The same.”“Oh,” she said in a quiet voice.“Yeah.” I looked down, noting the wet spot I was creating on the carpet. “How are you
My Father's Best Friend All My Fault
Andrew“Mr. Marx.” Jason hesitated. I stared him down, letting him take his time, hoping his skin crawled and chills shot up his spine. “I’m sorry,” he finally gasped.“Uh-huh.”His eyes bulged. “I really am.”“I’m sure you are,” I tartly answered.Jason made a little choking noise and looked down at his lap. “It was my fault this happened,” he whispered.“I know. So what were you on?”“Huh?” He looked back up, acting like he didn’t understand.“What substance were you on?” I slowly enunciated every syllable. “Or substances.”“Nothing,” he insisted.“I’m not the police, Jason. And I’m not your parents. Actually, I’m probably a hell of a lot more diligent than all of them put together. I know there’s something you’re not saying, and I’m going to find out the truth.”He paled. “I wasn’t taking anything, Mr. Marx. I swear. Raven and me, we went to this party, but I didn’t have anything to drink—because I was driving, see?”I rested my clasped hands on the desk and leaned into them. “I kn
My Father's Best Friend Poor Choices
LanieStanding on the front porch of the house that was already so familiar, holding a plastic shopping bag of groceries, my knees shook. Gulping, I went to ring the doorbell, but the door flew open and Karen stepped out.“Hello, dear.” She gave me a one-armed hug. “Just in time. I’m headed to the hospital now.”“How is she?”Karen’s lips twitched like she was trying to smile but couldn’t. “Oh, you know.”I nodded. So the same.“It’s good you’re here,” she said in a lower voice. “He can use the company.”Patting me on the shoulder, she went down the steps and to her car.“Hello?” I called, stepping into the front hall.Andrew appeared from the living room. “Hi.”“Hey.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from sweeping over him. Tight, long-sleeved shirt. Hair damp and slicked back. The aroma of his soap filling the air. Despite the awful situation, we were in the middle of, the sight of Andrew still brought butterflies to my stomach.I started to ask how he was, but he stepped forward and took my
My Father's Best Friend I'm Here
LanieThe thought that he had me made me pull my hand back. I would be by Andrew’s side no matter what, but he had to invite me over first. And I didn’t know what this evening spent together meant. At any moment, he could open his mouth and announce he wanted to be alone again, and I would have to respect that.“Sit with me on the couch,” he said, his eyelids heavy.I nodded and stood. Andrew took my hand, leaving his drink behind.In the living room, he pulled me into his shoulder and ran the back of his hand down my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t know why. Maybe they were the result of the all-around emotional week. Or the result of mine and Andrew’s entire relationship, which had been a roller coaster from nearly the beginning.“Is this all right that I’m here?” I asked, the question having been burning in my mouth since I walked through the door. “You said you wanted some time alone, and I want to make sure—”“I know.” Andrew dropped h
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My Father's Best Friend Nine Months Later
Andrew“How are you doing?” I rubbed Lanie’s shoulder, feeling silly for asking the question.She huffed out a breath, looking out the window instead of at me.I nodded. Right, then.What was it I learned in that maternity class we took? For the life of me, I couldn’t remember one thing. My pulse was racing a million miles an hour, and all my nerves were bunching up in my stomach.Lanie exhaled again, long and low, as she had another contraction.The door opened, and the doctor strode into the room with a big smile. “Let’s check you out,” she said.Lanie just pressed her lips tight together and nodded, her face growing red.“You’re doing great, honey,” I told her.She smiled up at me, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She was ready for this to be over with.Taking her hand, I held it tight as the doctor checked her dilation.“Ten centimeters,” she announced. “We’re ready to push.”“Thank god,” Lanie gasped. She gritted her teeth and squeezed my hand so tight, I thought it wa
My Father's Best Friend The Honeymoon
LanieI whisked the curtains open, taking in the white beach and the sparkling blue water. Palm trees and other foliage covered the far side of the bay. A few people surfed, but other than that, the area was empty.“Oh my god,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.”Andrew’s strong arms wrapped around me from behind. “Yeah?” he murmured, laying a kiss on the side of my neck.We’d gotten to the resort after dark the night before, and all I’d really gotten to see were the patios and the lobby. I’d pored over the brochure, though, listing all the things I wanted to do.“I can’t believe we’re here for a whole week.” I rested my arms against Andrew’s.“What do you want to do today?”“Mm.” I leaned against him, thinking about it some. “Sunbathe? Take a surfing lesson? I dunno. What do you want to do?”“Spend time with you.”I spun around to face him. “I like that answer.”A knock on the door made me look over his shoulder. “It’s so early. Who is that?”Andrew shrugged but couldn’t hide the knowing l
My Father's Best Friend Mine Forever
AndrewThe door of the old house opened, and Erica came out first. She smiled at everyone over her bouquet, and a low whistle came from somewhere in the crowd.“Inappropriate,” Saxton dramatically gasped under his breath. For a moment, my nerves loosened, and I almost laughed—but Raven was coming out the door then.She wore a blue dress like Erica, just cut in a different way, with the skirt longer and no sleeves. Smiling wide, she made her way down the aisle. She walked with the slightest limp, one that might have been unnoticeable if you weren’t paying attention. It was the one leftover symptom from the car wreck, something that would likely be with her for the rest of her life, as she’d broken her leg so badly.The limp didn’t get her down, though. Overall, she’d been positive about the whole thing. Now, as she reached the end of the aisle, she looked my way and absolutely glowed.Love and pride filled my heart. Our relationship had gone through some tough times, but the last six m
My Father's Best Friend It's Really Happening
Andrew3 Months Later – The Wedding“Your tie looks fine,” Bob told me.“Huh?” I dragged my gaze away from the line of trees ringing the field. “What’s that?”“You were messing with your tie again.” Bob grinned. “You ever wore one of those before?”I frowned. “Almost every day.”Bob clapped me on the back. “I was kidding, Andrew. Relax.”I took in a long breath. “Sorry.”All around us, wedding guests chatted and catering staff hurried to and from. The day was amazing, a balmy June morning. The venue Raven and Lanie had discovered couldn’t be more perfect. What was once a mansion on the outskirts of the city had been turned into a preserve complete with hiking trails and a covered area for events.“Were you this nervous?” I asked, looking Bob over.I expected him to answer in the negative—Bob was just that confident about everything. I’d only asked because I needed to keep myself busy somehow. If I didn’t spend the last fifteen minutes before my wedding talking, I’d probably die of anx
My Father's Best Friend I Want to Feel You
LanieLast night, he’d pulled out every time and played it safe. I knew we were taking baby steps. Going from using a condom every time to suddenly doing away with them was a leap. But I was on birth control, which I’d told him, and immediate pregnancy was extremely unlikely. I just wanted to know what it felt like to have his come fill me up.“Please baby,” I moaned. “I want to feel you.”Andrew groaned above me, and his hands tightened on my ass. I was doing him over with this talk, and I knew it. He loved it. And he probably wanted the same thing I did. So I encouraged him again by looking over my shoulder and looking him in the eye as he fucked me.“Andrew,” I purred. “Fuck me until you come inside me. Please.”And he did. He bucked wildly against me, and I came as he shot his warm silky load inside me. It was what I had needed. A closeness that we’d never experienced before. He was bent over me and kissing my spine and my shoulder blades as his orgasm ebbed away and my body thrum
My Father's Best Friend Not Messing Around
LanieI woke up in the morning with Andrew’s hand on my hip. I was lying on my side, and he was behind me. I could feel his cock pressed against the small of my back. His breath was on my neck, and his closeness turned me on immediately.I was always horny in the morning, and waking up next to him was intoxicating.It was early. The room wasn’t as bright as it would be at say, seven or so in the morning. It must have been earlier, maybe six, possibly just after five. But we were both awake, and I wanted to take advantage of it before I had to leave for work at eight thirty.My life had somehow mended itself. Erica’s weekend getaway had helped, and so had Andrew’s willingness to take a good hard look at himself in the mirror and figure out what he wanted and whether or not he was willing to do what it took to get it. He shifted against me and yawned deeply.“Morning,” I whispered.His hand moved around my hip to my belly, and he pulled me in closer to him. His cock shifted between my a
My Father's Best Friend With Whipped Cream
AndrewHow had it taken me so long to figure out that this was what I needed? I hadn’t felt this good in years, or maybe even a decade, to be honest. Hell, maybe longer. My career had consumed my life. I’d nearly let it destroy my relationship with my daughter. Had it not been for Lanie, my life would have already imploded. Not only did she rescue the crumbling relationship with the person I loved most in this world, but she also showed me support and kindness and softness.“You’re a lucky bastard.” I smiled to myself as I rolled out of my chair and made for the kitchen.I chopped up some strawberries and tossed them on a bed of whipped cream. I added a sprinkle of icing sugar and some chocolate drizzle and left it in the fridge so that the whipped cream wouldn’t melt by the time Lanie came back down.I waited, much too nervous to do anything but pace the kitchen floor for a whole thirty-five minutes before Lanie appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was wearing a smile that eased my n
My Father's Best Friend Lucky to Have Her
AndrewWhen I told Lanie that Raven was home, it took a lot of effort for us to cool down. We were all giggles and flirting as we went to the kitchen and each got a glass of water. Then we went out back to the patio and sat in the sun. Lanie kicked off her sandals, rested her feet in my lap, and let the sun kiss her bare legs. I ran my hands up and down them as she told me all about her weekend with Erica.“It really was beautiful there,” Lanie said. “We should go some time. You’d love the hot springs. I can only imagine how stunning it would be in the winter. And cold.”“I’ll take you whenever you want to go.”“I’ll tell you when I start to get the itch again.”“Good. What else is new? Tell me.”Lanie shrugged and sipped her water. “Besides getting totally pampered all weekend? Not much. I had some good chats with Erica, though, and I was able to sort through some things that were taking up too much space in my mind. Things about us.”“Oh?”“We need to be better at communicating,” sh
My Father's Best Friend Has He Lost His Mind?
Lanie“Lunch on the corner. I saw you guys walk by and had to come after you.” He ran his hand up my hip to rest it on my waist. “Lanie, I have to apologize. I’m sorry for all this shit the last few weeks. I’ve been an ass. I want to make this work. Really. I want to be with you.”I thought I might start crying. Again. But I held on to my emotions and smiled instead. “I want that too. So badly.”He kissed me again. My heart raced and tried to fly out of my chest.He broke away and threw his arm out to flag down a passing cab. We both piled into the back seat, and he told the driver his address. Then he pulled me into his lap, pushed my skirt up so he could rest his hands on my bare thighs, and crushed his mouth against mine.“What about your car?” I asked him and pressed against him tightly.“Fuck it. I’ll get it later.” He slipped his hands into my hair and pulled me down for another long round of kisses.I clung to him and didn’t care that there was someone in the car with us. He wa
