Tina did as expected, and Jordie had extra bananas on his pancakes as well as double chocolate milk. She said nothing about not having seen Glen in a while or Cherish eating there by herself earlier in the week. Glen and Cherish sat across from each other with Jordie kneeling in the booth beside his mother as he leaned on the table. Tina gave him some coloring pages and crayons to keep him occupied, which left Cherish and Glen time to sit and chitchat without the little boy interrupting them too much. Not that they could talk about too much with tiny ears right there, but they still managed to appear like a normal couple and not one in the throes of upheaval. They appeared normal, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, Glen felt normal, a feeling he didn't want to lose anytime soon. He even reached out, taking Cherish's hand in his as they waited for their food, and Cherish didn't pull away, but rather smiled, holding his hand in return.Glen made a fuss over the food and service
It had been two hours, and Cherish already wanted to scream. The woman she replaced, Kim Rosa, was a disorganized mess. None of the files had any semblance of order, and some even had information in it that belonged in someone else's file. The records were a shambles, the record books riddled with coffee rings, and the computer files a spider web of chaos. How the woman managed to function or answer any of Bernie's questions was beyond Cherish's capacity for comprehension. She blew out a burst of frustrated breath, her bangs flipping up at the gesture. It would be a nightmare just getting everything organized."You settling in okay?" Bernie leaned in her doorway. Her office was next to his, and she usually saw him as he went in and out, getting a cup of coffee, following his wife around, or talking to the installers out in the warehouse. Whether he left his office or returned, he always stuck his head in her doorway to check on her and see how she was doing. So far, in the mere two hou
"He's doing it again," Amy whispered, giggling as she leaned over toward Cherish."Stay in your row, Miss Wynn," Mr. Walker said, looking at her from over the top of his glasses.Amy leaned back in her seat, still giggling, as she raised her eyebrows at Cherish, pointing at Glen with her eyes suggestively. Cherish just rolled her eyes as she turned her attention to the front of the room. She didn't need to turn around to see Glen staring at her. Mr. Walker had a glass cabinet in the front corner of the room beside the chalkboard; she could see Glen's reflection in the glass. He was too busy staring at her to notice she stared back at him.Once class was over, Amy and she headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Glen left as well, but soon disappeared in the crowded corridors of Eau Gallie High. He wouldn't be out of sight long, however, Cherish knew. They shared the same lunch period, and Glen always found a spot with his friends near whatever table Cherish and her friends ate. It wasn't li
"Finally went for it, huh?" Brent shut the driver's door to their work truck and moved to the bed of the truck and his tools. "I know what I said before and all, but are you sure this is what you really want? After what she did?" He shook his head as he pulled his tool bucket from the back of the truck. "Glen, what makes you think she won't do it again when she gets bored?""I don't know that she won't." Glen grabbed his own tool bucket from the back of the truck and followed Brent to the back of a house along the Indian River. "I can only hope she doesn't. Hell, I'm hoping we can figure out what made her do it in the first place and fix it. Jordie deserves a whole family.""But you deserve a wife who won't cheat on you. What happens if she does it again?""Then we deal with it." The truth was, Glen didn't have an answer for his friend. He could only hope Cherish and he could work through their issues and salvage their marriage. He could only hope she wanted it as much as he did and wa
She shouldn't have done it, she knew. It was an impulse. A knee-jerk reaction to the changes that became her life recently, a lifeline to a past she longed for even though it had changed the course of her life. However, Cherish couldn't stop herself from writing Nick's cell phone number down, not sure if she threw his business card away or not. She knew she wouldn't use it, so she wasn't sure why she even bothered. She tried to justify it, at first. What if Jordie grew seriously ill, and she needed Nick's medical history? It was a precaution against future possibilities. She would never need to use it. All right, she doubted she would use it. No. She would not use it. She picked up the piece of paper, ready to rip it into shreds and throw it away. However, she stopped herself just before she tore the paper, the numbers staring at her, reminding her of the experiences, the adventures, the carefree nature Nick Pepper brought with him to her life. They had fun. They didn't care about soci
Glen tossed his tool bucket into the back of Brent's truck, his shoulders sore from the day's labor. He could feel the sting of the sun where he stayed exposed to it too long without protection. He should know better, but sometimes, he just became too engrossed in the project at hand and tuned out everything else. Of course, he compounded the situation by how distracted he was with his marriage. He sighed as he leaned on the truck's side. He was tired of being distracted."So, what's the plan for tonight?" Brent asked as he dumped his own bucket into the back of the truck. "Feel like grabbing a beer or something?""What? Need a wingman?" Glen said with a chuckle. "Actually, I'm thinking of swinging by the house and seeing Jordie. I also need to see what we're doing for his birthday coming up. You know, that parenting-type stuff."Brent acted like he shuddered, shaking his shoulders. "Please, don't say those words out loud."Glen laughed harder. "Sooner or later, some poor woman will re
Cherish tucked the covers up under Jordie's arms, leaning down to kiss his forehead as she did. "You get a good night's sleep, young man," she said, smiling down at him. "No getting out of bed and wandering around. You've had your water—both glasses. You're all set."He nodded, his dark hair sliding up and down on his pillow. "Is Daddy still here?" he asked. "Is he staying here tonight?"The question tugged at her heart, and she fought to keep the tears at bay. "Your mommy and daddy still have a lot to work out, but none of it is about you. Always know both of us love you very much, no matter what happens between us."He nodded, his dark hair swishing against the pillow. "Does that mean he won't be here in the morning when I wake up?"His face was so innocent, even though the question was so earnest. She leaned down, kissing his forehead. "We'll have to see what the morning brings, all right? For now, you just focus on getting a good night's sleep.""Yes, ma'am," Jordie said with a sig
This was torture. She had been naked in front of him a million times, and yet, right then, with the way he commanded her to take one piece off at a time, she never felt more vulnerable or exposed. It was like a stranger forced to strip in front of him. She reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and then slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her breasts to him. She tossed the bra down with the shirt.Glen sat there, soaking in her bare breasts, his grin revealing how pleased he was with what he saw. "I've always loved your tits," he said with an uplift of his brows. "I love how hard and long your nipples get."She felt the blush warm her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, struggling with words right then. "I've always loved the way you've played with them."He motioned to her pants with a lift of his chin. "Take them off but turn around first. Keep your gaze forward."She swallowed again, her nerves tight as she did as he ordered, turning so that her back was t