Dax handled me with care when we finally arrived home. He allowed me to sit in silence, mulling over the events of today and what I faced next week. His patience never ceased to amaze me, and the fact he didn't feel the need to fill the silence only offered me peace. Physically, he was distant, which drove me insane. I wanted the familiarity of his touch, not sexually, but as a reminder of his protection. I went to the family room when we got home while he stayed in the kitchen to start dinner. Sitting on the couch, I grabbed my journal from the coffee table and started scribbling like a mad woman. Anything that came to mind landed on those pages-most of which didn't make sense, but it was now the way I processed. Mr. Whiskers and Sassy hopped up beside me and made themselves comfortable in the fold of my knees. Even the cats anticipated this being a long night.When my hand refused to write anything else, I closed the journal and pushed twenty pounds of fur from my legs. I stoppe
Once at the courthouse, Dax flanked my left side, clutching my hand, and Douglas Drake did the same on my right, leading me with a hand on the small of my back as they pushed through the crowd. There were news crews outside, a ton of people Douglas later told me wanted to get in the actual courtroom to witness the trial, and even some brandishing signs of moral support. I tried not to acknowledge any of it. When I had dressed this morning, I put on a suit I hadn't worn since leaving the bank and a kickass pair of heels. When I studied myself in the mirror, I saw the strength that had left me over a year ago that night at the bar. I wasn't the same person, but the determination that carried me through my parents' death would carry me through this as well. I straightened my spine and held my head high. Donning my inner Boardroom Bitch, I braved the day ahead.My friends were here in support but met us inside and followed Douglas's instructions about where to sit. Shelly had come wit
Today was the last day. This was the pinnacle of my hell. I had listened to the testimony of witnesses Josh's attorney had called, but in all honesty, I heard them talk but didn't hear any of the actual words. I was so consumed with my own fear of the stand that I mindlessly stared across the courtroom. I shook from my trance when Douglas called me to testify. My eyes met his, and they were encouraging and strong. I took my seat in the chair, the bailiff swore me in, and then the questioning began. I knew what to expect from my attorney. We'd gone through it multiple times to make sure my answers were consistent, and I avoided information leading to openings for the defense to attack. No matter how many times Douglas had tried to warn me, I wasn't prepared for cross-examination.The defense's attorney went after both my frame of mind that night and my overall character. "Is it possible, Ms. Pierce, you were too intoxicated to remember encouraging the defendant?""No, it's not
The sentencing didn't take place the day Josh faced conviction. The hearing for that was today. It had been a couple of weeks since we were last in court. I didn't know what to expect today, but as usual, I had my entourage by my side and knew I could take on anything life threw at me. There was no stopping the rest of the crew from showing up today. All of Dax's brothers were in attendance, and the Wrights were here as well. The judge gave Josh the opportunity to say anything he'd like to the court, which he refused. I wasn't surprised. He looked rough. When we were in court before, it was obvious someone had gone to painstaking lengths to dress him up, but today, it appeared as though the almost thirteen months had taken its toll on him. I left knowing Josh Fost would serve the next twenty years behind bars without the possibility of parole. For the first time in over a year, the weight of that night didn't press on my shoulders. I knew I would deal with it for the rest of my l
Climbing out of the bathtub, I dried myself off. I took the time to put lotion all over my body before I wrapped up in a terry cloth robe. I started to change into one of Dax's shirts and put on a pair of panties. It was faint, but I heard the notes from the piano downstairs through the closed bedroom door. He hadn't played since the night months ago when his story stopped. I was sure he had played at Healing Wings, but I hadn't heard it.I crept to the top of the stairs to steal a seat to his concert. "Kitten..." Damn."Yeah, baby?" I called back trying to pretend I had no interest in the music."Come down here."I eased down the stairs as quietly as possible. I didn't want to disturb the music, but more importantly, I didn't want to miss a single note. As I rounded the corner, there was a sea of color. Every color calla lily imaginable covered every surface of the front room. He didn't make eye contact with me, only continued to play. I wandered in, listening to the famili
To My Readers...Here's the truth behind Compass. My husband and I met on February 7, 2009, we were engaged on February 7, 2010, and our lives were turned upside down on the morning of February 7, 2011-just three months after we married. Compass is inspired by my own personal life experience. The events of the years this took place had a profound impact on my life and left me forever changed. While I used my creative license to align the story with the rest of the characters in the series, the premise is based in reality. The frustration, the pain, the heartbreak, the triumphs-we felt all of those emotions...some of which we recovered from, others we did not. My own story didn't end the way Piper and Moby's does but I can tell you, we had our own version of a happy ending. We both prevailed over the hand we were dealt and, in the end, came out stronger. Sometimes the fight of your life doesn't have a winner or a loser-sometimes you're lucky to merely survive.
"You did what?" Rachel's irate, her face reflecting her rage by the deep shade of crimson red it's become. She's normally not very easy to rouse, but she's in rare form today. Her laid-back personality is nowhere to be found. The vein bulging in her forehead makes me want to giggle-she looks like a Klingon-but I choke back the urge. Glancing at my watch, I wonder how long this persecution will continue. I get she's angry. I get it; they're all angry. But the fact of the matter is I'm thirty-six years old. Before this weekend, I've never married, and never seriously considered marrying. At my age, you don't need to date someone for three years to know whether you're compatible. I'm firm in my ways. I've lived alone for years, so I know; people are either a fit or they're not. Rachel doesn't grasp that concept at twenty-eight with more boyfriends in her history than I can begin to count. She kicks them out as quickly as they come, with a never-ending supply waiting in line. That's
There're lots of great things about being a guy but I've just decided the best being: my friends won't demand an explanation for cutting them out of a wedding, rather they'll likely be thanking me they got to avoid that shit. My brothers, on the other hand, are another story. I don't think Brooks and Landis care, but Dax has to care because his fiancée cares. We just eliminated her role in planning two weddings with her best friend.I mistakenly believe I have escaped the wrath by leaving the girls in the kitchen and retreat to the solitude of the porch. Thankfully, the smoke from the grill is keeping the mosquitos at bay and the sun is no longer blinding."I'm not going to attack you, Mo, but Mom and Dad are going to go bat-shit crazy." I'm not sure when Dax appointed himself the keeper of the clan, but his Father Knows Best mantra is getting annoying."No, they aren't.""Are you insane? You're the first one of the four of us to get married. Mom's going to cry." Landis thinks