Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
I hate Mondays. Why can't we just go straight from Sunday to Tuesday and forget this whole Monday concept? The alarm screamed at Faith Greer as she yanked the covers up over her head and attempted to stuff the excess into her ears. It didn't help."Rise and shine, gorgeous." Selby sat on the edge of the bed and strove to pull the covers from his wife's head. "It's a beautiful day, and you're wasting the best part.""I thought being in bed was the best part." She sighed as the covers disappeared. She hated morning people.Selby only laughed as he set a hot cup of coffee on her nightstand. "Only if we're having sex, and since we're not, it's time to get up.""I'll let you fuck me if I can sleep through it." She spread her legs and laid her arms out flat."You could sleep through me fucking you? I'm wounded." Selby left the side of the bed and grabbed his shoes."I'm tired. Get over it. Pretend my snores are moans." She kicked the covers back within arms' reach and snuggled down. "I'll ev
Selby finished adding several Sue Grafton novels someone traded in the previous week to the mystery section when he heard the cowbell over his front door jingle. "Lunch time," he heard the soprano voice call out. He glanced at his watch, surprised it was already a quarter past noon. This Monday flew by.He slid T is for Trespassing onto the shelf and then left the rest of the books in the box in favor of food. He hadn't realized he was hungry until the call for lunch rang out. "Be right there." He slid to the back room, snagged a Coke and a Dr. Pepper from the ancient fridge he kept in the back, and then made his way to the front counter where Tracey already sat on a stool Selby kept there for her visits, opening a Styrofoam container. He could smell the sauerkraut and knew the selection of the day was Reuben sandwiches. "Smells delicious.""Well, you know it is. I made it." She nibbled on a corn chip as Selby handed her the Dr. Pepper. Tracey's vibrant red hair kept falling into her f
Faith had been right. Not that there had been any doubt in her mind she wouldn't be, of course. Cherish called out for the day, claiming she hurt her back over the weekend moving furniture. Faith knew it was a lie, or at least a cover-up. Knowing Cherish, she wore herself out over the weekend or merely hated Mondays. It became a pretty common occurrence. Her sister may not call off every Monday, but it was frequent enough to be noticeable; at least to Faith it was. Edwin either didn't notice it or didn't care. To be honest, Faith didn't care either. Cherish was moody, her emotions sometimes coming out like a roller coaster ride that's gone out of control. The office was a much more pleasant environment to work in when Cherish stayed away. The day seemed set on fast forward, which was great for a Monday, and the fact there were only two hours left to her daily prison sentence pleased Faith. She glanced at her list of To Dos and gave herself a satisfied pat on the back when she saw all
Faith sat at her desk, spinning a pen in her fingers as Jed Jorrell went over the Polawski file with her. Rutherford was in charge of building a series of office buildings off Babcock Street for Mr. Vincent Polawski, and while everything Jed recited was routine, not to mention boring, Faith enjoyed listening to him talk. His tone was deep and playful, and you could always hear a smile in it, even when he read boring reports. She never noticed before how intoxicating his voice was. Nor had she noticed his hands with their long, thick fingers she could imagine caressing her nipples into taut, little pebbles aching for him to pinch them.Faith gave her mind a mental shake, bringing it out of its bedroom thoughts, and sat up straighter in her desk chair as she focused on what Jed said. However, she blushed at the wetness between her legs. She couldn't believe how easily her mind went to sex these days. She had worked with these people for four years, and for the first part of that, the maj
Selby entered the house through the garage, and Disturbed blaring through the house speakers assaulted his ears. Well, something has set her off. He weaved through the house to his office where the music originated and turned down the volume on electric guitars and drums. He inhaled the silence.Dropping his briefcase by his desk, he went in search of Faith. It didn't take long. She was in the kitchen butchering carrots and hurling them into a pot of boiling water. "I want to hug you, but I think I want you to put the knife down first." He stopped at the edge of the counter and bent his head, attempting to peer into her eyes. "Bad day at work?"Faith kept chopping at the carrots, and Selby assumed he would need a new cutting board before long. "Work was fine. At least, it was until my mother showed up."He should have known. No one could work Faith up more than Valerie Driscoll. Selby always believed that to be the older woman's superpower. He chose not to say anything, though. Instead
So far, the morning had been pretty smooth, so Faith knew something was about to blow up. Quietness at Rutherford Construction never lasted long. As she reached for another file from the stack of never-ending paperwork, she spotted Edwin as he poked his head through the doorway. A quick glance at her computer clock told her it was smoke break time. Cherish already reached into her purse for her own cancer stick. With a deep breath, Faith decided today she wouldn't say anything.As it turned out, she didn't have to mention it. Edwin did."Faith, care to join me for a cigarette break?" He leaned against the doorframe, his powerful hand gripping the wood as he smiled at her. He didn't even glance at Cherish.Confused, Faith glanced back and forth between Cherish and Edwin. "I don't smoke.""So? Come breathe in my habit secondhand and keep me company." He patted the doorframe before disappearing back down the hall, already assuming she would follow.She glanced over at her sister, who was