Abigail splashed water up into the air from her spot on the second step leading down into the pool, bringing a smile to Aimee's face. She needed to smile after Clint told her about Bonnie's visit that morning after Aimee left his apartment. She couldn't believe the woman dared to show up like that and expect him to get Abby out of bed. What type of mother did that? "So, what are you going to do?" she asked, making sure her voice was low so that Abigail wouldn't hear.She noticed his shoulders slump as he sat in the chaise beside her, his gaze on Abigail. "What is there to do? I've been stripped of a choice. I have to allow her access to her daughter, whether it's the best thing for Abigail or not.""When?"He sighed. "Good question." He shook his head, and Aimee knew he dreaded the first encounter between Bonnie and Abigail. "After this morning, if I don't do it soon, I worry that she'll do something else asinine, like show up at my parents' place while they're babysitting her. Or wors
Her heart ached as he continued his story, and she wanted so badly to reach out and pull him to her, hold him for all the pain he endured. He was just getting past it all, moving on with his life, when Bonnie arrived unannounced, shaking up his stable, peaceful life. If Aimee was honest, she worried that Bonnie's appearance would stir those old feelings again, making him yearn for those adventures once more. It was only a year since his wife left him. Was that long enough to get those crazy nights out of his system? Did he miss them? Want to experience that freedom and carefree wildness again? What was Bonnie's reappearance reigniting in Clint? Aimee desperately wanted to know. She needed to know. She feared that if he yearned for those days again, she wouldn't be able to compete. She wasn't like Bonnie. Like Karla. Aimee was safe. Cautious. She was Turtleneck Aimee.Boring.She sighed, as she stared out at the clouds over the ocean. How could she ever compete with Clint's past? She fi
Aimee stood in front of her closet, staring at a bunch of… She sighed. Church clothes. I own nothing but church clothes. She shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. Maybe I should raid Karla's closet. Heaven knows, her wardrobe is nothing like a church woman's. She wasn't sure what she was thinking. She'd never be able to pull this off. There was just nothing sexy about Turtleneck Aimee, the name given to her in high school for not giving the boys what they wanted. "Is there a reason you're standing in front of your closet praying?" Karla asked as she leaned on Aimee's doorframe, biting into an apple after she finished speaking.What else do you do with a closet full of church clothes? "I don't have anything to wear," Aimee said with a sigh. "Nothing."Karla pushed herself off the doorframe with her shoulder and walked over to where Aimee stood. "What are you talking about? Your closet is full of clothes.""Those aren't clothes. They're tarps. They're boring. Stuffy. Conservat
Clint packed up his truck and headed to his parents' front door. He still hadn't called Bonnie to set a time and place for her to talk to Abigail, texting her with the story that he had some unrealistic schedules right then, but promised to get with her soon. It was a lie, of course. His schedule remained the same; he was just putting off the task of sending his daughter into the witch's clutches as long as possible. All day, he dodged her texts, not wanting to deal with her. He sighed as he reached for the doorknob. His time, however, was running out. "Daddy!" Abigail lunged for him as soon as he walked through the front door."Hey, pumpkin." He squatted down and stretched his arms out just before she launched herself into them. He caught her, squeezing her to him, as he stood, laughing. "How's my girl today? You been a good girl for your grandparents?""Can that girl be anything but good," Clint's mother said, as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on an old dish towel.
He stared at his phone for over ten minutes, holding it with both hands, trying to do his best to screw up the courage to call Bonnie. His father was right; he had no idea what Bonnie was like now. She may have changed, grown up so to speak. There wasn't any other reason for her to return, was there? What would she possibly gain by returning now? Nothing but responsibility that Clint could see, whereas before she was free. She never wanted a family back then, the burden a family, especially children, brings, so why now?He took a deep breath as he scrolled through his contacts until he found Bonnie's phone number, a number he swore he'd never see in his contact list again. He told her he'd call her Saturday but just couldn't force himself to do it. He even ignored her calls and texts all day, rationalizing ducking her calls as just being too busy to deal with her, but he knew the truth. He simply didn't want to call her and set things in motion.Clint stared at Bonnie's name for a mome
"Are you sure about this?" Aimee could feel Karla's eyes boring into her, her eyebrows bunched in uncertain judgment. "I told you," she said, "I plan on giving him the adventures he enjoyed when he was with Bonnie." She turned and stared at herself in the mirror. She wore one of Karla's skimpy skirts, with her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom, and a low-cut tank, with a strapless bra that shoved her tanned breasts upward and out. If it weren't for the blond hair on top of the woman staring back at her from the mirror, she would have sworn she stared at Karla. She took a deep breath. "Tonight, I'll go over once Abby is in bed and show him I can be just as wild as Bonnie."From the mirror, she saw her sister shaking her head. "I really think you're going about this the wrong way," Karla said. "Clint is Mr. Mom. He's not the bar-hopper Bonnie was, remember? He stayed home and played house, and was satisfied doing it. I think what you want to do is a mistake."Aimee turned, a hand on her
"You had sex on his back porch, big deal," Karla said with a shake of her head while holding a piece of bacon between her fingers. "While I admit that was pretty far out there for you, it isn't exactly kinky and wild. Hell, that's just a Tuesday night for me."Aimee took a bite out of her toast, letting it dangle between her fingers as she chewed. As much as she hated to admit it, her sister was right. Besides, Aimee already had sex with him on his porch. It was old news. A repeat. "I need to come up with something new."Across the table, Karla sighed as she fell back in her chair. "You need to give this up; that's what you need to do. Take my word for it; if you keep this up, you're going to screw everything up. Clint doesn't want his ex-wife. He wants you. And he wants you just the way you are." "She's not his ex-wife, yet." She sighed, the reality of her statement twisting her gut. Aimee wasn't so sure her sister was right. "Bonnie is coming over Wednesday to see Abby.""Subject ch
The house looked a lot different since the last time she was here, which was almost a month ago. Clint's crew had ripped out most of the walls and tore down parts of the ceiling where water had damaged the drywall, windows had been removed, and heavy plastic covered quite a bit of the wooden floor. All the paraphernalia that had dotted the dust-ridden floor a few weeks ago was absent, taken away so the men could work. The house had lost its mystique, transformed into a worksite. Aimee was glad she had the opportunity to take the pictures when she did."How long do you have before you have to get back?" Clint asked as he turned over two buckets in what Aimee took to be one of the bedrooms in the back of the house. The location, even though dirt covered the floor and spackle coated part of the walls, made her blush."All the time I want," she said, pushing the thoughts of bedrooms and what she had wanted to do with Clint the last time she was here out of her mind. "I took the day off." S
They were the last ones to arrive at the park, the others already choosing a spot and Marvin Asher firing up the grill. Karla wore a skirt that actually covered everything it should and had her breasts tucked conservatively out of sight. Aimee was shocked but glad. Clint's parents would get to know all about her sister soon enough. Aimee didn't need the first meeting to be a shocker for them.Abby ran to the Ashers first, giving them each a hug and squealing when her grandfather picked her up and threatened to throw her in the air. Then, to Aimee's surprise and delight, the little girl ran to Aimee's mother and hugged her as well. She offered the others a quick hello and then darted for the playground, Clint's mother following just to keep a nervous eye on her. Paul and Mitch stood beside the picnic table, Karla clinging to Mitch's side, as Aimee's mother sat in front of them, all talking and laughing. Aimee stood still a moment, soaking in this perfect scene. They were one big happy f
Aimee stretched, her arms extending out to her side only to come up short as her hand hit another body. Rolling over, she gently ran a hand over Clint's face, a smile dancing across her own. The Saturday morning light peeked through his curtains, calling them to rise and shine, but Aimee ignored it, as she had tried to do every morning since Monday night. Every night she fell asleep beside him, and every morning she woke up wrapped around him, her arms exploring his naked chest. No matter how tired they were when they went to bed, the two of them decided, for Abby's sake, they'd make sure they wore pajamas before falling asleep. A young girl still had moments of nightmares, after all, and needed her Daddy in the middle of the night. Monday night everything changed. Bonnie was no longer his wife. Oh, he still had to stand before the judge next week and make it official, but for all intents and purposes, it was a done deal. Nothing stood in the way of their happiness now.She ran a fing
When the kiss broke, he grinned down at her. "Just tell me we can do some more photo shoots."She laughed again, harder, freer. "Clint Asher, I'll do whatever you want. All you have to do is name it." She kissed him again, this time softer, with less urgency, but just as much passion.When the kiss was over, she slid back into her seat, scooping up her wine glass as she did. "So tell me about today."He did, sharing with her how Bonnie wasn't planning on signing the papers in the beginning. First, he told her Bonnie's revelation of a need for family and why she returned. Then, he explained how he convinced her how signing the papers was the only way for the two of them to get on with their lives, that she could be the best mother to Abby she could be, but she would never again be his wife. He told Bonnie that she needed to respect Aimee and make the transition as smooth as possible. They were Abby's parents, but they would never be friends.When he finished, Aimee told him about Bonnie
The night dragged on, and Aimee could not shake her nervousness. Clint had asked her over to join them for dinner but still had not said anything about what he felt they needed to discuss. He hadn't even mentioned his meeting with Bonnie that afternoon, which made Aimee keep quiet about how the woman visited her. No need to bring up the subject if he was going to end it with her.Abby was a bundle of energy, bouncing on the couch and wanting to dominate the attention. After growing bored with that, she dragged Aimee to her room and played tea, while her father cooked dinner and music played from the front room. As Aimee played dolls with Abby, she wondered if the girl knew the extent of everything that was happening in the lives of the adults around her or if she was blissfully oblivious. For the little girl's sake, she hoped it was the latter."Dinner's ready," Clint called from the front room. Aimee had to admit he sounded happy since she arrived, not as if he was ready to send her o
A knock came at the door. Aimee glanced over her shoulder but didn't move to answer it. If it was Clint, she wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible.Whoever it was knocked again. Karla stepped out of the hallway, glanced at Aimee, and then moved to answer the door. "You worry too much," Karla said over her shoulder.Aimee turned back to the ocean, the curling waves matching the churning in her stomach. She knew she was being dramatic, but she couldn't stop herself. She hated defeat."What the hell are you doing here?" Karla's voice snapped Aimee's attention around. Expecting to see Clint standing there, she was stunned when she noticed Bonnie, the woman ramrod straight, her neck stiff, and one white-knuckled hand gripping her purse strap close to her shoulder. Aimee could feel the confusion furrowing her brow, her eyes squinting, as if trying to make sure she saw what she actually saw. "Bonnie?""Again I ask, what are you doing here?" Karla stood in front of the oth
Something went wrong. While Aimee had no idea what that something was, she knew it had to be about Clint's divorce. Why else would he text her saying they needed to talk right after meeting with Bonnie? The waves barreled onto the shore, breaking upon the sand and rearranging the Atlantic Coast, just as Clint's text rearranged her security, sending her spinning in the riptide of the unknown. She stared at the white foam as the ocean sucked it back out into the deeper waters, reclaiming it as its own. Had Bonnie succeeded in the same thing with Clint? Had she won the fight and taken her husband back? Once again regaining her happy little family?She closed her eyes against the onslaught of scenarios that pummeled her mind, her head screaming against the intrusion. With everything she could muster, she tried to fight the battle within her, giving Clint the assurance he wanted that she believed him when he told her he would be here forever. Yet, it wasn't her experience. Men said whatev
Clint pulled into the local Starbucks, deciding it was the safest place to meet Bonnie to get her to sign the divorce papers. Hopefully, the opportunity for her to respond negatively would be greatly reduced by the public meeting. He had no doubt that meeting her in private would lead to her doing something detrimental to the proceeding. He just wanted to get her to sign the divorce papers and get the whole thing over with, so he could get on with the rest of his life, get on with his relationship with Aimee.He sighed. Hopefully, get Aimee to calm down and return to normal. It wasn't that all the adventures she came up with weren't hot as hell. They were, and he wouldn't mind doing them, but not if she only did them to compete with Bonnie. He wanted Aimee to be Aimee, the woman he fell in love with, the woman who sat on the couch with him and Abby and watched Disney movies, the woman who jumped into a flour fight in the kitchen, giggling and tossing the white powder everywhere. He did
Aimee stretched, her body screaming its protest at her, hating the fact that morning was already here, and she needed to rise and shine. Only one part of that would be possible until after coffee. She rolled over, her gaze drifting to the sliding glass doors at the east of her bedroom. The morning sun coaxed her, urging her to call into work and take the day off, to make a day of it at the beach, the sun's rays kissing her flesh. She grinned, scrunching down into her covers, her mind drifting to Clint's lips on hers, the passion in each one of his kisses, warming her insides like the sun would warm her outside. If she was going to call out of work, she wanted to spend the day in bed with Clint.Once they left his workshop, he went to pick up Abby and then met her at Charlie's for dinner. Abby was a chatty little girl, while she drew on her kid's menu, excited about being out with them. It was even pleasant to sit at a table, Clint's arm stretched across as he held her hand, Abby bounci
They spent the next hour moving things around in his workshop, setting up a photo shoot of the furniture he intended on selling, and making each piece look enticing. Aimee threw herself into the task at hand, examining the shadows cast by the lighting inside the workshop and making a small studio spot off to the side with nothing in the background, using some of his dark dropcloths as background drops. Clint helped her move things around, happy to be the manual labor to her vision for his photos.Outside, night started to fall, casting darker shadows on the ground as lamp posts popped on, offering only a slimmer of light to illuminate the world. Aimee finished taking her pictures: rocking chairs, tables, even a dresser Clint had crafted himself. They teased, laughing at each other when Aimee wasn't so focused on what she was doing. This was her passion, taking pictures, and she could get lost in the process for hours, inspecting angles and lighting, zooming in and out, carefully select