"How's the job search coming along?" Betty asked Karla, as the meal was winding down."Nothing, yet. I have an interview tomorrow, though. A friend is hooking me up as a possible bartender at Sand Dune.""That's something you haven't tried, yet. What's his name?" Aimee asked, as she shoved the last piece of garlic bread into her mouth."Excuse me?""The name of the man who got you the job."Karla glared at her, but Aimee just smiled. She knew it was a male friend and Aimee used the word friend very loosely. Fuck buddy would be the proper term. That's how Karla got all her jobs, through friends or friends of friends, or it was promised to her while she was performing a private interview. Aimee was sure it was the same with the bartender job."Well, I wish you luck with it," Betty said. "Sounds like it might be fun. A lot safer than delivering pizzas, that's for sure. You just never know when someone will pull a gun on you when you go up to a door. It's a dangerous world out there. Anyon
She kept squeezing the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as tension tightened her body. She forced herself to drive slow as her anger blinded her to how hard she pressed the accelerator. The entire night Karla had been annoyed and her sister's barbs tossed her way only added fuel to her anger. She didn't know where Aimee came off with her high and mightiness, but it grated on her nerves. Life was not black and white as Aimee believed. You did what you had to do to get ahead. It was called survival. There was nothing wrong with someone helping you out with a job. That's what friends were for, to help you out when you needed it. It happened all the time. Karla didn't need her sister's judgmental attitude about it.And then there was Mitch Greenway. She was never turned down by a man before because he preferred her sister. Men wanted what Karla offered. Mainly because Aimee never offered anything. Karla thought about texting Mitch to find out what his angle was, but instead, deci
Karla's breath caught, and she forced herself to let it out as his closeness gripped her, sending a moist heat straight to her sex and a tightening to her nipples. Remember, you're in control here, girl. She glanced up into his dark eyes, her breathing ragged gulps. He just smiled down at her, his grin challenging, daring her to deny his statements. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say as his eyes penetrated her the way she suddenly wanted his cock to be doing. Did he want her to deny it? To play hard to get? She found herself being caught in her own game, and she didn't know what to do. Most men cowered at her forward behavior. Mitch Greenway, however, was stepping right into it.The left corner of his mouth curled up into a grin as he soaked in her eyes. He reached out to her, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her off the car and pressing her body to his. She could feel his hardness through their clothes as it pushed against her, as he forced it against her, allowing
It felt good to be driving her car again without having to balance the pedals to keep it running. Mitch came through as promised. He also asked her out again, just as he said he would. She wasn't sure if he charged her as they agreed, but it still seemed fair enough. It took away her Decades of Rock concert money, but it was worth it to be able to drive without the guilt of Karla's payment plan. When he asked her out, Aimee reluctantly agreed. She was still upset at the display she witnessed from her balcony. Yet, she wasn't ready to surrender her fantasies of Clint just yet. It was only dinner, after all. She was sure she could keep it all platonic. Besides, she deserved to be taken out, even if only because she hadn't been on a date in a while.She tried to forgive her sister for her behavior at their mother's last night, but Karla was distant and quiet. It was worse when she returned home from wherever she vanished to after dropping Aimee off. When Aimee told her about going out wit
They were halfway through their meal when the evening took a downward turn."Hey guys. Fancy meeting the two of you here."Aimee glanced up and saw Karla standing beside their table, her arm wrapped around Brad's as he stood there looking suddenly awkward. "Brad." Mitch set his fork and knife down and sat back in his chair. Aimee noticed that he avoided mentioning Karla's name."You knew we were coming here," Aimee said. "I told you this afternoon.""Did you?" Karla cocked her head to the side, pretending an attempt at remembering the conversation. Finally, she shrugged acting all innocent. "I honestly don't remember."There's not an honest bone in your body. Aimee gritted her teeth. "So, why are you here?"Brad reached out and shook Mitch's hand. "She called and asked to take me out for dinner. Never refuse a pretty lady and a free meal."Mitch laughed, ignoring the glares Aimee and Karla were giving each other. "I don't blame you.""So, what's good to eat here?" Karla sat down and pi
"What the hell was that all about?" Mitch threw his napkin onto the table and stared at her, his eyes shooting flames.Karla watched as Aimee skulked away, shoulders slumped, head bowed. Karla forced herself to swallow the dryness that took over her throat. Her heart hurt for her sister and what she just did to her. The feeling was almost as equal as the disgust she felt for what Aimee did to her."I asked you a question."Aimee passed through the main doors and out of sight before Karla turned her focus back to Mitch. "I told you. No one dates both sisters.""And you just thought that showing up here and telling her we fucked was the best way to end the date? She's your sister for crying out loud. Don't you think there was a better way to approach the subject? And you didn't even warn Brad? How cruel can you be?"She shrugged, as she lifted her glass to her lips. After taking a gulp, which did nothing to alleviate the tightness of her throat, she said, "Aimee knows the rules. She knew
Aimee's phone vibrated on her desk and without even glancing at it, she pressed the silent button. She didn't need to look. She knew who it was, the same person who had been blowing up her phone since her dinner date. Mitch texted several times last night and a few that day. He wanted to explain, wanted to make it up to her. He said he was sorry. That it wasn't what she thought. Isn't what I think? How can the fact that he fucked my sister be misinterpreted? She ignored every text that came through. The funny thing was that she had not heard from her sister at all. Not even a concern when Aimee hadn't returned home last night. Funny, but not unexpected. Karla didn't like confrontation unless she was the one causing it. Instead of having to deal with her sister's obnoxious attitude, Aimee decided to crash at her mother's house. Of course, Betty Harper tried her best to figure out why she wasn't going home, but Aimee just told her she needed some peace and quiet for the evening. Betty d
Karla's day did not go as she had wanted outside of getting the bartender job at Sand Dune. Of course, there was really no doubt that she would be hired. Short skirt, low cut blouse, and a few winks and the job was hers. Paul gave her several insinuations about some after hours requirements, but she was always able to handle him, leading him on and only giving in when it suited her needs more than his. No, her day was bad because she still dealt with the aftermath of last night and her little drama at the restaurant. She tried to talk to Brad, but he was too busy pouting at the way she used him, and wasn't ready to surrender yet. He would. Of that she had no worries. It was just a matter of when and what it would cost her. Men were such babies when it came to their egos. Mitch ignored her, as well; still pissed more than likely, and she wasn't even sure why it bothered her. The car was fixed and while she didn't like burning bridges, especially ones she knew she would need again, she
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