They crowd in the house. Finally, everyone's cheerful and back to themselves, which in turn, makes me content. I love everyone here dearly. The Coopers have been like family since Dax and Cam started dating. They all became overwhelmingly protective of Cam's crew: me, Sutton, Charlie, and Rachel. The Wright brothers were a bonus courtesy of Cam and Dax. Julie Wright is the receptionist at the bank Cam used to work for before her attack, and the youngest of the Wrights. Their parents and the Cooper's parents have been thick as thieves for nearly forty years, lived across the street from each other the same amount of time, and had children at coinciding intervals-four in each family. Julie is the only one of the group who's not here tonight and also the only girl. Watching this brood in my home, I find humor in the run down, each brother having a partner from the other family, well except Dax. His partner passed away several years ago in a horrible car accident no one speaks about. Bu
As the last of our friends leave for the evening, I shut the front door with Moby close behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, whispering in my ear, "It could've gone worse." "We need a bigger house, Moby." Sometimes I wonder if I have Tourette's or maybe ADD-the things that come out of my mouth are often random as hell and exactly what I'm thinking. Moby moved in with me because he was renting and I live downtown. Having all the gang here, the townhouse is simply too small. I want to add to our group, not have to pick and choose who we have over because we don't have enough room for everyone.He flips off the light switches leaving nothing but the streetlights to illuminate our path. Taking my hand, he pulls me up the stairs as I continue to talk. "Surely you saw people were sitting on the floor to eat and in separate rooms. That's no good. How did I not realize before tonight how cramped this place is?" I stop on the steps in front of him, turning around to come face t
There's something magical about waking up with her pressed to my side, nestled into my body. I'm sure most couples feel this when they first marry, but as far as I know, I'm the luckiest man to walk the face of the earth. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a girl like Piper would love a man like me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. We're just really different. Maybe that's what makes it work so well. Piper's beautiful but not in a model way. She's not tall, she's not overly thin, she doesn't dress like she stepped off the catwalk-nothing like the women I dated before her. Her thick hair is the color of burnt toast. It drops a little beyond her shoulders with hints of cherry red that catch my eye whenever the sunlight hits it. Her eyes are a beautiful deep brown, almost like chocolate. They're so dark and rich. The color sets off her flawless, creamy complexion. The poor girl doesn't tan no matter how much time she spends in the sun, and she dresses for comfort, in a cute w
"Hey, Rach!" I open my front door to my favorite real estate guru. I have no idea how she does it; she's very young, well-connected, and known for finding people their ideal home or office in one trip. She did it with Cam when they found Healing Wings-the foundation she set up after she was raped a couple of years ago-and I know multiple people who sing her praises. "Hey, Pipes. If you're cool with it, I'm going to take pictures, get room dimensions, and get your townhouse information before we go see the houses I picked for you.""Sure. Do you need anything from us?" I ask walking back to the kitchen to finish loading the dishwasher."No, this won't take long. It's always easier to list a property I've spent a lot of time in."True to her word, Rachel finishes with the townhouse in less than thirty minutes and finds us still lingering in the kitchen."Do you guys want to see the specs on the houses we're going to look at before we leave?" She pulls a stack of papers from he
"Piper?" I can't find a damn thing in this house. I always thought having more space would make things easier, but my wife and I have very different ideas of where things should go. I lost every one of those arguments when we moved here. She stayed up all night unpacking after I went to bed, and, by default, got to establish the locations of items in the new house."Yeah?" she calls to me from across the house before appearing in the doorway to the master bedroom."Where's the aspirin?" My head is pounding and the frustration I'm feeling toward having to search for it is only exacerbating the problem.Walking toward me, she says, "Does your head still hurt? How long has this been going on now? Two days?" She continues past me to the closet at the end of the hall. "This makes day three, and yes, it still hurts."She hands me the bottle. "Do you think you should see a doctor?"Tapping two pills into my palm, I hand the bottle back to her. The rattling of the pills inside the
With my first client meeting me at six this morning, we arrive at the gym early, meaning I get to watch Piper. The definition starting to show in her arms and back is sexy as hell. It's not overly muscular, she's simply elongating what was already there. It's becoming leaner. I don't care if she ever works out. I didn't push her to come, but when she asked me to teach her, I have to admit it excited me. Seeing her doing it on her own makes me proud as hell. I enjoy watching men approach her-she's oblivious to her appeal, and therefore doesn't recognize they're flirtatious advances.She'll help people on machines, and if men ask her questions she doesn't know the answer to, she always comes to find me and bring me back to answer correctly. The look on a man's face when she shows up with me in tow, introducing me as her husband, is priceless. It never fails, she'll kiss me on the cheek, leaving me with the muscle head who doesn't need help and was simply hitting on my wife, while sh
I shouldn't have lied to her, but I don't want her worrying. One of us doing that's enough. She has plenty on her plate without thinking about how I feel. The truth is my head has continued to pound and has become a blinding migraine. I've never had a migraine before but based on what I just read on the Internet, I have to assume this is one. Sensitivity to light is an understatement; it's more like piercing daggers in my eyes over and over. If I throw up one more time, I may find my stomach in the toilet, but I refuse to bail on my clients. I won't allow Piper to carry any more of the financial load than she already does. If I'm not working with people, then I'm not earning any money. If I have idle time here, there's no paycheck.I'm on staff, so I get a free membership as does Piper. That includes unlimited classes. I don't use them, but she does. I also get health insurance, a huge plus because most gyms don't offer those types of benefits to their employees, but Core does. Th
My alarm blares through the silence signaling it's time to start the day. If I could reach it, I would throw it against a wall. Unfortunately, I have strategically placed it on the other side of the room to avoid such incidents. By the time I get up and cross the room to silence it, I refuse to allow myself the comfort of my bed again.With Moby at the gym on Tuesday mornings, I'm here alone. There's no one to ensure I don't oversleep, and while Cam loves me, she does not approve of anyone being late to work for any reason. She's a slave driver, but I love working with her almost as much as I love working at Healing Wings. Cam and Dax started the foundation after her attack. They wanted to provide a place for victims of sexual abuse to find the help they need for healing. It took them quite some time to get it up and running, but now the facility offers medical resources, mental health care, and music therapy to anyone regardless of their ability to pay. There's very few of us act