yes, they serve a purpose.” He chuckled. “Also, they’re just esthetically pleasing.”
“Esthetically, eh?”
“Exactly.” Caid smirked. “Hey, buddy? You wanna tell Emery here what the stacks are for?”
Caleb smiled and jettisoned Iron Man over to the other side of the cab. “Emree, the stacks make daddy’s truck look badass.”
I gaped and laughed from Caleb’s honesty.
Caid just shrugged. “I have no idea where he got that word from.”
“You say it all the time, daddy…” Caleb reached to pick up his tossed aside action figure . “You say feck, too.”
“Cay…remember what Nan said about that one. Daddy forgot he wasn’t supposed to say it.” Caid looked the rear view at his son and grinned.
I snorted a little, suppressing a laugh.
Caid licked his bottom lip and reached across the console, holding my hand. “Don’t make me come over there and,” he lowered his voice, “ feck you.”
“And scar your son for life?” I said softly with a smile.
“Point made.” Caid squeezed my hand and slipped on his aviator sunglasses.
He was so fucking hot. I just…died a little, I think.
Maggie’s apartment was quiet when I got back to it. I needed to tell her I was okay. My phone must have died sometime last night and my charger was at her place.
Maggie: 2:17 am Okay, please just let me
know when you’re there. So I know you’re safe.
Maggie: 2:20 am Em…
Maggie: 2:36 am Emery Grace Finn. I’m hoping
the reason you’re ignoring me is because you’re
in the midst of a thorough pounding.
Maggie: 6:53 am I’m off to work. I hope you’re
not dead. I love you.
Maggie: 8:24 am TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET
HOME OR I’LL START LOOKING IN
DUMPSTERS!
Me: 1:58 pm I’m alive. I’m sorry. No pounding.
Fill in later. I hope you’re not getting this text
while you’re knee-deep in a dumpster.
Maggie: 2:02 pm If I didn’t love you, I’d write
you off completely. I’ll be home after six, bitch.
Smiling at Maggie’s reply, I set my phone down and peeled off Ellie’s picnic/tablecloth dress. I needed to shower in the worst way. I couldn’t believe Caid didn’t get turned off—I was pretty sure I stunk right then.
I typed Caid’s name into Google. Well, Kincaid Burke, Chicago, to be exact. About ten or so queries popped up. All related to the Chicago Fire Department in some way. He was mentioned in a few articles regarding fires he assisted in putting out, also some charity work that the firehouse had been a part of. Extending my stalker reach, I searched his name in Facebook. Didn’t seem like he had one. Nothing came up.
My inquest into Caid was short-lived. I stared at my laptop screen, the background photo was one of my mom and me on my wedding day. I gazed into the eyes of the girl I used to be. Freshly turned twenty-one and married. My eyes glazed when I looked at my mom. Her beautiful dark hair curled in long tendrils, framing her slender but strong face.
I knew she smiled for my sake that day. I knew about her reservations regarding Matt, but I repeatedly told her that I loved him. She said she loved me, so she would stand by my side. My mom walked me down the aisle that day. Gave me to a man she wasn’t a fan of, all because she loved me and I asked her to do it.
“And what would you think of Kincaid Burke, mom?” I whispered, trailing my fingertip across the screen on her face. “I think you would like him.”
I think I liked him. A lot.
With my laptop still open, I clicked the word processor and opened a new document. It had been six months since my last book was published. I hadn’t written anything since. Sitting and watching the blinking cursor for a few moments, I set my fingers inches above the keys and let out a deep breath. Resting them down, I began to type.
***
Friday, July 5 — 6:23 pm
“Oh, thank God. You’re here.” Maggie flew in the door and dropped her bag on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and
“Esthetically, eh?”
“Exactly.” Caid smirked. “Hey, buddy? You wanna tell Emery here what the stacks are for?”
Caleb smiled and jettisoned Iron Man over to the other side of the cab. “Emree, the stacks make daddy’s truck look badass.”
I gaped and laughed from Caleb’s honesty.
Caid just shrugged. “I have no idea where he got that word from.”
“You say it all the time, daddy…” Caleb reached to pick up his tossed aside action figure . “You say feck, too.”
“Cay…remember what Nan said about that one. Daddy forgot he wasn’t supposed to say it.” Caid looked the rear view at his son and grinned.
I snorted a little, suppressing a laugh.
Caid licked his bottom lip and reached across the console, holding my hand. “Don’t make me come over there and,” he lowered his voice, “ feck you.”
“And scar your son for life?” I said softly with a smile.
“Point made.” Caid squeezed my hand and slipped on his aviator sunglasses.
He was so fucking hot. I just…died a little, I think.
Maggie’s apartment was quiet when I got back to it. I needed to tell her I was okay. My phone must have died sometime last night and my charger was at her place.
Maggie: 2:17 am Okay, please just let me
know when you’re there. So I know you’re safe.
Maggie: 2:20 am Em…
Maggie: 2:36 am Emery Grace Finn. I’m hoping
the reason you’re ignoring me is because you’re
in the midst of a thorough pounding.
Maggie: 6:53 am I’m off to work. I hope you’re
not dead. I love you.
Maggie: 8:24 am TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET
HOME OR I’LL START LOOKING IN
DUMPSTERS!
Me: 1:58 pm I’m alive. I’m sorry. No pounding.
Fill in later. I hope you’re not getting this text
while you’re knee-deep in a dumpster.
Maggie: 2:02 pm If I didn’t love you, I’d write
you off completely. I’ll be home after six, bitch.
Smiling at Maggie’s reply, I set my phone down and peeled off Ellie’s picnic/tablecloth dress. I needed to shower in the worst way. I couldn’t believe Caid didn’t get turned off—I was pretty sure I stunk right then.
I typed Caid’s name into Google. Well, Kincaid Burke, Chicago, to be exact. About ten or so queries popped up. All related to the Chicago Fire Department in some way. He was mentioned in a few articles regarding fires he assisted in putting out, also some charity work that the firehouse had been a part of. Extending my stalker reach, I searched his name in Facebook. Didn’t seem like he had one. Nothing came up.
My inquest into Caid was short-lived. I stared at my laptop screen, the background photo was one of my mom and me on my wedding day. I gazed into the eyes of the girl I used to be. Freshly turned twenty-one and married. My eyes glazed when I looked at my mom. Her beautiful dark hair curled in long tendrils, framing her slender but strong face.
I knew she smiled for my sake that day. I knew about her reservations regarding Matt, but I repeatedly told her that I loved him. She said she loved me, so she would stand by my side. My mom walked me down the aisle that day. Gave me to a man she wasn’t a fan of, all because she loved me and I asked her to do it.
“And what would you think of Kincaid Burke, mom?” I whispered, trailing my fingertip across the screen on her face. “I think you would like him.”
I think I liked him. A lot.
With my laptop still open, I clicked the word processor and opened a new document. It had been six months since my last book was published. I hadn’t written anything since. Sitting and watching the blinking cursor for a few moments, I set my fingers inches above the keys and let out a deep breath. Resting them down, I began to type.
***
Friday, July 5 — 6:23 pm
“Oh, thank God. You’re here.” Maggie flew in the door and dropped her bag on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and
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