All Chapters of The Rutherford Series: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"You'll be doing this with people you don't know. You don't know their history, if they're good, dependable, anything. You know nothing about this town or its people. What the hell were you thinking telling her you'd be the only outsider coming here?" Neal didn't even wait until the car had started before launching into his rant. Morgan thought the veins at his boss's temples would explode. "This is our first job in Biloxi, and we need it to go smoothly. We need people we know can deliver. Now is not the time to wing it."Morgan tried not to smile, knowing it would only infuriate Neal more. "We got the job, didn't we?""Yes, but will we be able to keep it?""If you didn't think I could run this project, Neal, why did you bring me up here?""I brought you up here to organize one of our crews, get them on their feet until you picked your replacement, not to create a crew from scratch. What the hell were you thinking?""I was thinking we'd get the contract we came out here to get," Morgan

I don't want any damn orange juice." Bert Clydesdale pushed the glass away from him, almost causing it to tip over.Jacqui took a deep breath to keep from snapping at her father and his belligerent attitude. "Well then, what do you want, Dad? You don't want coffee or water or anything else I've laid in front of you.""I want to get out of this damn house, that's what I want. I want to go wherever I want to go, whenever I want to go."Jacqui rolled her eyes. Sophia, their housekeeper, must have told him no at some point today and sent him into this recurring tizzy of his. Her father had never been one to depend on anyone, and here he was, trapped in a wheelchair, yearning for the freedom he enjoyed just a little over a year ago. She wished she could give it to him, too. While he survived his head-on collision with a drunk driver, Bert Clydesdale had been paralyzed from the waist down. Since Sophia already lived with the Karstons, Jacqui brought her father home to live with her once he w

Morgan picked up the tiny form of Stacey Rogers and pressed her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she snaked her arms around his neck, fingers sliding through his hair. Their lips meshed, and their tongues danced as they ground against each other, his hardness stroking her through their clothing, clothing they needed to shed. He slid his hand up her thighs and under her skirt, sliding the material up her legs so his hand could grab her bare ass. He loved thongs. Their lips parted, and Stacey's head fell back against the wall as her breathing and moans filled the furnished apartment. He felt her hand start to pull at his pants, trying to free his manhood, tired of waiting. Allowing her feet to touch the floor, he gave her room to reach her target, a smirk on his face as he watched how fast she moved. He felt the button as it was freed and heard the zipper as she yanked his pants open.Kissing her neck, he lifted her back into his arms and carried her over to th

Once she reached Marc's gravesite, she knelt and set back on our heels, her hands fidgeting with one of her husband's handkerchiefs she carried with her, knotting and unknotting the corners. Maggie's grave was on his left and to his right was a plot reserved for Jacqui. A pang of guilt tugged at her that she was not already lying beside them. It was only because of her recklessness that she wasn't. Her friends told her it had saved her, but she didn't agree. Her place was beside her husband."Hey, Maggie, baby," she said, tears already pooling at the bottom of her eyes. "Mommy misses you so much. Do you remember the community center I told you about? Well, I hired the company that'll build it today. Well, actually, it'll be tonight when they sign the contracts, but we're closer. Mr. Wellington is really excited. He says they are used to building fun things for children, like four-story slides right inside the building. You're going to be so proud of it." Jacqui swiped at a tear that sn

Snatching his sports coat off the front seat, Morgan tossed the keys to the valet as he slid out from behind the steering wheel. Slipping the coat over his shoulders, he entered what appeared to be some fancy crab house. Doesn't this woman like barbecue? He just shook his head. She's so damn formal. Everything's a show. He couldn't complain this time, however, since she was the one footing the bill. Tit for Tat. Morgan walked through the doorway as a slender man, probably in his early twenties, held it open for him. Another young thing stood behind the podium, white shirt, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail making her face look too taut, and slick black slacks. Her smile, however, was genuine and ready to please. Too bad she could have been his daughter, he thought as he approached her. "I'm here to meet Mrs. Karston."The young hostess glanced down at her list and nodded. "Yes, sir," she said as she checked something off. Even her voice sounded too young. "Mrs. Karston is already