Karla watched as Clint and her sister walked up. Aimee looked sad and happy all at once and Karla didn't know whether to hug her or punch Clint. Knowing the roller coaster the two of them were on, probably both. However, she kept telling herself that she would give them space to work it out. Of course, she had no idea whether she'd be able to follow through on the lecture she gave herself or not. Aimee was her sister, after all, and she was easily hurt.Aimee gave her a weak smile as she approached and the two clinked beer bottles. The music started, and soon, whatever went on between Clint and Aimee was pushed aside for the fun of the night. Clint did stay close to Aimee, however, which left Lance with Karla. She wasn't disappointed in that. He was sweet on the eyes and whenever he would draw near, she could feel the heat between her legs start to grow. It could have been the alcohol, but she highly doubted that was the only reason. By the time the last concert blared out, she found h
As soon as they entered the ladies' condo, Karla pulled out the bottles of liquor left over from what her mother bought the other day. There was plenty there to keep their buzzes going and, hopefully, to ease Aimee's tension. Karla meant what she said to her sister. Aimee needed to grow a set of balls and take Bonnie out of the equation. You just don't allow another woman to snake her way in and take your man. Karla didn't steal men. Of course, she didn't have to because they kept coming back to her and, while she had no qualms about sleeping with a married man, she didn't want to be committed to one."Okay, what's everyone's poison? Bartender Karla is now open for business."Lance grinned at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck, kissing her cheek. "I hope that's true," he whispered into her ear.She playfully pushed back with her head, laughing as she grabbed bottles of Bacardi and Jack Daniels. Turning, she leaned up and kissed his lips. "Why else wou
The knots in Aimee's stomach tightened as Karla shut her bedroom door, locking her and Lance inside and Clint and Aimee out. She would never understand her sister. Aimee wondered if Mitch even played into Karla's plans. Wouldn't he be upset that she was about to have sex with someone else? Of course, with the way he went after the twins, Aimee doubted it."Well, at least Lance is enjoying his night out," Clint said, as he held his glass at chest level. "I'd say he owes me for being his wing man tonight."She couldn't help but smile, a little laugh slipping past her lips. "Not jealous, are you? Of course, you two did make a cute couple.""What can I say? His five o'clock shadow irritated me." He took a sip of his mixed drink, his smile at the edge of the glass. As he swallowed, he gestured to Karla's closed door with a nod of his head. "I thought she was seeing the mechanic?""Karla sees everyone." She took a sip of her Bacardi and Coke. Turning her head, she focused on his eyes as she
The sun was at ten o'clock, beating down upon Karla as she sat on her balcony, sipping coffee and enjoying the quietness of the condo. Although, if she was honest with herself, she pretty much had it to herself since Lance cooked them breakfast Saturday morning and then left. Aimee joined Clint on his way to pick up Abigail from his parents and, except for coming in for a change of clothes or Karla coming in early from work, the two sisters barely saw each other. Still, she was glad to see Aimee finally doing something besides work and sitting around the condo.A seagull floated close by, checking to see if she was tossing anything edible its way before floating on to the next prospect. She sipped her coffee as she tried to decide what to do with a Monday off. Aimee was at work and their mother was off at some woman's club doing yoga. She was all alone. Yet, she was good at getting into trouble when she was alone, she thought, grinning to herself as she held her mug close to her lips.
"I thought it would be a nice day to eat outside." Aimee watched as her mother unloaded a picnic basket with sandwiches and chips in Ziploc bags. "Besides, I had these bananas that were about to go bad.""Oh, trust me. Free food is always welcome," Aimee said as her mother set a peanut butter and banana sandwich in front of her. "And it is a pretty day out. Not as hot as it has been lately. I just thought you had your women's club thing today."Betty Harper waved her off as she set a Diet Coke in front of her. "That ended an hour ago and with your sister's new job, I figured she'd still be sleeping. So you're the one who has to suffer with my company."Aimee rolled her eyes. "It's never suffering when I get to hang out with you. Besides, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." She debated telling her mother all weekend. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She debated it all day Sunday. Saturday, she had nothing else on her mind except Clint and the direction their relationship wa
Karla slipped into her bathing suit and headed to the pool area. She took a lounge chair beside the gate that led down to the beach—the locked gate. In order to keep just anyone from using their condos as a beach access or having free use of the pool, the Condominium Council put a key pad on the gate that only residents could access. As Karla stretched out on the chair another couple was already laying out, enjoying the warm Florida sun. She opened her book and sipped her water—and waited.She didn't have to wait long."Excuse me, but could someone help me with the gate. I think Clint gave me the wrong code or I remembered it wrong." Bonnie peered over the small white gate at the couple to the left, purposefully ignoring Karla. If she recognized her, she wasn't showing it. Or she did recognize her and that is why she ignored her. Either way, it only made Karla smirk."Sure, no problem," the man said, as he started to stand up."No," Karla said, slowly rising to her feet. The man stoppe
Karla decided to skip the sexy outfit tonight and give Mitch the plain Jane Karla. It was punishment for telling her he was taking her out and not asking her like a normal person. She wore jeans and a gray tee-shirt with a faded picture of a wolf on the front. She thought it was fitting considering how their relationship had gone so far. Not that they were in a relationship. They weren't. Not even close to one. She didn't do relationships. Mitch didn't strike her as the type who did them, either.So, why does he keep calling me?"You look good," Aimee said when Karla left her room and stepped into the living room. "However, a little under-dressed for a Karla date."Karla pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. "I am not on a Karla date. I'm on a Mitch date. I'm just being dragged along."Aimee laughed. "You're really taking his telling you he was picking you up serious. You don't think it was sweet?""No. I think it was bossy and I don't do bossy. I don't want to talk about it. So,
His smile sparkled in the candlelight. "To learning to trust."She lifted her glass slightly and then took a sip. As she set the glass back on the table, she said, "Trust is not something that comes easily, if ever. I've learned that most people don't deserve it."His head tilted to the side as he looked at her, a sad expression covering his face. "Someone must have hurt you pretty bad."She gave a casual shrug, feigning a nonchalance that she didn't feel. "Only once. Twice, perhaps. That's all it took for me to learn not to allow it to happen again. I live my life by my rules. People either deal with that or they don't. I don't care. I am who I am and people either take me that way or they can take a walk.""People who say that are usually saying it to justify they're an asshole and can't change. You've shown you can be sneaky, but I wouldn't necessarily call you an asshole.""Gee, thanks. Just why did you invite me out again?""Dinner. Remember? We are at a steak house, after all.""
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