All Chapters of The Rutherford Series: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Selby locked the door to the bookstore and made his way to his car. However, after stowing his briefcase in the passenger seat, he decided he wasn't ready to go home just yet. Three nights walking into an empty house had been bad enough. He wanted to postpone the fourth as long as he could. He glanced over at Joe's Bakery, but decided he really wasn't in the mood for company either. Scanning the downtown, scene he decided clubs were out, as well.Shoving the keys in his pocket, Selby crossed New Haven and decided to see where his feet would lead him. Maybe he just needed to walk.The afternoon—early evening? He never knew which category five o'clock fell into—held a slight breeze that tugged at the small maples that lined the street. Selby walked with his hands in his pockets, watching the people as they browsed the antique shops and specialty stores. Couples walked hand-in-hand as they leisurely strolled the sidewalk. Some sat whispering at small tables outside the cafés that lined th

Her phone rang for the third time that night, and as she did the first two times, Faith allowed it to go to voicemail. She was not in the mood to deal with Selby right then. This was her last night away, and she planned to enjoy it without worrying about anyone's consequences. Tonight was not about Selby or Edwin or Cherish or Rutherford Construction or her family. Tonight was about Faith. Fuck the rest of them; at least for tonight.Morgan took her to a sports bar close to the hotel, and she did not waste time ordering drinks. She had two Rum Runners before their meal arrived with no intention of slowing down. Televisions blared as well as music, and Faith teased and joked with Kent and the two laborers who caught up with them. Patricia finally showed up, her eyes glued to Kent, and it was a proper sendoff. They finished working and would return home in the morning. However, tonight, Faith planned on having fun.By the time dinner was finished, so was her third drink, and Faith wanted

Selby stared at the clock on the wall. Faith had been on the road for two hours with another hour to go. He gave up stocking shelves and just sat behind the counter staring at the rotating hands of the clock. They didn't move. Time wasn't just dragging; it had stopped altogether.There had been no morning call, just a text saying she was leaving and she loved him. He wanted to keep texting her on her ride home but didn't. She had ignored his calls last night and hadn't called that morning. She was making a statement, a loud one, and Selby had gotten the message. She needed some space, and he forced himself to give it to her.His fear, however, was what might happen on the other end of that space. Would Faith continue to see Edwin just for spite, even after Selby had asked her to stop? Then, the next question was how much Selby would continue to allow. This went beyond their sexual exploration. Faith's relationship with Edwin had the potential to explode in her face and rain down into h

Selby's arms wrapped around her like a familiar blanket, keeping her warm against the coldness of her thoughts. She told him everything about her trip, including how Morgan had went down on her a couple of nights ago. Selby hadn't been mad she did it, only that she waited to share it with him. "I'll ask for the kinky details later when we're naked in bed," he said while he smiled at her. He kissed her on the forehead and tightened his grip on her. She just dropped her head on his chest and breathed in the scent of him."Tracey says I'm not to hog you all weekend. She needs some Faith time, too."Faith gave him a tiny smile. "Tomorrow. Tonight, I want it to be just us."He kissed the top of her head. "I like that."So did she. It seemed like forever since it was just the two of them. If someone wasn't visiting, then someone was texting. Faith knew she allowed her fascination with Edwin and the chase to consume her. Selby hadn't complained; at least, not until he discovered Cherish's aff

They spent the entire day dragging poor Selby in and out of every store that came into their minds. Faith could tell that, although he wasn't complaining, her poor husband was foot-sore and tired. Finally, the girls surrendered, picking up Chinese for dinner, and allowed him to take them home. He deserved a drink and his back deck. She had to admit; she was ready for another quiet evening with those closest to her heart, as well. However, when she saw her mother's Buick in the driveway, she knew quiet just flew out the window."Were you expecting your mother?" Selby gave her a puzzled look as he pulled in behind Tracey's vehicle. "I never expect my mother.""I'm sure she just missed you and wanted to see how your trip went," the redhead said from the backseat. Faith and Selby just turned and stared at her. "You don't know my mother.""Oh," Tracey said. "Oops. This will be an experience then."Selby popped his door open, and the ladies followed suit. "Well, it was a nice day," he said