Glen stood on his parents' back porch staring up at the clouds drifting by as his thoughts churned. Cherish called, telling him about her conversation with Faith and Selby, wanting him to know they were right, and Faith actually fucked Edwin. Selby even knew about it and was happy. All Glen could tell her was that at least Selby knew and wasn't blindsided. What the Greers did in their marriage was up to them. He didn't care. What he cared about was his wife cheating on him and knowing she would go to work tomorrow, side-by-side with her lover. "Ex-lover," Cherish reminded him, but he didn't care. She wanted him to come home, but he couldn't. Not yet. Not while she still worked at Rutherford Construction.He heard footsteps behind him. "Here," his mother said as she stepped up beside him, a coffee mug with a rooster painted on the front in her hand. "I thought you could use a cup of coffee. A hot beverage always helps ease tense emotions."Giving his mother a weak smile, he muttered his
Cherish pulled up in front of the Lansky home, the other Lansky home, her stomach a twisted knot ready to snap and send her hurling into the bushes. Faith and Selby's words haunted her with how accurate they were. She had screwed the pooch, being her typical selfish, bitchy self, and it was time for her to fix it. It was time to talk to Glen, and if she was honest with herself, she wasn't sure she had the guts for it. He didn't seem too willing to talk on the phone earlier.She shifted the car into park and turned off the engine, but she didn't make a move to open her door. Instead, she stared at the front of her in-laws's house, dreading knocking on their door. She had thought about just texting Glen and asking him to meet her outside, so she could avoid the judgmental glares she knew Brenda Lansky would give her, but then decided against it. She deserved those glares.Once Cherish left her sister's house, she drove around for a while, not even paying attention to where she drove. She
Glen watched Cherish slip through the doorway, her shoulders slumped, face downcast. He knew she hoped he would give in, return home, and pick up where they left off, but how did she expect him to forget what she did?He walked back over to the table, picked up his beer bottle, and downed the rest of its contents. The coolness of the beer did nothing to assuage the burning in his heart, however. This was a frickin' nightmare.He glanced down at his beer bottle—empty beer bottle, that is. He needed another one. With a shake of his head, he turned and walked back inside his parents' house. His mother sat in front of the television, watching a rerun of Wheel of Fortune while his father read the Sunday paper, something Glen didn't see many people do these days. As he walked through to the kitchen, his father glanced up at him, but said nothing. His mother, however, could never allow anything to go when it came to making a dig at Cherish."She didn't stay long," Glen's mother said as she gl
If Glen would ever forgive her, she needed to get out of Rutherford Construction and stay away from Edwin. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she drove, her mind repeating the look in her father's eyes when she told him of her affair, a look that was like a knife in her gut that wouldn't stop twisting. She lost it all, her husband, the respect of her parents, and now, the job she loved, and the sad part was she should have seen it all coming. She was such an idiot! She wasn't sure how she never saw Edwin's betrayal coming, except for the fact she was too preoccupied committing her own betrayal. She knew Faith's behavior was odd but Cherish never connected it with Edwin. It was right under her nose the entire time, though. How could she have been so blind?The sun started to dip in the west as she weaved through the Sunday traffic on her way to the offices of Rutherford Construction, ready to give Glen what he needed. It was time to quit Rutherford Construction. Jed said he'd meet her th
When she pulled into the back parking lot of Rutherford Construction, Jed was just getting out of his truck. Good. I can make this quick. She pulled in beside him, ignoring the unhappy look on his face. She didn't care. She would no longer work for Edwin Coldwell knowing what he did to her. Behind her back. With her own sister. Cherish threw her car into park and popped her door open. She would get in, get her stuff, and get out. Quick and easy.As she stepped out into the darkening day, she heard another set of tires on the gravel coming around the building. A sinking feeling pulled at her stomach. If Jed… A red Ford F150 turned the corner, Edwin not even bothering to slow down. Cherish shot Jed a dirty look. He only shrugged, a sympathetic look on his face. She should have known better than to trust him. The boys club protected themselves. She started walking faster toward the back door of the offices. Jed stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking like he wished he was anyw
The glass sliding door opened, and Robert Lansky stepped out, two beers in his hands. When he noticed the bottle resting on Glen's knee, he just shrugged. "More for me, unless you're ready for a refill.""I'm good, thanks," Glen said, a slight smile pushing up the corners of his mouth.Glen's father sat on the wicker sofa that formed a part of the L of porch furniture. He set one bottle on the glass table that sat between them and held the other in his hands as he crossed his legs. "Hope you don't mind me crashing your quietness. Those damn game shows drive me crazy. Your mother gets all pissed off when she gets the answer wrong. I want to put her on one of those shows and record it just so I can show her how idiotic she looks." He rolled his dark eyes.Glen laughed. He went to sip his beer. Empty. He made a scrunched-up face and then swapped the bottles out. "On second thought…""Help yourself," his father said with a slight chuckle.Glen really didn't need another beer, having had th
Here's the hammer," Brent Dresden said as he held the tool by the head, offering the handle to Glen, who simply reached up and grabbed it. Brent squatted down on the deck as he looked down on Glen who was in the middle of adding more supports to the base of the dock they were installing for a Mrs. Patterson, soon to be Miss Patterson. Brent glanced back at the house, a smirk creasing his lips. "I bet she has an extra room. She may even cut you a deal on the rent. Obviously, she has some major alimony coming in from the divorce." He turned, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide. "Hey, maybe she'll take the rent out in trade. Women have needs, you know?"Glen shook his head. "You're a pig."Brent shrugged his thick shoulders as he ran a hand through his walnut hair, the bangs once again falling back into his hazel-green eyes. "So I've been told. I'm just trying to help you out. You'll never get lucky living at your parents' house."Glen handed the hammer back up to Brent as he rolled his eyes.
Cherish parked her car in front of Selby's Downtown Books and stared at the front door. Jordie was at preschool, and she wanted to take this time to start her apologies. It was time to switch her way of thinking, to cease being the self-absorbed person everyone came to expect. She was the one who screwed up, and Selby had been right yesterday in calling her out on it. Of course, it turned her stomach to admit it, but if she was ever going to fix her family, she needed to start making some positive changes in her life. Selby was the safest place to start.With a deep breath, Cherish left the safety of her car and stepped into the responsible thing to do. She wasn't really a fan, too used to being the selfish one. It was easy being selfish. Pushing the front door open, the bell over the door announcing her arrival, she looked around for her brother-in-law. He appeared down one of the rows of shelves, a coffee mug emblazoned with #1 Husband on it in his hand, sipping it as he walked. Whe