Sunday dawned with the temperature already pushing toward eighty. Winter in Florida was always short. Tracey spent the night, nuzzled on Faith's right while Selby had draped her left. After Valerie Driscoll left, Faith had remained quiet in a numb aftershock. The others hadn't forced her to communicate, and when she did speak, it was to vent about her mother's audacity at blaming her for Cherish sleeping with Edwin. Faith never had to do anything for her mother to paint her out as the bad guy. What she ever did to earn her mother's scorn, she would never understand. And now....Now, Faith didn't care. She was through being pushed around and made to feel inferior by her family. She didn't feel bad about standing up to her mother. However, Faith didn't feel good, either.She felt lost. Separated. The gulf that had been there between her mother and her was now a chasm, and Faith doubted it would ever be different. Cherish was the one who had screwed up her life, and yet, it was Faith who
Selby watched his wife climb the stairs, arms still folded across her chest. He motioned for Tracey to follow and keep an eye on her while he turned and faced his sister-in-law. Cherish watched Faith's departure, and when she turned around, it visibly startled her that he still stood there.With a sheepish look, she ducked her head. When she spoke, her voice was a bare whisper against the ocean breeze. "I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair.""Not yet." He stepped in front of her, blocking her from walking way. His patience with the Driscoll family was at an end. "I have tried to keep my mouth shut, but you and your mother have pushed too far. I don't know where either of you get off blaming Faith for you cheating on Glen, but it's total bullshit.""My mother blamed Faith? When?""Last night. She was here when we got home. Seems none of you know to call first." Selby stood with his hands on his hips. "Faith never did a damn thing to you or your mother to deserve the abuse you both give
She felt his legs press against her thighs as his arms wrapped around her chest, his breath warm and steady against her cheek. She fell back against him and willed some of his strength into the coldness of her heart.Faith knew what her husband thought, that she took her family's words as proof she did something wrong. He had watched her practically grovel at her mother's feet all these years for just an inkling of acceptance from the woman. Faith had tolerated her sister's harshness to be close to her mother, afraid that angering Cherish would anger her mother and cause Valerie to push her away even further. Faith didn't doubt at all the course of his thoughts. The sad thing was, a few days ago he would have been absolutely right.But not that night. Not then. Not ever again. When her mother stood there the previous night accusing her for Cherish's indiscretion, a switch inside of Faith flipped. Her mother accepting her no longer worried her, because at that moment, Faith realized sh
The offices of Rutherford Construction were quiet, almost in a funeral home sort of way. Even the ever-perky Ashlynn seemed to sense the underlying mood and reined in her bubbliness. Faith waved at the buxom blond as she passed her and received a limp wave back. Something must have happened before Faith made it to work. She wasn't sure if it had to do with her or not. How far had Cherish taken her accusations?As she stepped into the hall behind the front lobby, purse and lunch box dangling from her fingers, she noticed Morgan talking in hushed whispers with Jed Jorrell. She gave Morgan a curious glance when he looked her way, giving her a quick nod in greeting. He shouldn't be there. Something was definitely off. She said good morning to both and then passed by into the Girls' Den. Nessa was already there, but Cherish wasn't. Actually, as Faith took a closer look, nothing of her sister's was there. Her desk had been completely cleared off. That could explain why Morgan was there. Thi
Selby hung up the phone with a feeling of pride for his wife. She deserved the promotion. Faith had always been a hard worker, throwing herself into whatever anyone asked of her. He understood the conflict going on within her, however, an inner sense of betrayal to Cherish for stepping in where her sister had stepped out. Yet, Faith deserved the new position and the pay raise. She deserved the recognition. The morning had been slow at the bookstore. Only one visitor had graced his door, and they had only purchased a small paperback for fifty cents. He hoped his entire day wouldn't follow the same track. Soft jazz played in the background as Selby sat and stared at the picture of Faith in Key West that he kept at his crowded desk. He gave her permission to keep seeing Edwin if she wanted, but the truth was he wanted the relationship to end. It had already wreaked havoc within their family as well as Rutherford Construction. He wasn't sure where the damage would end or how Glen and Che
Selby called Faith during lunch and filled her in on all his visitors. It surprised her Cherish showed up and shocked Faith even more Cherish apologized to him. However, she knew it would be a cold day in Hell before her sister ever apologized to her. She didn't care. She didn't need it. She had made her decision about her family, and nothing they could do would ever bother her again. She would stay in touch with her father, but the rest could go to Hell.Her heart broke when Selby told her about Tracey, however. The fact the other woman thought they could so easily dismiss her from their lives and turn their backs on her caused Faith to pause and consider how deep the three of them had grown together. Edwin had been a game, but Tracey became intertwined in their daily lives. Faith immediately called the redhead and gave her the same assurances Selby had. "Nothing going on has anything to do with you," Faith told her. "If anything, I am leaning on you just as much as I am Selby. I nee
The hot spray of the shower jet beat down on her upturned face and stretched neck as she stood with her hands on the blue tile wall in front of her. Steam billowed up around her, the water massaging her into wakefulness. Four-thirty came early, but Jacqui Karston had been waking that early for the past two years, losing herself in the projects of The Karston Foundation ever since her family died in a plane crash without her. She was up late every night, as well. She had to be. There was still so much to do to rebuild Biloxi after Katrina devastated the coast ten years ago. The city had already did quite a bit, of course, but it was not enough. It would never be enough in Jacqui's eyes, not as long as there were vacant lots and partially demolished buildings scattered everywhere, and, if she were honest with herself, she needed the distraction.After blow drying her hair, she brushed it into long, blond walls, framing her narrow face, keeping her closed off and uninviting. It also added
Lily handed her a manila folder as she set a cup of steaming coffee on Jacqui's desk, the travel mug replaced with a ceramic one with a skyline of Biloxi wrapped around it. "This is the information you wanted on Rutherford Construction," the small brunette said. Lily was another one they pulled from the wreckage of Katrina. She had been attending the local college when the hurricane barreled through and reduced her apartment to rubble. Marc found her sitting on the curb, just staring at what was once her home. The college would keep going, but even at nineteen, Lily was ready to call it quits. He put the young woman in his car and took her home where they were already housing several refugees. Marc wasn't giving anyone a chance to give up, and Jacqui loved him all the more for his compassion and generosity. She was determined to carry on his legacy."Anything in the file you should warn me about?" Opening the folder, Jacqui leaned back in her chair. "Any reason I should go with these g
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.
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
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.