“Where are you going?”“To check on Julia,” I said.“Why? She’s only whimpering. Maybe she’s having a nightmare about you chasing all her boyfriends away.”“Very funny, Isabella.”“It’s okay, Richard. She’ll be fine. If she starts to scream, then we’ll get her, but until then, she’s just probably trying to get comfortable.”I pulled on my boxers and lay back in bed. “You’re right, babe,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and stared at my daughter through the monitor.Isabella One month later…Ashlyn’s trial had been going on for about three weeks, and Richard was under a lot of stress. Julia had started to sleep through the night, so that made things a little easier for us. Richard and I worked out at the gym every morning before he went to the office, and Mason watched Julia. He was so good with her, and it was easy to see how much he loved her. Landon confided in me that he was happy that we hired Mason as Julia’s nanny because all Mason had been talking about in California wa
Put your hands behind your head, Mr.Jones.”“You’re a bad girl, Isabella.”“I fully intend to be.” I smiled as I reached over.As I held onto his wrists, my br**sts brushed up against his face. He moaned as he took turns sucking each nipple. Reaching one hand behind me, I softly caressed his balls as his body tightened.“That’s it, baby, I can’t hold it anymore,” he whispered.Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation shoot into my body as I dug my nails into him and released myself all over him.“Damn it, Isabella , you’re making me want to come again.” He smiled.As I buried my face into his neck and tried to catch my breath, he whispered, “You’re f**king amazing.”I looked at him and kissed him on the lips as I put my hands on each side of his face. “Now, I can go about my day.” I smiled.He laughed and shook his head as I got off of him. I stood up and quickly pulled on my clothes. As I walked to the door, I put my hand on the handle, stopped, and turned around.“I’ll bill you for service
I can tell he still has feelings for you.”“Oh well. His loss, right?” She smiled.“That’s right, baby, his loss and my gain. If he never would’ve left you, I never would’ve met you, and who knows where I’d be right now?”She squeezed my hand lightly as we stood in front of Jack’s Tattoo Parlor.“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.“Of course I’m sure. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life, except for you.” I winked at her.As we walked through the door of the parlor, Jack looked up from behind the counter.“Well, look who decided to drop by; my girl, Isabella.” He smiled as he stepped out from behind the counter.“Hi, Jack,” Isabella said as she gave him a hug. “I want you to meet my husband, Richard . He wants to get a tattoo.”“Hey, Richard , nice to meet you, bro,” Jack said as we shook hands. “Take a seat right over here and tell me what you’re thinking.”“I was thinking about the double infinity symbol in thick black ink, with Isabella’s name at the top and Ju
Richard placed his hand on mine as I released my light grip. “Baby, that’s not nice, and we’ll discuss it when we get home.”“You bet we’ll discuss it when we get home; just not with words.”“Oh God,” he whispered.I paid for Camden’s birthday gifts and the four of us walked out of the store. As Richard pushed the stroller, I looped my arm around his and smiled.While we were waiting for our food to be served, I asked Richard how he knew we were at FAO Schwarz.“Babe, you told me last night you were going there, and when I talked to Denny, he said he’d just dropped you and Julia off.”“But we had already been in there for over two hours. How did you know we were still in there?”“I took my chances, Isabella . What’s with the million questions?”I shook my head and apologized. Something wasn’t sitting right with me, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.“Oh my God! I completely forgot to tell you, Richard !” I exclaimed.“What?”“The reason Julia and I were coming to see you at the offic
“We are. The day we talked about it was visiting day, so now we have to wait until next week.”“Oh okay. I was just wondering because you were really adamant about going and then you never mentioned it again. I thought that maybe you’d changed your mind. Actually, I was hoping you’d changed your mind.”“No, Anita , I haven’t changed my mind.”“Okie dokie, Isabella . What are you doing?”“Staring at my sexy husband as he’s standing in the doorway. I’ll call you later.”As I hit the end button, Richard walked over, took Julia, and sat in the rocking chair. My greatest love was watching my husband with his daughter. I took the new clothes I bought for Julia and hung them in the closet. My stomach tied itself in knots when Richard asked me a question.“What haven’t you changed your mind about?”I stood facing the inside of the closet as I hung up the clothes one by one. My skin started to feel fiery and nerves set in. I needed to think of something fast.“What?” I innocently asked.“I hea
How’s my baby?”“I’m fine, thank you. Oh wait, you mean the princess. She’s adorable and she’s sleeping.”“Great. We’ll be back to the hotel later. We’re going to take a tour of the art gallery.”“No hurry and have fun.”After we toured the art gallery, Richard and I said goodbye to Vinnie and slid into the back seat of the limo that was waiting for us. Richard reached over and took my hand.“Did you like the gallery?”“I loved it. It’s going to be amazing once it’s finished.”“It’ll be amazing when your paintings are hanging on the wall.” He smiled.After I kissed him on the cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder while I was worried about whether or not I’d be able to finish all five paintings in time. When I was single, the worry would never have crossed my mind. But now that I was a wife and a mother, it was going to be difficult, even with Richard’s and Mason’s help. I took in a deep breath as Richard kissed me on my head.Richard After we had a nice breakfast, we flew back to New
Because, it would’ve killed her and I didn’t want to see her hurt. My relationship with Ashlyn was out of control. I was in a dark and bad place at that time. Thank God Isabella came into my life when she did. Listen, Dad, Lou has this under control. I don’t want you to worry about it. Hopefully, it’ll all be over soon.”As he turned around, he looked at me and smiled. “You’re right, son, and I’m sorry for what I said.”I gave him a small smile as he walked from behind his desk and patted me on the back. I opened the door and Isabella was standing there.“There you are. I wondered where you had disappeared to,” she said.“Sorry, Isabella. I had to steal my boy and go over a few things with him. Now where’s that granddaughter of mine?” My father smiled at her.As we walked out to the backyard, we heard screaming. I looked over to my right and saw Camden on the ground, kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs. I started to go to him and Isabella grabbed my arm. “Richard , don’t.”J
Ashlyn struggled and managed to break from my grip as she pushed me off of her.“I’m going to f**king kill you, bitch! It’s something I should have done instead of burning down that building!” she screamed.She came at me and grabbed my hair, knocking me down as I hit my forehead on the table. I heard Anita scream as she tried to grab her. Suddenly, the door flew open and two men came running in. Richard grabbed me from behind and Denny grabbed Ashlyn and restrained her.“Isabella , you’re bleeding,” Richard said as he wiped the blood from my head.“She threatened Julia,” I said.“What?!” Richard yelled as he looked at her.Anita went and got a cloth from the bathroom and handed it to Richard as he held it over my cut.“You’re in big trouble,” Richard said as he applied pressure to the wound.“How did you know I was here?” I asked.“We aren’t talking about that now.”“Believe me, we’re talking about it, Richard.”Two police officers walked into Ashlyn’s apartment and took her from De
Well?" she asked, demanding a response from him."I don’t want to quarrel over this, Hannah." He was smart enough to recognize a loaded question when he heard one. Smart enough to extract himself as best he could, too. "All I’m saying is that I’d prefer it if you invested as much time in our relationship as you would in a job. There are only so many hours in a day. You can’t do everything, you know.""In other words you wouldn’t be willing to help with the cooking or the housework?"Richard was quickly losing his grip on his patience, which had always been in short supply. Isabella seemed to be looking for an excuse to pick a fight with him by tying him up in verbal knots. She had been from the moment he’d arrived home. Hell if he knew what he’d done that was so terrible now."I’d be willing to help with the cooking and housework." He fully expected his answer would take the starch out of her arguments. How willing he actually would be to help around the house was another question ent
Isabella ?" He spoke her name softly when he noticed the moist trail of tears that streaked her face. "Would it help any if I told you I was sorry?" He didn’t know what he was apologizing for, but it was apparent he’d hurt her, and knowing that didn’t sit right.She stopped and looked up at him through narrowed, suspicious eyes."Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it," he tried once more."You don’t remember?" She sounded incredulous."No," he admitted, reaching for her hand. "Come back to the house and we’ll talk about it. All right?"She seemed to be trapped with indecision. He raised his hands to her face and gently rubbed the tears from her cheeks. Each one was an accusation against him. His heart constricted at how pale her features were, how fragile she looked. It demanded every ounce of control he possessed not to take her in his arms and beg her forgiveness. He was a reckless bastard to inflict his drunkenness on so delicate a soul, and he silently vowed never to do it again."Com
Tell me," he said, walking toward her, fully intending to take her in his arms; a couple of kisses might reassure her even more. "You wouldn’t happen to be jealous now, would you?""Jealous?" She threw the word back in his face as though he’d issued the greatest insult of her life. "If you can honestly mistake integrity and principles for jealousy, then I truly wonder what kind of man I’ve married."With that she turned and walked into her bedroom and closed the door. Isabella had probably never slammed a door in her life, he realized.Air seeped between Richard’s clenched teeth. He’d done it again. Just when he was beginning to make headway with her, he got cocky and said something stupid. It was becoming a bad habit.He let a few moments pass, then decided to try once again. He knocked on her bedroom door, but didn’t wait for her to answer before turning the knob and walking in. A husband should be allowed certain rights. Isabella turned and glared at him accusingly."I didn’t mean
None of my business," she repeated calmly. Obviously she was traipsing across ground he had no intention of mapping. "I see.""It’s obvious you don’t. Damnation, woman, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.""I most certainly am not," she replied, doing her best to hold back the flash flood of anger that threatened to drown her. "If anyone is being unreasonable, it’s you. Apparently the subject is a touchy one and best dropped. I’m sorry I said anything.""So am I."It seemed that Richard wasn’t watching the road as well as he should have been, because a car shot past them and the driver hammered on the horn as he sped by. Her husband muttered something under his breath that Hannah pretended not to hear."Are there others?""Other what?" Richard shouted. His frustration with her was clearly getting the best of him."Women," Isabella explained serenely. "I should know about them, don’t you think? It might save us both a good deal of embarrassment.""Are you asking for a list of e
He came around and helped her out of the car and cupped his hand under her elbow as they walked up the flight of concrete steps to his apartment.Once they reached the top, Richard unlocked the door. Shoving it open, he turned to Isabella and without a word calmly lifted her into his arms.Taken by surprise, she let out a small cry of alarm. "Richard ," she pleaded, "put me down. I’m too heavy.""Let me assure you, Isabella Jones , you weigh next to nothing." With that he ceremoniously carried her over the threshold, gently depositing her in the leather recliner.Isabella smiled at him, a little breathlessly, although he’d been the one to do all the work. This man was full of surprises. All week she’d been convinced she was marrying a monster, but Richard had gone out of his way to prove otherwise. Perhaps this marriage had a chance to survive, after all.Richard turned on the television and reached for the evening paper and, after a few minutes, Isabella excused herself and began unpa
Glancing at her now, sitting by his side as they drove to his apartment in nearby Port Orchard, gave him further cause to wonder. She hadn’t said more than a handful of words since the ceremony. He hadn’t a clue what she was thinking, but he figured she was looking for some way to get out of this."It was very nice of Chaplain Stewart and Lieutenant Commander Kyle to arrange housing on the base for us, wasn’t it?" she asked softly."Very nice," he repeated. He wondered how many strings his CO had had to pull to come up with that. The news had come as a surprise to Richard , who’d lived in a small apartment complex for the past two years."When will we be moving?""Soon.""How soon?"Hell, first he couldn’t get her to talk, now he couldn’t shut her up. "Next weekend.""Good. Packing will give me something to do while you’re gone during the day. Once we’ve moved, I’ll look for a job.""I don’t want you doing any lifting, you hear?" She flinched at his harsh tones, and he regretted speak
I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.""Obviously," he retorted, trapped in his anger. "No one in their right mind would do this to themselves. The question is, what the hell are we going to do about it now?""Oh, don’t worry. It isn’t necessary for you to marry me. I don’t know what ever made Dad suggest that."She seemed so damn smug about it, and that riled him all the more."Apparently your father feels differently. He seems to think my marrying you would salvage your honor."She nodded. Her hair was tied at her nape, giving Richard a clear view of the delicate lines of her face. As pale as she was, she resembled a porcelain doll, fragile and easily breakable. She looked dangerously close to that point right then."My father is an old-fashioned man with traditional values. Marriage is what he would expect.""What do you expect?" His tone was less harsh, his concern for her outweighing his irritation.Isabella placed her hand on her smooth stomach as though she longed to protect
She woke when her father made a sharp turn and eased to a stop in front of a guard house. He rolled down the window, and a blast of cold air alerted Isabella to the fact they’d arrived at their destination. She straightened and looked around. Although she’d never been on one before, she recognized immediately that they were entering a military compound. "Dad?" she quizzed. "Where are we?""Bangor," he announced a little too loudly. "We’re meeting Richard Jones."In Chaplain Stewart’s office Riley sat, ramrod straight, across the room from Isabella Brown and her stern-faced father. Richard gaze narrowed as he fired a look in her direction. Not once did she deign to glance his way. She sat, her back as rigid as his own, but although she held her head high, her gaze refused to meet his. Perhaps it was just as well.First thing the previous morning, Richard had been called before his commanding officer. When he arrived, he’d discovered Chaplain Stewart and Lieutenant Commander Steven Kyl
Richard blamed himself still. He feared he’d frightened her so badly that she’d fled in horror. Had he hurt her? She’d been so tight and so small. It was all he could do not to slam his fist into the wall every time he thought about their brief encounter, which was damn near every minute of every day. What had happened to her since? Was she sick? Alone? Frightened? Pregnant?He’d been in control of their encounter until she’d kissed him. Now it was weeks later and he still reeled at the memory of the gentle, shy way in which she’d pressed her lips to his. He cursed how he could close his eyes and continue to taste her. How sweet she’d been. How warm and delicate. Her lips had molded to his, and her flavor reminded him of cotton candy. That alone was enough to torment him, but it wasn’t all. Her fragrance continued to obsess him. It wasn’t a commercial one he could name. The only way he could think to describe it was to imagine walking waist-deep in a field of wildflowers.The woman ha