I mentally tried to prepare myself. Dax and I had spent the day apart. He had been at the house, and I'd been hanging out with Rachel and Sutton, who took the day off. We'd done the girly thing indulging in manicures, pedicures, romantic comedies, and fattening foods. They knew what was going down tonight, and in all honesty, they'd given me the confidence to go through with it. They agreed with Dax that I needed to resume control of my body. I was hesitant to tell them anything-I didn't want Dax to believe they thought any less of him, but he wanted me to have moral support and agreed to it. Oddly enough, neither thought of him as less than a man-they both thought it was swoon worthy. Figured, they weren't the ones who had to play this part.When I left them, I stepped into the theatrical role of a character I didn't know. Parts of me remembered this strength; I'd always had it in every aspect of my life. I was the Boardroom Queen, a force to be reckoned with in the business world,
I knew he was there. He was supposed to be there by five this afternoon, and it was nearing six. The anticipation would only heighten his arousal. I'd left him instructions on where and how I expected to find him when I came in. It was odd to think I'd been living with him and sleeping with him for months, but this would be our first truly intimate encounter-I'd been anticipating it for months, yet never believed it would happen. His physique wouldn't come as a shock, I knew what he looked like, and he me, but I'd never felt the heat of his bare skin pressed to mine, the touch of his fingers beyond the gentle caress he offered in comfort, never heard the sound of his voice when he came or felt the tension leave his body after his release. It was strange the connection one could build given the investment of time and patience. That was where we were. We had invested the time and certainly exercised the patience, but it was wearing thin. I thought I'd be nervous, but the closer I g
I anticipated confusion in our relationship from both of us after he had subbed for me, but it never came. Not from him, and not from me. Several days had passed and my apprehension or expectation for strife to manifest itself vanished. We had agreed before the scene we would not be intimate again before we met with Dr. Wright, which thankfully happened today. We both wanted to get professional advice before proceeding. Hopping in the truck, I looked to Dax. We haven't talked about the scene, and I hoped we wouldn't have to today, but I knew that wasn't realistic. Dr. Wright would pick it apart bit by bit, and I wasn't sure which of us that would make more uncomfortable, Dax or me. He always seemed to sense my apprehension, and as he caught my gaze, his body paused before he reached for my cheek with his hand. "Kitten, there's no need to worry. We're good."I can't help but return his grin. "We'll see how good we are when Dr. Wright starts asking you intimate details." I laughe
As I sat in silence, my phone scared the shit out of me, ringing five minutes into our drive. "Hello?" I answered after pulling it from my purse.Piper was on the other end, but I had a hard time making out what she tried to tell me. "Piper, slow down. What are you talking about?""Cam, have you seen the news?" she responded breathlessly."No, Dax and I have been in counseling. What's up?""I don't know how to tell you this.""Just say it. You've never been one for beating around the bush."The sharp intake of breath was almost as loud as the exhale that followed. "The local news is airing your story.""What story?" Having no inkling of what she might be talking about, her inability to say what she called to say irritated me."Cam, it was released that you were allegedly raped by Josh Fost. They have also publicly announced your resignation from the bank, the sale of your home, and your presumed relationship with Dax, whom they are referring to as some sort of a delinqu
Two hours later, somehow my Fish had turned into an entire school. Not only had my friends shown up, but Sutton had told Fisher they were coming over and why, and it resulted in the entire horde making an appearance. The Wrights, the Coopers, and my girls had all arrived in support. The encouragement from people who knew little about my circumstances but wanted to figure out how to help me deal with the public onslaught and put Josh Fost behind bars was overwhelming.When the topic of our gathering finally came to mention, the opinions of each person were deafening. I felt myself retreat to escape the verbal assault. My Fish normally talked over each other and everyone still managed to hear what was said, but add seven loud-ass men and a tiny Julie to the mix, and my brain couldn't function. Times like these made me realize how much of myself I'd lost-the ability to take charge and herd cats was a foreign concept. I found myself tucked under Dax's arm and buried in his chest, taking
The next few days were a total whirlwind. Dax and I visited my lawyer, who agreed there needed to be a public statement made from our side. He also conceded that I didn't need to be the one to make it before he put us in touch with a lawyer in town, who specialized in nonprofits so we could start to organize our new foundation. Dax and I had decided we wanted to do this together. Since neither of us were working, and we had the resources to get something established, we made it our project. Suzy Crane, the lawyer, made time to see us. When we arrived, I instantly liked her. I had to wonder if we were referred to her because she had a passion for our mission. She wasn't a big name in the legal world, but we were small potatoes, and right now, we needed someone who would invest in this project, not just try to profit from it.Walking into her office, she stood and came around the corner of her desk to greet us."Hey, guys. Douglas said he was sending a couple over. I'm Suzy. It's
"Kitten, what are you doing?" Dax hollered."I just got out of the shower." The sound of a thousand bulls trampling up the stairs startled me until I realized Dax was the stampede, and it had just dawned on him I was nude and wet. I turned toward the noise just as he came barreling through into the bathroom. I gazed up at his tall frame, finding his eyes. They were fierce, and he was looking to play. Our time together was limited with the start of Healing Wings. He didn't say anything, just assessed my face. Slowly, I released the towel wrapped around my chest. As it fell to the floor, I followed, tucking first my right foot under me as I reached my knee, then my left. When my butt hit my feet, I cast my glance downward. Placing my palms on my thighs, I waited in a pose that drove him wild.His bare feet peeked out from under his jeans-his toes were cute. I fought the urge to reach out to touch his leg, to run my hand up his pants, to caress him. Instead, I waited. The time drag
Working with Rachel lost its appeal after the second building we stepped foot in. This was about as much fun as a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. My patience was wearing thin as I neared my breaking point. "Rachel, none of this is what I had in mind. I don't want to be in a building where other people run businesses. I want to be secluded where our organization is the only tenant. Our patients need anonymity. They can't feel exposed as they walk in. I don't want people to know why they're here just because of the floor they choose on the elevator. Downtown Greenville doesn't offer that in a high rise.""Look, Cammy, these are places offering discounted lease rates to non-profits. I think as a courtesy, you owe it to them to look at the space. Quit being a whiney bitch and suck it up. Welcome to the reality of starting a business and the bullshit details involved in that process.""She's right, Cam. You may see something that really wows you for the price." It didn't happen o
Six months ago, I moved back home. I thought things would be simple. I figured once I was physically back where I needed to be, everything else would just fall back into place. It didn't. It took work, lots of fucking work, and continues to take work daily.Emotionally, Piper was in a far worse place than any of us realized. She had developed abandonment issues and separation anxiety, not just with me but everyone she's close to. The great thing about working at a crisis center is the resources available to her. Just like Cam, Shelly has become her confidante. They meet a couple times a week, and together, we're all working on putting our relationships back together. It's a slow process and maybe one we'll work on for the rest of our lives. I'm just thankful to have the chance to do it. Whenever I see Shelly, I wonder if she comprehends just how many times she's really saved one of the Cooper boys' asses. Our journey through treatment is made a little more difficult in the last fe
Waking up, still wrapped in Moby's arms, his nose nestled near my ear, I stare out the same window that brought so much disdain yesterday, and wonder if it's possible the world has righted itself and is back on the correct axis.Twenty-four hours ago, the same sun shone through the same glass onto the same face, but its warmth did nothing other than start the repeat of another mundane, dismal day. Today it holds promise and wonder.I observe the clouds move as the light becomes brighter, not wanting to wake my sleeping husband, and instead opt to just enjoy the dawning of a new day.He begins to stir beside me, but I'm unable to tell if he's still in the throws of sleep or going to attempt to join me in the wake of the morning. He answers my unasked question by nudging his hard member against my butt, just letting me know he's there. His smile moves across my neck as he begins to scatter soft kisses over my skin.As his hands begin to wander, I tense in the apprehension of his
I don't have the energy for this. Between last night and today, I'm out of fuel to pretend like I give a shit anymore. I refuse to perpetuate a sham of happiness in my own home. I have no idea why Moby came back here, but if it's to rub my nose in how content he is, I wish he would've saved it for another day. Collapsing on the couch, I stuff my hands in my hoodie pockets, finding the little memento someone so graciously sent me. I haven't had time to really study it, but from the quick peeks I've taken, it's stunning. I rub my thumb over the inscription using it to soothe my weary soul.I watch in awe as Moby strolls across the room, not a single sign of the stroke visible. Whatever he's been doing for the last five weeks worked. He looks fantastic, and his confidence is soaring once again. I fight the attraction I feel seeing the man I married emerge again. It will only end in heartache. When he takes a seat across from me, I know this conversation is going to be more than I can
Knocking on the door to the dressing room to keep from startling her, she calls out to come in.Looking up from her hands, I find she already changed clothes and is back in her hoodie and jeans. It must be eighty degrees outside but I imagine with as little body fat as she's currently carrying around she likely stays cold. When she sees me, she stuffs her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt in an attempt to hide whatever she was focused on before I interrupted."Are you ready to go home?""Yeah, I'm just getting my stuff. Do you want to meet me there?""No, my car's already at the house. Dax picked me up there this afternoon."She's confused and doesn't understand this has been my plan since she walked out of the hospital. Well, right after Dax and I got into a screaming match, and he punched me in the face. After that, this became my plan.She doesn't resist or argue just rises to her feet, grabs her purse and garment bag. I take the dress from her, holding the door open
I've never been more thankful in my entire life that Piper and I eloped. I cannot imagine having corralled people the way we have been tonight. I realize it's a huge crowd, but we are people, not sheep. Every moment of the evening has been precisely planned by either Cam or her wedding guru, who seems more like a drill sergeant than an event coordinator. At the very least, there's no way I could possibly be sitting at another table.When guests begin to take their seats after the cocktail hour, I finally spot her. My heart breaks. Brooks was right. There's almost nothing left of my soul mate. She looks like a skeleton. The skin barely hangs on her body. This didn't all happen in the last month. Looking back, I knew she was losing weight-and not in a healthy way-but I was so consumed by my own turmoil I didn't recognize how serious things were. The last month has just about killed her. I doubt she weighs a hundred pounds. The constriction of my chest makes it hard to breathe. My on
"Brooks!" I chase after my brother the moment Piper's out of sight."Yeah, bro, what's up?""Did you not give her the gift?""Of course. Just like you told me to. Why?""She's cold. She won't even look at me. You guys promised me this was temporary. I've worked my ass off day in and day out trying to prove myself. Why's she brushing me off?" I'm trying not to blow a gasket, but I'm out of options. I don't have any more tricks up my sleeve. I played the only hand I have. For the last five weeks, I've worked out for grueling hours a day, each of my brothers and her friends adding something to the daily regime. I've been in the gym with my buddies and co-workers who've pushed me harder than I ever pushed when I was healthy. There've been days I worked out more than I slept. My muscles have ached, I've been tired as hell, but I stayed focused to show her how much I love her and that I'm committed as fuck. I haven't reached out one time, there've been nights I took my phone to
Helping grab all the bride's accouterments, we traipse inside, bogged down with more crap than any one person should have. Her hair and makeup are already done, I can't imagine what the hell is in her arsenal, but leave it to Cam to be prepared for any situation. "How do you want to do this, Cam?" Rachel asks after hanging the bags around the room."My mom's bringing in the flowers just before we walk, so really all we need to do is get dressed, right?"I'm just along for the ride. I'll do whatever I'm told."So you guys go ahead and change. I'll do what I can on my own but once I put the gown on you'll have to button it and lace it up."None of us, to my knowledge, have even seen Cam's dress. She's kept it a highly guarded secret, so unless it's made a debut in the last couple weeks, we're all in for a treat.Each of us busies ourselves with lingerie, pantyhose, dresses, and high heels. Every head in the room turns to the door when a knock comes.Sutton gasps when her s
Waking to the sun shining through the windows, the haze-filled rays warm my skin, the illusion of a beautiful day beaming in. I lie in bed, having stared out into the same creation day after day, I force myself to get up and brave the world. Showering, shaving, and donning the most comfortable clothes I believe I can get away with in the spa we're scheduled to meet Cam at, I put on a fake smile, grab my dress, and get in the car. Mentally trying to prepare myself to pretend I'm enjoying my time with my friends, I blast the radio, singing along to the hottest music I can find, but it does little to lighten my mood. The ride is over too quickly, and before I know it, I'm staring at the entrance, my Fish staring back at me. They're waiting for me to get out of the car to go in together. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Repeat.Grabbing the handle, I swing the car door open, plastering my face with a smile that swears I'm happy to be here. They greet me warmly. My girls seem to
The dress is better than anything I could've ever dreamed and so much prettier than the original. I haven't bothered mentioning it to Cam and doubt she'll notice when the time comes. I figure it's best not to acknowledge it, stressing her out even more than I assume she already is. She took yesterday and today off work and all of next week for their honeymoon, but I'll see her, and everyone else, tonight at the rehearsal dinner. I'm dreading the entire thing, which pains me. I've been looking forward to Cam's wedding for years, even though we didn't have a groom. Not just hers but all the Fish. I've wanted to watch my friends take the next step, open the next chapter in their lives, each of them. Somehow, the last year seems to have taken all that joy away, sucked it right out from under me. Not only is the joy no longer there but it's been replaced with apprehension and fear. My friends haven't talked to me since I left Moby, even though they all agreed it was what I needed to d