your
asses!”
“ Angelina…I was sick when
they found me. It took some time for me to get well.” Liam tried to
give his friend some bargaining room. This homecoming and his
presence would cause his boy nothing but aggravation. He should
have gotten a hotel room.
Angelina stepped before Liam and glared at
him sideways. He found himself relieved that her big belly kept her
from getting right in his face. She crossed her arms and tried to
speak calmly.
“ Every minute of every day
that my best friend believed you to be dead, a piece her has died.
I’ve watched her mourn you over and over again, to the brink of
insanity. I’ve tried to help her be strong. But nothing did. The
only reason she is able to move on is because of Mackenzie. I don’t
give a damn what you think you saw or what you were told, I know
her. I know how much she loves you. You should have called. Someone
should have called!”
“ I lost her, Angie. She
married Phil, of all people.”
Angelina frowned. “She loves you…trust me on
this.”
“ Then how could she marry
him?” he snapped.
“ Are you kidding
me?”
Vasquez stepped over to his wife, taking her
arm gently. “Angie, please…this is tough on everyone.”
“ Kennedy needs to be told
now! Right now, damn it. You two were wrong to keep this from
her.”
“ NO,” Liam commanded in a
calm tone. “I’ll tell her in my way. Make no mistake, she’s my
wife. I haven’t forgotten that fact, even if she has. I will get my
family back. But I need to do this the right way. You won’t call
her in the middle of the night to tell her that her dead husband is
in your living room. Do you understand me?”
Before Angelina could speak, the doorbell
rang. All three heads jerked up at once. Liam struggled but managed
to scuttle out of view of the sidelight windows. “I don’t want
anyone to know I’m here. Not yet.”
“ I won’t keep this from her.
Not after shouldering the guilt of making her give up on you. I
won’t do it, Liam.”
He started up the stairs. Vasquez quietly
told him there was a spare guest room next to the one the twins
occupied. As he turned the corner into the upstairs hallway, he
heard the door open below.
“ What the hell are you doing
here?” Angelina demanded.
“ Hello, Angelina. Good to
see you again,” came the voice of Alexa Sinclair.
***
Kennedy lay on Phil’s sweaty
chest, listening to his beating heart. Naked, tired, she had done
her very best to make her husband feel secure. Because deep down
inside, she knew the real reason for the unexplained trip to the fair and
the bedroom workout. He only let her escape to feed and bathe
Mackenzie. As soon as her little girl was asleep, he had her
cornered in the shower, feasting on her breasts, and making love to
her up against the shower wall.
“ I think tonight is a fresh
start for us,” Phil whispered, running his lips feather-light over
her forehead.
He squeezed her and she resisted the urge to
cry. She smiled and lay wrapped in his arms. After several long
minutes, his hold on her went soft and a light snore escaped from
his mouth. Kennedy lifted gently from him. She moved over and
rolled onto her side. Alone with her thoughts and his seed sticky
between her thighs, she stared at the drapes and the soft moonglow
beyond. In that moment she had to admit to herself the truth. Liam
would always be the love of her life, and no matter what time did
to her heart, that feeling would never change. Kennedy drifted to
sleep on the memory of their first meeting.
July
24 th 2004
“ Sierra, who is he?”
Kennedy whispered. Both girls leaned back on the railing of the
fire escape. The honking sounds of car horns and screeching tires
of the traffic drifted up.
“ Who’s who?”
“ Him.” Kennedy nodded over
in the direction of the three guys lingering. One was Chauncey
White. He was about nineteen, a tall, thin black guy with lips
Sierra loved to suck on. He’d been recruited to
asses!”
“ Angelina…I was sick when
they found me. It took some time for me to get well.” Liam tried to
give his friend some bargaining room. This homecoming and his
presence would cause his boy nothing but aggravation. He should
have gotten a hotel room.
Angelina stepped before Liam and glared at
him sideways. He found himself relieved that her big belly kept her
from getting right in his face. She crossed her arms and tried to
speak calmly.
“ Every minute of every day
that my best friend believed you to be dead, a piece her has died.
I’ve watched her mourn you over and over again, to the brink of
insanity. I’ve tried to help her be strong. But nothing did. The
only reason she is able to move on is because of Mackenzie. I don’t
give a damn what you think you saw or what you were told, I know
her. I know how much she loves you. You should have called. Someone
should have called!”
“ I lost her, Angie. She
married Phil, of all people.”
Angelina frowned. “She loves you…trust me on
this.”
“ Then how could she marry
him?” he snapped.
“ Are you kidding
me?”
Vasquez stepped over to his wife, taking her
arm gently. “Angie, please…this is tough on everyone.”
“ Kennedy needs to be told
now! Right now, damn it. You two were wrong to keep this from
her.”
“ NO,” Liam commanded in a
calm tone. “I’ll tell her in my way. Make no mistake, she’s my
wife. I haven’t forgotten that fact, even if she has. I will get my
family back. But I need to do this the right way. You won’t call
her in the middle of the night to tell her that her dead husband is
in your living room. Do you understand me?”
Before Angelina could speak, the doorbell
rang. All three heads jerked up at once. Liam struggled but managed
to scuttle out of view of the sidelight windows. “I don’t want
anyone to know I’m here. Not yet.”
“ I won’t keep this from her.
Not after shouldering the guilt of making her give up on you. I
won’t do it, Liam.”
He started up the stairs. Vasquez quietly
told him there was a spare guest room next to the one the twins
occupied. As he turned the corner into the upstairs hallway, he
heard the door open below.
“ What the hell are you doing
here?” Angelina demanded.
“ Hello, Angelina. Good to
see you again,” came the voice of Alexa Sinclair.
***
Kennedy lay on Phil’s sweaty
chest, listening to his beating heart. Naked, tired, she had done
her very best to make her husband feel secure. Because deep down
inside, she knew the real reason for the unexplained trip to the fair and
the bedroom workout. He only let her escape to feed and bathe
Mackenzie. As soon as her little girl was asleep, he had her
cornered in the shower, feasting on her breasts, and making love to
her up against the shower wall.
“ I think tonight is a fresh
start for us,” Phil whispered, running his lips feather-light over
her forehead.
He squeezed her and she resisted the urge to
cry. She smiled and lay wrapped in his arms. After several long
minutes, his hold on her went soft and a light snore escaped from
his mouth. Kennedy lifted gently from him. She moved over and
rolled onto her side. Alone with her thoughts and his seed sticky
between her thighs, she stared at the drapes and the soft moonglow
beyond. In that moment she had to admit to herself the truth. Liam
would always be the love of her life, and no matter what time did
to her heart, that feeling would never change. Kennedy drifted to
sleep on the memory of their first meeting.
July
24 th 2004
“ Sierra, who is he?”
Kennedy whispered. Both girls leaned back on the railing of the
fire escape. The honking sounds of car horns and screeching tires
of the traffic drifted up.
“ Who’s who?”
“ Him.” Kennedy nodded over
in the direction of the three guys lingering. One was Chauncey
White. He was about nineteen, a tall, thin black guy with lips
Sierra loved to suck on. He’d been recruited to
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