Tom left early in the morning, intending to return to the house when the movers arrived. Edie left an hour or so later. Once on the road, the traffic was light. She hummed to the song on the radio as she glanced in the rearview mirror. A small white car came out of nowhere and was close behind her. She slowed to let the auto pass, but it only moved closer behind her. Remembering a short cut, she suddenly swerved onto a dirt road, dust flying from under her tires as she stepped on the gas. When she came to the end of the road and stopped to check for cross traffic, the vehicle was still behind her.Edie parked behind the shop and stepped out of her automobile. The little white two-door with tinted windows came to a complete stop behind her, then squealed its tires driving away. Edie's heart pounded as she entered the shop through the back door. She leaned against the nearest wall and tried to calm her breathing.Dolores poked her head out of her office. "What's wrong? What happened?
Just then, Dolores came out of the shop and motioned to her. "Edie, here's a copy of the video. Until you get this figured out, I don't want you to come to the shop." Edie shook her head, and Dolores said, "Let me finish, dear. I don't want to take the chance that you'll be hurt."Another unfamiliar car parked two spaces away. Dolores muttered, "Shirley probably wants her last paycheck."As Shirley stepped out of the car, Edie said, "This is Shirley I was telling you about, Tom. Doesn't she look familiar to you?""Yeah, she does. You know who she reminds me of?" Tom asked."Who?""Alice at Janelle's. Doesn't she have the same hairline and mouth, yet something different about their noses?""I wouldn't know. I only saw Alice once, and that was with you the first day.""That's right. It's chilly, so go ahead and get in my car. I'll be right back. I have to ask Dolores something." Tom headed to the back, passing Shirley on her way out.Edie sat in the passenger seat, leaned
She smelled his manly scent on her where he'd kissed her and laid his head. Memories of their lovemaking made her happy. I think I'm falling in love with Tom. Can that be? Am I capable of actually caring enough about someone to fall in love?Gramps had told her she'd know when it happened - she'd feel it. And what she was feeling was not like any other she'd had before so it must be love.She dried off quickly and dressed. Driving to work, she called Tom. "Hi, honey, I had a thought.""You did, huh? What was it?""I wondered if the note and slashed tires could have been Alice." Edie made the turn into the parking lot."Good idea, I'm going to check with forensics. See if they had any luck with prints.""Good, I'm at work so will you let me know?""Of course, sweetheart," Tom whispered the endearment."Okay, honey, bye." Edie ended the call and went into the shop."Good morning, Dolores. How are you?" Edie asked, finding her boss already at her desk."I'm doing fine,
Tom and Mitch headed over to Alice's house. When Tom turned into the driveway, he saw a four-door sedan and a royal-blue car, parked in front. Edie said a small white car followed her and looked to be the same car on the video.Tom knocked on the door while Mitch made his way toward the house, surveying the area for anything odd.Alice opened the door an inch then swung the door wide. She jumped into Tom's arms. He lost his balance. Fortunately, Mitch was behind him to keep him from landing on his ass. "I knew you'd come around." Alice kissed his face, all over.Tom set her on the ground. "Let's go inside and talk. We don't need any neighbors passing around ugly rumors."Alice looked at him with bloodshot eyes and placed her fists on her waist. She was medium height, a little pudgy, and usually had a very pretty face. But her face wasn't nice looking at all. It was blotchy."What do you mean 'ugly rumors'?" She used her fingers to make air quotes and stepped forward."Let's
After a busy day at work, Edie had to practically drag her butt to punch her timecard. Her feet hurt. She wasn't used to standing or getting up and down for eight hours at a time. She envisioned a hot, bubbly soak in the tub, with Tom, of course, and then a leisurely evening at home. Tom's couch was very comfortable. They snuggled together as they watched his large-screen TV.She sauntered to her car, too tired to hurry. She'd unlocked the door and lifted a leg to step in when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the back door. Someone grabbed her shoulder and whipped her around to face her attacker, Shirley, who held a weapon behind her head, ready to swing.Edie screamed, "Stop, stop! What are you doing?"Shirley gripped the front of Edie's shirt and held tight. Edie would have to rip her top off to get out of her hold. Edie tried punching her in the face, but her arms were too short."I said I was going to make you pay, slut, and I will," Shirley yel
Edie slept in Saturday until she smelled the coffee. She and Tom had made a deal. Since he was an early riser and left for work earlier than she, he'd make the coffee. She'd grown to love his strong coffee, just like she did the man himself.She threw on some jeans and a long T-shirt and met him in the kitchen. He stood at the sink, gazing out the window at the green pasture, tall with grass. Edie snuck up behind him and curled her arms around his middle. He hugged her."Get enough sleep?" he asked."I sure did. I'm ready for anything.""Like breakfast? Or me?" He turned in her embrace, his arms around her waist."Breakfast sounds good." She stared into his eyes. Always so sincere, no dishonesty there."What about me? I don't sound so good?" He laughed, a deep smooth tenor that bounced off the ceiling."You'll get yours after breakfast." She stood on her tippy toes to kiss him."Okay, I'll take second place. But understand I don't want to be second in your life. I want
Christmas Eve"Come sit with me and admire our accomplishment. The tree is beautiful, doesn't need anything more." Tom patted the seat beside him on the couch.Edie sat and stared at the beautiful lights on the tree and the sparkly decorations. "You know, this is the first Christmas tree I've ever had the honor of decorating. I love it.""Didn't your grandparents have a Christmas tree when you were younger?" Tom swung his arm around her shoulders."A little tabletop one, and it was already decorated." Edie snuggled against Tom, cozy and content."This will be one of many Christmases that you'll get to decorate a tall tree like this one and the rest of the house.""Now that you mention it, look at everything we've done to this place. I feel like it's really mine. Er-ours.""You did a great job making it homey, too." Tom kissed the top of her head."With the lighter paint, sanded floors, and the new bathroom upstairs, it seems like a new house, doesn't it? It feels like o
Book 3: A Surprise CelebrationDecember 20thCarter Weaver woke before dawn but lay still. His eyes closed, he concentrated on feelings around him. His legs were entangled with soft, smooth skin he'd kissed all over a few hours before. The scent of sex and gardenias wafted in the air. Both fragrances he appreciated. His life had changed so much since he met Janelle Franklin. She'd given him a life, a reason to settle down and even want children.She shifted a leg, and his body responded. She slowly woke. Her face was close to his, and he admired her soft alabaster skin, and her very loving mouth. He was happy he was on the receiving end of those luscious lips."Why are you watching me? I'm still sleeping," Janelle asked, squinting at him."You're so beautiful, I can't help it." His erection jabbed her backside."I'm still sleeping here. You wouldn't let me last night either." She nudged him back. "Don't you have to go to work?""Yeah, why don't you come with me? We can go
This would be Mitch's first time of attending the entire celebration with his three best friends and their growing families. He'd get to hear all the news first-hand and share his own. Last year he and Ronnie barely had time to stop in and say Merry Christmas but this year, he had news to announce. He was married to the love of his life, and already had a six-year-old son. He smiled as he buttoned his Christmas vest. This was about as Christmas as he got, and it would have to do.Wyatt blasted through their closed bedroom door, "Slow down there, son. Where's the fire?" Mitch asked."I'm ready to go." "I see that. Where'd you get that beautiful Christmas sweater? I love it." Mitch asked."Ron'er, Mom laid clothes on the bed and put on everything.""That was nice," Mitch said, as the bathroom door opened, and Ronnie stepped out.Mitch smiled; his wife was so beautiful, her eyes wide and her face glowed. She twirled around in her red sweater with a green print Christmas scarf
December 24thRonnie woke, still tired. She moved closer to Mitch and he automatically pulled her closer. "I'm still tired. Is it really time to get up?"Mitch rubbed her arm, "Me too," he mumbled. "What's all the noise out in the kitchen?""I don't know, it's probably Mom, Marie and maybe Tory making breakfast. Wyatt, hopefully, is still asleep," Ronnie said, her voice hoarse."So many things to do today. I need to wrap presents," Ronnie yawned stretched her arms over her head. "Maybe you can take Wyatt to the office.""Don't need to, I hired two new deputies who are working the next few days. I actually have a few days of vacation now. Maybe your mom and Tory could keep him occupied out there.""Maybe," Ronnie said, then Mitch kissed her neck. "Oh, a little frisky this morning.""Every morning, but we never have time, remember?""Oh, I remember, then I can't take my eyes off you while I'm at work.""Do I distract you?" Mitch said in a sing songy voice."Yes, you d
December 23rdRonnie helped clear the table and put leftovers away. "Wyatt, will you please go and get your shower and ready for bed now?"Wyatt did a double take and screwed up his nose. Ronnie wasn't giving him a chance to ask why or to say, "it's too early." She explained it, "I know it's early, but we have to share the water with everyone else who wants a shower.""Okay," Wyatt said before he scurried up the stairs.Mitch came up behind Ronnie, wrapping his arms around her waist. She tilted her head back and kissed his lips. "Still nine?" She asked."Yup, I'll be getting a shower next while you tuck him in and then it'll be nine, I'm hoping anyway.""Sounds good. I'll play with the baby until Wyatt is done and then after a story, I'll meet you in bed." Ronnie smiled when Mitch kissed her neck. The anticipation was unnerving. Marie and Janet were having after dinner coffee at the breakfast table back and suggested playing cards. Tory handed Angelina to Ronnie while Ma
Marie wiped her hands on her apron and then pretended to cry; her knuckles rounded in her eyes. "Don't I get a hug? I missed you the entire time you were gone." "Sure," Wyatt said as he left Ronnie's side to hug her."Oh, that felt so good. Thank you." Marie said."Something smells good. Are you baking cookies?" Wyatt asked."No, I did that earlier and don't worry, I left some for you to decorate. And do you know what we're going to do with all the cookies then?" Marie asked."Eat them till they're all gone," Wyatt guessed."No, silly, we, you and I, and maybe Janet here if she wants to help, are going to put them in these pretty containers and deliver them." Marie explained, her hands on her hips."Why would we deliver them? To who? I thought they were for all of us." Wyatt's eyes welled with tears."Oh, dear boy, don't worry. There will be plenty for us, we aren't giving them all away. The people we deliver them to aren't able to celebrate Christmas, they elderly and
After a quick hug for Ronnie's parents when she met them at baggage claim, she said, "Hi Mom, and Dad, how was your flight?""It was a long, I can tell you that much." Her father, John Travis exclaimed. "I'm ready for a nap.""You're in luck. I happen to know a great B&B that has a room with your name on the door." Ronnie chuckled as she helped load their suitcases into the trunk. "How's Tory and the baby?""The baby really getting cute, and you can talk to Tory yourself and find out how she's doing." Ronnie's mother Janet said, her voice tailing off at the end.Once settled in the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Do you need to pick up anything before we head home?""Nope, I'm anxious to get to that bed you talked about." He father mumbled.During the quiet drive home, Ronnie explained Wyatt's appearance to them and that he may become their adopted son, hence their grandson. When there was no response from the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Is that okay with you?""Oh honey, of cour
Ronnie stepped out of the bathroom, saw Wyatt standing right where she'd left him, "Oh Wyatt, why didn't you go the kitchen and find Marie?" She asked him.He was immobile, his head hung, staring at the ground. She reached out her hand and said, "Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to run off or disappear, I promise."He grasped her hand and squeezed, then they walked to the kitchen together. Marie was putting something in the oven to slow cook for dinner. "Good morning, you two. How are you doing today, Wyatt?""I'm not in trouble yet, am I?" He looked at Ronnie."Of course not. I can't even think of anything you've done since you've been here to be in trouble about. And just so you know, if or when you are in trouble, I'll make sure you know why and what the punishment of any is. Now let's eat." Ronnie smiled at him."How about French toast, Wyatt? Do you like that?"He shrugged. "Let's give it a try if you've already made it, otherwise we can have
The following morning, Ronnie woke up late, or so she thought, because there was more light poking in her squinted eyes. She tried to move but something heavy was laying halfway across her chest. "Mugsy, come on, time to get up." But there wasn't any change. She opened her eyes and looked in the childish face of Wyatt. He was laying on her left shoulder, rolled into a fetal position and hanging onto his teddy bear's one arm. Awe! She smiled.There was no way she could get out of bed without waking him. She reached for her phone and checked the time. It was after eight, Mitch had already gone to work, and Mugsy probably got up with him for breakfast. She caressed Wyatt's baby-soft cheek and brushed his light brown hair off his forward. He needed a haircut, she thought. Then his hand released the bear from his grasp and wrapped his arm around her neck. I love you too, Wyatt, my sweet innocent boy. She rubbed his arm that lay across her neck and studied his face. He smiled in his sle
Ronnie ran into a number a shops, and bought underwear and socks for Wyatt as well as deodorant. She also found a toy store and, with the help of the clerk, was able to provide her with an assortment of games and toys for her to select from. Her choices filled two bags. "Can I leave these here until my husband can bring the car around? We're parked a couple blocks over." Ronnie asked the store clerk while on the lookout for Mitch or Wyatt. They had to be done by now and waiting on her."Sure, I'll put your name on them and keep them behind the counter. What's your name?" She asked."Rogers," Ronnie answered and smiled."Like the Sheriff?" She asked."Yes, exactly, I'm his wife." Ronnie said."I heard about him getting married, but I didn't realize he had any children," the clerk stapled the paper onto their bags."Thank you and Merry Christmas!" Ronnie said as she turned and headed out the door. She stopped in front of a store that cut off the bitter cold wind and called
Ronnie took everything out of Wyatt's small suitcase and placed it on the bed to take inventory. He only had a few shirts and some 'hi-water' short pants. No sweaters, or long pants. He'd have to wear the pants and every shirt he had. Two pair of clean underwear included but looked way too small. "Okay, sweetie, this is what we're going to do. You can wear all these shirts today, so which one is your favorite?" Ronnie asked.Wyatt looked them over like he'd never seen them before, then chose a blue Batman one. Ronnie helped him remove his pajama top and get the T-shirts on one after the other. The outer one he chose was long sleeve and fit perfectly over the others. Then she handed him a pair of pants, the longest ones she could find. "You put clean underwear on last night after your bath, right?" Ronnie asked. Wyatt nodded."You look nice and warm," Mitch proclaimed from the doorway. "Maybe we ell be able to sled ride later after all.""After a few stores, he'll be fine