All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Clint watched as Aimee passed through the doorway, sighing as soon as she was out of sight. When would she relax and just go with it, trust him to make the right decisions for Abigail? While he appreciated her concern for what Abby could or could not handle, he hated that it slowed down the progress the two of them made in their relationship. He needed her to stop being so protective all the time.Clint jerked the covers off his naked body, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and placing his hands on his lower back and stretching, twisting his torso to the left, and then to the right, as he tugged the knots out of his back. I need a new mattress. He turned back to the doorway. How was he going to get Aimee to loosen up and not worry so much? While it was true that he didn't have a clue as to what he would do with Bonnie, the one thing he did know was that he wanted Aimee Harper in his life, every day for the rest of his life. He found himself smiling. Aimee made him feel better

Her heart ached as he continued his story, and she wanted so badly to reach out and pull him to her, hold him for all the pain he endured. He was just getting past it all, moving on with his life, when Bonnie arrived unannounced, shaking up his stable, peaceful life. If Aimee was honest, she worried that Bonnie's appearance would stir those old feelings again, making him yearn for those adventures once more. It was only a year since his wife left him. Was that long enough to get those crazy nights out of his system? Did he miss them? Want to experience that freedom and carefree wildness again? What was Bonnie's reappearance reigniting in Clint? Aimee desperately wanted to know. She needed to know. She feared that if he yearned for those days again, she wouldn't be able to compete. She wasn't like Bonnie. Like Karla. Aimee was safe. Cautious. She was Turtleneck Aimee.Boring.She sighed, as she stared out at the clouds over the ocean. How could she ever compete with Clint's past? She fi

Clint packed up his truck and headed to his parents' front door. He still hadn't called Bonnie to set a time and place for her to talk to Abigail, texting her with the story that he had some unrealistic schedules right then, but promised to get with her soon. It was a lie, of course. His schedule remained the same; he was just putting off the task of sending his daughter into the witch's clutches as long as possible. All day, he dodged her texts, not wanting to deal with her. He sighed as he reached for the doorknob. His time, however, was running out. "Daddy!" Abigail lunged for him as soon as he walked through the front door."Hey, pumpkin." He squatted down and stretched his arms out just before she launched herself into them. He caught her, squeezing her to him, as he stood, laughing. "How's my girl today? You been a good girl for your grandparents?""Can that girl be anything but good," Clint's mother said, as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on an old dish towel.

"Are you sure about this?" Aimee could feel Karla's eyes boring into her, her eyebrows bunched in uncertain judgment. "I told you," she said, "I plan on giving him the adventures he enjoyed when he was with Bonnie." She turned and stared at herself in the mirror. She wore one of Karla's skimpy skirts, with her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom, and a low-cut tank, with a strapless bra that shoved her tanned breasts upward and out. If it weren't for the blond hair on top of the woman staring back at her from the mirror, she would have sworn she stared at Karla. She took a deep breath. "Tonight, I'll go over once Abby is in bed and show him I can be just as wild as Bonnie."From the mirror, she saw her sister shaking her head. "I really think you're going about this the wrong way," Karla said. "Clint is Mr. Mom. He's not the bar-hopper Bonnie was, remember? He stayed home and played house, and was satisfied doing it. I think what you want to do is a mistake."Aimee turned, a hand on her

The house looked a lot different since the last time she was here, which was almost a month ago. Clint's crew had ripped out most of the walls and tore down parts of the ceiling where water had damaged the drywall, windows had been removed, and heavy plastic covered quite a bit of the wooden floor. All the paraphernalia that had dotted the dust-ridden floor a few weeks ago was absent, taken away so the men could work. The house had lost its mystique, transformed into a worksite. Aimee was glad she had the opportunity to take the pictures when she did."How long do you have before you have to get back?" Clint asked as he turned over two buckets in what Aimee took to be one of the bedrooms in the back of the house. The location, even though dirt covered the floor and spackle coated part of the walls, made her blush."All the time I want," she said, pushing the thoughts of bedrooms and what she had wanted to do with Clint the last time she was here out of her mind. "I took the day off." S