Becca.After the barbecue, James told me what had been on his mind. Alison was out of prison.Like he had said, there wasn't much we could do about it right now, so I took in the news and tried to think of something else. At night, we both collapsed into bed. It had been a long day.I woke up happy the next day, despite the news James had given me, and made a point to spend the day with Alessandro again. We were playing on the floor blanket, and he grinning as he shook a toy box that made a jingle sound. He squealed as though this were the best thing ever, when James came over to me."James?" I asked at his mysterious smile."I'm going out," James said. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then the top of Alessandro's head. "I'll be back in a bit.""Where are you going?" I called at his back.James just waved a hand, and I frowned as the bedroom door closed."Well," I mumbled to Alessandro. "Grandpa is being a bit of a poop.""Da." Alessandro pointed one gr
Allison."So, as I was saying, Jessica, don't you think Becca is a completely unfit mother?" I asked again, staring at my daughter's friend with purpose.The girl was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. "I don't know. I've never seen her as a mother.""But Becca is promiscuous and violent and not a good friend to Tally, right?" I tried again.Jessica rubbed her chin. "Tally's dead, though. How can she be any kind of friend to her?"I sighed and opened my purse, taking out a small stack of the financial reserves the Cartwrights had given me for… well… bribe money, to be blunt. "Think, Jessica. Think back. Didn't Becca attack men, including Chad, at Tally's parties?"Realization finally dawned in the idiot's eyes, and she quickly pocketed the money I slid across the table. "You know what, you're right. She did. And she tried to get back at Chad. And Tally said Becca sent her dad to beat up Chad."Bingo. "Yes, that is true, isn't it?" I simpered. "It would be a shame for T
Becca.I set Dahlia next to Alessandro in the crib after she stopped fussing, then looked at James. "This is truly the most incredible surprise. I can't believe you did this for me.""I'd do anything for you, Becca," James said fiercely, wrapping me in his arms."Alright." I licked my lips and stared at his. "Make love to me?"James chuckled. "As if you'd ever need to ask."He was about to scoop me up in his arms, when his phone rang. Groaning, James motioned for me to follow him out of the room so the ringing didn't wake the babies."Yes?" James asked in a clipped tone once the nursery door was closed.Frantic Italian was spoken on the other end. Even if I understood Italian, it would have been indecipherable to me."He what?" James growled, which caused me to take a step back. "Of course, he would, that a**hole."'What?' I mouthed, but James just held up a finger."He's going to have a hell of a time proving that," James snorted. "Don't worry, Tony. You've still g
Mona, Private Investigator.James Valentino was one of those clients you just couldn't say no to.I've had a few high-profile cases before, and even those guys didn't pay as well as Mr. Valentino. Sure, it was sometimes hard to get in touch with him, but oh boy, he paid on time and more than what was asked.So, naturally, I wasn't going to complain when his investigation led me to the Sirens dance club at 3;00 AM.The bouncer at the entrance eyed me suspiciously as I approached the door. They probably didn't get a lot of women, and from what I read on its website, it was supposed to be a slow day."Identification." He extended his hand toward me. As if I could pass for someone under 21."Here you go, sir," I said, slipping a $100 bill under it. He glanced at my ID for a split second and returned it, sans the bill. There really was no reason for him to turn me down, but the little extra was just to ensure I got what I wanted. Surely enough, he o
James.I woke to my phone ringing urgently. Only Tony and the PI could break through the silent mode on my phone, so I knew, either way, it was urgent.It turned out, I'd fallen asleep INSIDE Becca, so I had to delicately extricate myself from her. I tried not to wake her as I pulled out and rolled to get my phone. It was the PI."Just a second," I whispered into the phone as I stood and grabbed a robe.My attempts to let Becca sleep were in vain, however, because she rolled on her back and looked up at me. "James?""I'll be back, luscious," I assured her. "I just have to take this call."Becca frowned a little, but nodded. "Okay."I smiled at the love of my life, then stepped out onto the balcony and closed the door behind me. "Yes?" I said."Sir, I think I may have a witness," the PI replied quickly in a no-nonsense tone on the other end. "It's touch and go—I don't know if I can get her to testify—but I'm working on her.""Witness? Witness to what?" I asked eagerly.
Becca.Life at home was strangely, and blessedly, normal. While James took frustrating call after frustrating call, Alessandro and Dahlia were completely oblivious to the danger around them. They played with Layla, James, and me, ate, slept, and had not a care in the world.Antoinette even came over from time to time for coffee, and we'd talk openly about what was going on in our lives. It was refreshing to have someone "normal" to talk to about such things.Two days from the trial, James was looking increasingly harried, but the kids were still happy as could be. Alessandro was sucking down an applesauce pouch and Dahlia was making a mess of some puréed peaches.When the doorbell rang, I assumed it was Antoinette. I put Alessandro on my hip and went to the door.I stumbled back when I saw who it was. "Allegra!"Allegra looked worn down. She had a pack over one shoulder and a sad loneliness in her eyes. "Is she here?" Allegra asked.I blinked several times, then called ba
Becca."F*ck," Alessandro said over breakfast while munching apple slices in his highchair.I kept bottle-feeding Dahlia, mentally counting backwards from twenty and trying not to panic over Alessandro's new obsession. I wished my father was there to help. He'd know how to take care of the swearing.James came into the nursery, then. Alessandro's face lit up and he held out chubby little arms. "F*ck!" he insisted."I think he wants you to pick him up," I muttered."Of course that's what it means," James sighed. He lifted the sticky little boy into his arms and looked around. "Where's Layla?""Allegra invited her to stay at a hotel last night. I know she said she won't leave us until after the trial, but if Allegra has to leave, and Layla wants to go with her…" I said.James groaned and went to the Pack 'n Play to get wet wipes. He started cleaning Alessandro off."F*ck," Alessandro grumped with a pout when James went to clean his face."I think he doesn't want you wip
Becca.I wore a gray pencil skirt and a black blouse, sitting next to James and Ms. Loveless while the judge took the bench. The Cartwright side of the courtroom was made up of a troop of lawyers. I wondered why Ms. Loveless hadn't brought every employee in her office as well. It certainly was intimidating—looking at the other side."All rise for Judge Hopper," the bailiff intoned.Everyone rose, including Layla, who was sitting behind us with the two kids."Please be seated," Judge Hopper said, taking his seat. He wore the black judge's robes, of course, which made me think of depictions of Death.I swallowed, feeling the blood drain from my face. James took my hand."Now, I understand this is a custody hearing," Judge Hopper mumbled. He was a bit elderly, and if not hard of hearing, at least hard to hear."Yes, your honor," Chad's lawyer said, rising in his chair. "We would like to remove Alessandro Valentino from Rebecca Woods's custody and place him with his father an