Ash had never driven so fast as he did after Violet called him, telling him that Martha was in the emergency room. He burst through the hospital doors and practically ran over at least one nurse to get to the front desk. He was so out of sorts that the attending nurse had to get him to take a deep breath before he could eke out the words Martha, Fielding, where?“Ash!” Abby Thornton hurried up to him, which wasn’t particularly fast given the size of her pregnant belly. She took his arm. “Let me take you to Violet. She said you were coming.”Ash let Abby lead him to a waiting room not far from the nurses’ station. There, he found Violet slumped in a chair, her eyes closed and her face pale.“Violet, baby.” He sat down next to her and took her hands, chafing them because they were so cold. “I’m here. It’s me.”Her eyelids fluttered open. A second later, her face crumpled, and she started crying into his shoulder. Ash didn’t even notice that Abby had left them alone; he didn’t care ab
Forty-eight hours later, Ash opened his door to find Violet standing there. She was coatless, the rain soaking her to the skin, yet nothing about her presence surprised him. He was almost relieved that she’d come to him. He ushered her inside and took her straight to his bathroom.“You’re going to die of pneumonia,” he muttered.“That’s not how you get pneumonia.” Her teeth were chattering so hard that Ash could barely understand her.He stripped her of her clothes, ignoring the desire that ignited in his blood when her pale flesh was revealed. She was cold, exhausted, and grief-stricken. This wasn’t the time to get hot and bothered. Pushing the lust away, he dried her off. She let him without protesting, and her lack of response was what scared him the most.Where was the vivacious Violet he knew? This wasn’t the Violet he’d fallen in love with.He put her in one of his robes, and it was so big on her that she was swimming in the fabric. He led her to his bedroom, and she followe
Violet groaned as she awoke to the sound of someone talking. It took her a long moment to come out of her dream to realize it was the sound of Ash’s voice. Opening one bleary eye, she saw him pass by his bedroom, his phone up to his ear.“Great, that’s fantastic news,” she heard him say. “Yes, I’ll be down there by this afternoon. Great. Thank you.”Violet yawned. She needed to get back to the hospital before Martha was checked out. Glancing at her phone, she saw that she had a little time to spare.Her stomach rumbled ominously. When had she last eaten? She couldn’t even remember.It’d been two days since Martha had been admitted to the hospital. When Violet had left to go home to get some sleep, she hadn’t intended on going to Ash’s. Yet the thought of going to that house without Martha had been unbearable. Like she couldn’t control herself, she’d driven straight to Ash’s, not caring that it was late or that it was pouring down rain.She’d just needed to see him. To be with him.
Violet had never understood why people hated the rain so much. She loved it. Gazing out onto the cityscape of Seattle as the rain poured down, she felt a sense of peace for the first time in weeks.“Violet, do you want anything from the store? I thought I’d stop by after I get coffee,” Vera called from the hallway.Violet had come down to Seattle to stay with Vera and her family, mostly at Martha’s insistence that Violet get away from town. Martha had regained her strength within a week after being admitted to the hospital, and by the tenth day, she’d been getting crotchety at Violet’s hovering. Violet hadn’t had the courage to tell her that she couldn’t bear to go out into town in case she ran into Ash.Violet swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. “No, I’m fine,” she answered. “I’ll start dinner while you’re gone.”Someone yelled, and then a crash followed. More than likely Ethan had decided to play soccer in the house again.Vera and Jim owned a pretty bungalow that w
Ash didn’t know what had brought him here. He never came to the cemetery, because God knew he had never missed his parents. As a child, he’d missed his mother, but as he’d grown, he’d realized he’d missed the woman she could’ve been—not the woman she had been. His father, for all he cared, could rot.But come to the cemetery he had on a cloudy May afternoon a month after he’d last seen Violet. Bitterness welled up inside him just thinking of her. He’d told himself that love was bullshit, but had he listened to his own advice? No, and look where he was now. A pathetic lovesick loser who no one wanted to be around because he was so surly.Trent had finally told him to get his act together or he could work from home until he did. In a rage, Ash had told his brother to go fuck himself and stalked out of the Fainting Goat. He’d been close to quitting completely. That was until Trent had texted him later to say, I’m worried about you. Can we talk?No, he did not want to talk to his brothe
Violet stared out at the shining waters of Lake Union and wondered if William was looking down at her right now. She wished she could talk to him, to ask him about everything. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she hated that he’d betrayed her, too. It was a tangled web of emotions.Today was the anniversary of his death. In lieu of a burial, William’s will had requested that his ashes be laid to rest on Lake Union, which sat in the middle of Seattle.That day when she’d had to scatter William’s ashes over the water had been the hardest of Violet’s life. She hadn’t wanted to part with her husband’s ashes at all. It had been the last part of him she had. Once they were strewn across the lake, that was it. She’d have nothing of her husband left.The wind was cold off the water, and Violet shivered. She wished she’d brought a hat and scarf, even in May. The clouds threatened rain, gray and stormy in the distance, yet Violet didn’t mind. Standing in front of a railing, with
Ash slammed his fist against the wall of his apartment, the sound ridiculously satisfying. After three days of trying to discover where Violet had gone, he’d gotten nothing. Nothing! He’d gone to Martha’s, only to have the woman basically kick him out of her house.“If she doesn’t want you to know, then I’m not going to tell you,” Martha had said. “It’s as simple as that.”Ash had cajoled; he’d begged; he’d been close to threatening a woman when Martha had looked at him like the lowliest of worms. He’d left, tail between his legs, cursing everyone and everything.Violet had a sister in Seattle, but what good was that information? He couldn’t very well go down to the city and knock on the door of every apartment, house, condo, or yacht he encountered. No matter how much he was tempted to do just that.“Goddammit, Violet,” he muttered, rubbing his aching knuckles. “Where the hell did you go?”She’d still had his number blocked, his calls going to voicemail and his texts unanswered.
Violet had hoped that her exhibit at the convention would do well today, but she hadn’t expected this level of interest.Then again, it helped that her boyfriend had consented to be her jewelry model this afternoon. At the moment, Ash was wearing five bracelets, three necklaces, and four rings. Earrings, unfortunately, weren’t possible since he didn’t have pierced ears.He looked over his shoulder and mouthed the words Help me when a particularly handsy woman started handling one of the necklaces hanging from him while her other hand was caressing his bicep.“May I help you find something?” asked Violet, startling the woman so much that she jumped. “Or have you found what you were looking for?”Sensing that Violet wasn’t playing around, the woman sniffed and moved away from Ash with a sour look on her face.“God, you’re sexy when you’re riled,” Ash growled in Violet’s ear.He palmed her ass as he said the words. Violet smacked his hand away, but it was halfhearted. She touched hi
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Thea shivered as she peeled off her sodden jacket, trying to find a light switch inside the darkened cabin. The rain continued to fall, pounding on the roof above. Thea finally gave up on trying to find a light switch and turned on her phone to use as a flashlight. Her bladder was about to explode, and it didn’t care one bit if she couldn’t see to find a bathroom.Luckily there was a bathroom with just a toilet and sink on the first floor. After relieving herself, Thea ventured into the kitchen. She switched on the oven light, which provided enough illumination that she could get a better idea of her surroundings.It was close to midnight. She’d planned on arriving earlier in the evening, but a late start coupled with a rainstorm that had turned the twisty forest roads into mud had slowed her down considerably. She’d almost thought about turning back, but her four-wheel drive SUV and her own stubbornness had forbidden her.Her stomach growled, although fatigue pressed on her more th
Violet had hoped that her exhibit at the convention would do well today, but she hadn’t expected this level of interest.Then again, it helped that her boyfriend had consented to be her jewelry model this afternoon. At the moment, Ash was wearing five bracelets, three necklaces, and four rings. Earrings, unfortunately, weren’t possible since he didn’t have pierced ears.He looked over his shoulder and mouthed the words Help me when a particularly handsy woman started handling one of the necklaces hanging from him while her other hand was caressing his bicep.“May I help you find something?” asked Violet, startling the woman so much that she jumped. “Or have you found what you were looking for?”Sensing that Violet wasn’t playing around, the woman sniffed and moved away from Ash with a sour look on her face.“God, you’re sexy when you’re riled,” Ash growled in Violet’s ear.He palmed her ass as he said the words. Violet smacked his hand away, but it was halfhearted. She touched hi
Ash slammed his fist against the wall of his apartment, the sound ridiculously satisfying. After three days of trying to discover where Violet had gone, he’d gotten nothing. Nothing! He’d gone to Martha’s, only to have the woman basically kick him out of her house.“If she doesn’t want you to know, then I’m not going to tell you,” Martha had said. “It’s as simple as that.”Ash had cajoled; he’d begged; he’d been close to threatening a woman when Martha had looked at him like the lowliest of worms. He’d left, tail between his legs, cursing everyone and everything.Violet had a sister in Seattle, but what good was that information? He couldn’t very well go down to the city and knock on the door of every apartment, house, condo, or yacht he encountered. No matter how much he was tempted to do just that.“Goddammit, Violet,” he muttered, rubbing his aching knuckles. “Where the hell did you go?”She’d still had his number blocked, his calls going to voicemail and his texts unanswered.
Violet stared out at the shining waters of Lake Union and wondered if William was looking down at her right now. She wished she could talk to him, to ask him about everything. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she hated that he’d betrayed her, too. It was a tangled web of emotions.Today was the anniversary of his death. In lieu of a burial, William’s will had requested that his ashes be laid to rest on Lake Union, which sat in the middle of Seattle.That day when she’d had to scatter William’s ashes over the water had been the hardest of Violet’s life. She hadn’t wanted to part with her husband’s ashes at all. It had been the last part of him she had. Once they were strewn across the lake, that was it. She’d have nothing of her husband left.The wind was cold off the water, and Violet shivered. She wished she’d brought a hat and scarf, even in May. The clouds threatened rain, gray and stormy in the distance, yet Violet didn’t mind. Standing in front of a railing, with
Ash didn’t know what had brought him here. He never came to the cemetery, because God knew he had never missed his parents. As a child, he’d missed his mother, but as he’d grown, he’d realized he’d missed the woman she could’ve been—not the woman she had been. His father, for all he cared, could rot.But come to the cemetery he had on a cloudy May afternoon a month after he’d last seen Violet. Bitterness welled up inside him just thinking of her. He’d told himself that love was bullshit, but had he listened to his own advice? No, and look where he was now. A pathetic lovesick loser who no one wanted to be around because he was so surly.Trent had finally told him to get his act together or he could work from home until he did. In a rage, Ash had told his brother to go fuck himself and stalked out of the Fainting Goat. He’d been close to quitting completely. That was until Trent had texted him later to say, I’m worried about you. Can we talk?No, he did not want to talk to his brothe
Violet had never understood why people hated the rain so much. She loved it. Gazing out onto the cityscape of Seattle as the rain poured down, she felt a sense of peace for the first time in weeks.“Violet, do you want anything from the store? I thought I’d stop by after I get coffee,” Vera called from the hallway.Violet had come down to Seattle to stay with Vera and her family, mostly at Martha’s insistence that Violet get away from town. Martha had regained her strength within a week after being admitted to the hospital, and by the tenth day, she’d been getting crotchety at Violet’s hovering. Violet hadn’t had the courage to tell her that she couldn’t bear to go out into town in case she ran into Ash.Violet swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. “No, I’m fine,” she answered. “I’ll start dinner while you’re gone.”Someone yelled, and then a crash followed. More than likely Ethan had decided to play soccer in the house again.Vera and Jim owned a pretty bungalow that w
Violet groaned as she awoke to the sound of someone talking. It took her a long moment to come out of her dream to realize it was the sound of Ash’s voice. Opening one bleary eye, she saw him pass by his bedroom, his phone up to his ear.“Great, that’s fantastic news,” she heard him say. “Yes, I’ll be down there by this afternoon. Great. Thank you.”Violet yawned. She needed to get back to the hospital before Martha was checked out. Glancing at her phone, she saw that she had a little time to spare.Her stomach rumbled ominously. When had she last eaten? She couldn’t even remember.It’d been two days since Martha had been admitted to the hospital. When Violet had left to go home to get some sleep, she hadn’t intended on going to Ash’s. Yet the thought of going to that house without Martha had been unbearable. Like she couldn’t control herself, she’d driven straight to Ash’s, not caring that it was late or that it was pouring down rain.She’d just needed to see him. To be with him.