Chloe woke up with a start to smelling salts a female Emergency Medical Technician had waved over her nose. The EMT's had arrived at the house shortly after the police and stepped under the yellow tape that had already been put up. A short, bulky guy with peach fuzz hair and a hard jaw was squatting in front of Chloe and taking her vitals.
"My name is Josh." He said. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Um…Chloe Ellen Mackenzie er Harris." The smelling salts they used on her burned her nose. It had also stung and pinched a bit but was over almost as soon as it started.
"How old are you Mrs. Harris?" Josh asked her in a rather concerned voice though he didn't look concerned. He looked matter of fact. Assessing her for what? Some sort of mental instability, probably, Chloe thought.
"29." She told him. After they had finished taking her vitals, which were somewhat normal for such an ordeal, they gave t
"I woke up late, around elevenish, left the house to get a birthday gift. First, I stopped at Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha. Then the local florist to get daisies for my dad, then to see my dad, then to the grocery store, I needed milk. Then I got pulled over by fucking Pike for littering." "Littering?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up again. This time, she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly. "Er. Well, I sort of tossed an ice cream container out my passenger window in a mild fit of hysteria. I was eating too much and having a bad day." "Hysteria, hmm? A bad day shopping?" Again he wore that quiet smirk. "Well, yes, sort of. Mostly visiting my dad was a little distracting, I suppose." "Ah. So Officer Pike," he said with a hint of mockery, "pulled you over then what? Did he cuff and book you?"
"Please continue, Mrs. Harris." He encouraged her. "Well, he sort of fingered me a bit, and the dog licked me, then he was trying to get the er, um, the condom on, but he could figure them out, I guess." "The dog?" "Oh! No, Nicki put Geoffrey outside. No, Nicki was putting on the condoms. I um, we didn't use those things, Jon and I. Jon did at first, but then I went on the pill, and that was ages ago." "Right. What time was that?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up slightly again. This time she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly, though she had no idea why he was smirking. "You left the restaurant to go to his house?" "Er. Well, I…around seven, I think, I dropped him at work to get his car then went to his house...Yeah, it was five minutes to seven when we left because Veronica was going to spin class,
"Oh." Chloe hadn't realized how close she had gotten to Mr. Policeman. She had been staring into those eyes and getting a little lost while he talked and was nearly an inch away. She quickly took a step back and looked down at her shoes to keep from being hypnotized further. He didn't seem to take notice. "You'll hear from your lawyer in a day or two, I'm sure, about wills and life insurance and all that. Technically Jonathan is a homicide, while Nicki is a murder and Veronica suicide, according to your story. But we are still looking into things. So Nicki's next of kin will be notified and all that jazz. As far as the police are concerned, well, I've got a lot of paperwork, and the labs will be busy. You are still a suspect, so you don't need to contribute to this case other than staying out of trouble and staying in town." She could swear he was suggesting she were guilty, and it felt like he was also flirting with her. Something about his eyes seeme
Chloe woke up the next morning on the couch with a crick in her neck and a bit of a headache. She was exhausted and didn't know what to do. First, she needed to call Aunt Lane. She was the only family Chloe had left, and she needed to tell her what happened or at least summarize. She didn't want to repeat the whole story again. She hadn't wanted to tell the story last night to Mr. Policeman, but he was just sitting there nibbling away at her soul with his eyes and his smirk, and god, he was something. She wouldn't mind office sex with him. He had left her at home, asked if she was going to be okay, handed her a card, and said to call if she needed anything, and that was that, she thought. She wasn't too sure. She felt as though something was missing. She couldn't quite remember him leaving, really. The card, where did she put it, she found it on a side table near where she had kicked off her shoes. She didn't think she would sleep after what happened, but she
Chloe had made a quick call to work and they assured her bereavement time was already set up then she finally found the spare key to Jon's desk after looking for nearly an hour. He always kept one on his keychain, but there was always a spare in the house somewhere. It was her copy, but she never really had a use for it, so she often misplaced it. Jon had always used the desk and handled legal matters and all the numbers for things like bills and whatever else needed to be done. He was, after all, an accountant. She knew his key to the desk more than likely was at the police station being swabbed and prodded or stored in a plastic bag. She sat down at the large mahogany desk and took a deep breath. She had no clue what to expect from the lawyer or what to even say. She picked up the landline. She never used it, not even once, but she thought it was appropriate for some reason. She dialed the number on the business card paper clipped to some legal documents she knew nothing a
Chloe looked at the clock. It was already closing in on 1:00 p.m. She still needed to call the insurance company, but first, she wanted a nice hot shower and a cup of coffee. She walked to the master bedroom and glanced at the bed with a shiver running down her spine. She quickly skirted past it and through her walk-in to the attached master bathroom. It wasn't much, just big enough for a tub, toilet, and sink with a little window on one end. She stripped and tossed her clothes in the closet then ran the shower in the tub to get it hot while she brushed her teeth at the sink. She took a long hot shower, zoning out and fading in and out of numbness before the water became cold. She had just finished getting dressed with her hair up in a towel when the doorbell rang. She was barefoot in straight mom jeans and an old worn t-shirt that had been her dad's. She didn't want to wear any of her polo shirts that matched Jonathans, not today, not ever again. She only had the one new ou
When she returned, he was sipping his coffee and looking in her crafts basket on the side table. She instantly felt the heat in her cheeks once again. She paused a beat then quickly grabbed up her cup and jacket, heading briskly to the door, hoping he hadn't seen much but wondering again what all he saw last night while she was passed out. She grabbed her purse from near the side table and headed out. He dropped whatever he was looking at and followed her out. Chloe stopped short when she saw the car in her driveway and felt his solid warm body collide with hers from behind, and she began to teeter over. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her and then guided her by the small of her back to the passenger door of a shiny Mercedes S-class sedan. It was a dark metallic blood-red color, almost black, and looked fresh off the lot. He opened her door for her. Even the rims were expensive, she loved those multi-spoke rims, and she knew they cost extra. When she continued to
Kendra and Chloe had been best friends for twenty-three years ever since Chloe accidentally painted on Kendra's arm during their arts and crafts time in Second Grade. Kendra had laughed instead of getting angry or upset and painted a smile on Chloe's arm in return. She said they could be paint twins. After that day, they were nearly inseparable. Even when Kendra's family moved across country ten years later, they still kept in contact almost every day until high school graduation. They were so busy afterward calls and texts went down to maybe once a week. Still thick as thieves, they were like sisters and still paint twins even though Chloe couldn't paint anything to save her life. "Finally!" Kendra said when she answered. "Sorry about that. I was in the middle of something and forgot you were calling." Chloe's car sat idle on a quiet, shaded street, and no one seemed to care or notice her as she told her best friend the details
"Maybe we can help distract each other," Jackson suggested. "Mmm." She moaned as he kissed her again, closed the door without leaving and carried her to bed. Chloe thought at long last something good would come of all this turmoil she had been through. She was tired of all the craziness and just wanted to have a night where she didn’t have to think about her dead husband, or neighbors, or the neighbors brother stalking her and running her down. “Aaahh..” Jax had somehow already stripped Chloe down to her bra and panties and had been squeezing her breasts like two stress balls before he pinched her nipples hard. “Can I?” Jax suddenly stopped and asked in a hoarse voice if he could take her bra off. Why now was he asking? He hadn’t asked about anything else.
Meredith had followed Brayden through the closet where the bedroom was. A large king sized bed sat in the middle of the room against the left wall facing a window to the right. There was a white sheer curtain that was on a round track that encircled the bed. The curtains were pulled back and framed the bed on either side.There was a small seating area past the bed but Meredith was more concerned with the bed in front of her. She sighed a sigh of relief and as she went around to the other side of the bed as she left Brayden’s side their hands drifted apart.Meredith sat on the bed then turned to Brayden and he nodded. She followed him back into the closet where he opened a bag and pulled out a smaller bag and handed to her and he guided her to the bathroom that was connected to the closet by a door in the middle of the closet on the same wall as the bedro
** Author's Note: This isn't the end of Chloe's odd circumstances. She will return soon. Please make sure to add this novel to you collection so you are notified on the next series of events. Coming soon to a goodnovel near you (0.0) ** Chloe sat in the terminal waiting for her plane to board thinking or trying not to think of the past few weeks, or the past few months. She was pushing everything to the back of her mind hoping it wouldn’t surface anytime soon. She wanted to move on and move forward if at all possible. She was focusing on imagining her future when she heard someone clear their throat. “Uh, excuse me do you mind?” She looked up and saw a tall, lanky man with short shaggy curly brown hair. He had brown beady, almost dead eyes and fuzz that resembled a sort of illusion of a beard gone wrong. He was wearing a red
Chloe woke up on New Years Day and got washed and dressed. She gathered up anything she forgot to pack before or had taken out of her luggage and then made breakfast for her and her house guest, soon to be house sitter, Kat.Kat came in and ate and then went off to get washed and dressed as well. It was five minutes to ten when Darren showed up with a briefcase. He explained all the paperwork as she signed for her transfer to the L.A. office."We are still on holiday break until next week, and then it will take about a week to get your new office set up," Darren told her. "I will call you beforehand to confirm the particulars but expect to begin a week from next Monday.""Thank you, Darren," Chloe said, leading him to the door just as Kyle knocked on it. She introduced them then poi
Chloe woke up on a stretcher in front of Veronica and Gerri's old house. She blinked a few times then wrinkled her nose at the lingering burn of the smelling salts. As much as she disliked them she was getting used to them. She looked up to see an EMT looking back at her, and he flashed a light across her eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "Yes, yes I'm fine Josh. My name is Chloe Harris I'm thirty, and I want to go home." "Fine by me." He told her with a smile. "I want to make my wife’s new years eve party if I can."
Chloe woke up, she was in a family room of a split level house. She recognized it almost immediately as Veronica Moulton's. It was the house Veronica lived in with her mother, Gerri before they both got married and moved out. Gerri had gotten married and moved an hour out of town and left her house to Veronica. Later Veronica married Nicki and moved around the corner from Chloe. Chloe had never thought to ask what had happened to the house and Veronica never mentioned it, but here it was exactly as she remembered it. The furniture was the same though a bit dingier and the carpeting, wall fixtures, everything was as it had been when Veronica lived here. It didn't make sense to Chloe. Surely they would have taken their things with them and whoever the new owners were wouldn't want pictures of Veronica and her mother on the walls. Chloe blinked and noticed
Chloe woke up to a mouth on hers, and she blinked into the dark with a start gasping into the mouth. She felt a hot body pressed against hers and realized she had no clothes on. She was still wearing her necklace, but her t-shirt and panties had been removed. She was getting dizzy and almost out of breath when she was released from the kiss."You went to bed without me," Liam whispered in her ear. "And you were dressed.""I…" Liam was nibbling her earlobe, and she felt him hot between her legs. "I tried to wait up.""I want you," Liam said and was sucking on her breast teasing her nipple as he engulfed her. When he let go, he finished his sentence, "to feel what I feel.""Ah." She opened her legs to him as he
Chloe was so sore when she got up on Sunday she almost called Kat to cancel yoga, but Liam had distracted her before she knew it, Kat was ringing her doorbell and Chloe was scrambling to get ready."I gotta head to the station for a bit. Will you be okay by yourself when you get home, Luv?" Liam asked Chloe at the door as she locked up."Hmm? Yeah, I'll just paint the master." He pulled her close and kissed her before she got in Kat's car."Hey there," Kat said. Chloe buckled herself in as she thought, Safety First. "How long have you and detective hottie been a thing?""What?" Chloe said as Kat looked in the mir
Chloe got in her borrowed black Corolla wearing an off the shoulder sweater, jeans, her rabbit boots and her coat she had left out. Kyle put her luggage in the trunk, and she thanked him then headed to the airport to pick up Liam. She had told him what Brownstone said, and he agreed she shouldn't be alone. He was going to stay with her until they caught Marilyn. It was already dark when she got to the airport and pulled up to where Liam waited for her at his gate. "So this is why the patrol couldn't find you?" Liam said getting in the Corolla. "Patrol?" Chloe pulled away from the curb and headed to her house. "I told you I wasn't home. Brownstone wanted me to lay low." "Yeah, you said you were at a friend's, so I sent Patrol to Katherine Chevy's place, and they couldn'