seemed like hours.
“Mooommm.....Mom, Mom, Mom...Mooomma, Mom...”
Still heavy with sleep, she strained to wake. Tristan was singing her name in a low growl voice. This was his latest habit. It began after she had managed to find one Jackal song without curse words or sexual implications to download on his iPod.
The iPod was also Jack’s gift to him, arriving in the overnight mail on Tristan’s first night home. It came pre-filled with some of the songs Jack and Tristan discussed– mostly classics such as The Beatles.
Rolling over, she grabbed her phone to check the time and leaped from the comfort of the covers when she saw how late it was. Tristan’s physical therapist would arrive in a half hour, and the tot had not yet dressed or eaten breakfast.
Animated characters harmoniously sang, and Marissa realized that his shows now being on his own television was keeping him in his room later and later each morning. He wasn’t quite fully back to his crutches yet, and she picked him up, carrying him to a stool at the kitchen bar and plopped a bowl of cereal down. Then, she went back to clean the plastic portable urinal, brought from the hospital to make use of until he was getting around better by himself.
From her bedroom, her phone sounded, and from the kitchen Tristan screamed, “It’s Jack! Answer it!”
She didn’t and endured Tristan’s disfavor for a half hour.
The call from Olivia didn’t come around noon as Marissa predicted. Her friend actually drove over to try to talk Marissa to her senses. From where she and Olivia were standing in the kitchen, they could easily see Tristan and the PT, in the gym room, moving about in his exercise routine. Since Tristan was occupied, she could talk freely, and Marissa quoted the entire blog article to Olivia.
“Give him a chance to explain,” Olivia pleaded. “Better yet, don’t go all crazy on him. It was two kisses. Men are different. Sometimes they don’t drop everything they have going after only two–”
“Amazing kisses,” Marissa interrupted. “And you’re right. That’s why I want Joel. I have to make him want to drop his hoes. If it doesn’t work, who knows, maybe me and Joel work out...”
But, she didn’t even want to think about things not working with Jack.
Her phone began to rock, and before Tristan could deafen his physical therapist’s ears by screaming at his mother, she answered.
“Hey!” Making sure her voice was carefree, she greeted Jack. “What’s up?”
“I was thinking about coming in Friday if that’s cool. Left you a voicemail...”
Finding some humor in the voicemail, whether or not it was a jab, she paused pouring a cup of coffee and reigning in her raging senses at the thought of seeing him. “Sure, that’s cool. And, sorry about the voicemail. The day’s been crazy, haven’t had time to check it.”
Olivia gave her a goofy stare at this blatant lie since they had just been discussing that very voicemail message.
“It’s cool. Just wanted to double -check before I scheduled the flight.” The sweet sexy rumble of his voice was making her knees weak, and she slid on a bar stool next to Olivia as he continued, “How’s the little rocker?”
They talked a few more minutes before he rang off with a, “See you soon then, Mariss.”
Turning, she found Olivia practically swooning and comprehended that her friend could likely hear through her phone since the t.v. in the den was not making racket as it normally was.
“I can’t believe you are going to do this, Rissa.” Olivia rose to get her own cup of coffee. “What if you screw things up?”
“Trust me. I know how far to take it. I landed Kel didn’t I?” The name of her ex fiancée was repugnant, but she brought it up to drive in the point. Kel had been a major player, dating many women in her semester and a half of college, and she had driven him to pop the question within six months of knowing him.
CHAPTER 17
POURING SPICED CREAMER into
“Mooommm.....Mom, Mom, Mom...Mooomma, Mom...”
Still heavy with sleep, she strained to wake. Tristan was singing her name in a low growl voice. This was his latest habit. It began after she had managed to find one Jackal song without curse words or sexual implications to download on his iPod.
The iPod was also Jack’s gift to him, arriving in the overnight mail on Tristan’s first night home. It came pre-filled with some of the songs Jack and Tristan discussed– mostly classics such as The Beatles.
Rolling over, she grabbed her phone to check the time and leaped from the comfort of the covers when she saw how late it was. Tristan’s physical therapist would arrive in a half hour, and the tot had not yet dressed or eaten breakfast.
Animated characters harmoniously sang, and Marissa realized that his shows now being on his own television was keeping him in his room later and later each morning. He wasn’t quite fully back to his crutches yet, and she picked him up, carrying him to a stool at the kitchen bar and plopped a bowl of cereal down. Then, she went back to clean the plastic portable urinal, brought from the hospital to make use of until he was getting around better by himself.
From her bedroom, her phone sounded, and from the kitchen Tristan screamed, “It’s Jack! Answer it!”
She didn’t and endured Tristan’s disfavor for a half hour.
The call from Olivia didn’t come around noon as Marissa predicted. Her friend actually drove over to try to talk Marissa to her senses. From where she and Olivia were standing in the kitchen, they could easily see Tristan and the PT, in the gym room, moving about in his exercise routine. Since Tristan was occupied, she could talk freely, and Marissa quoted the entire blog article to Olivia.
“Give him a chance to explain,” Olivia pleaded. “Better yet, don’t go all crazy on him. It was two kisses. Men are different. Sometimes they don’t drop everything they have going after only two–”
“Amazing kisses,” Marissa interrupted. “And you’re right. That’s why I want Joel. I have to make him want to drop his hoes. If it doesn’t work, who knows, maybe me and Joel work out...”
But, she didn’t even want to think about things not working with Jack.
Her phone began to rock, and before Tristan could deafen his physical therapist’s ears by screaming at his mother, she answered.
“Hey!” Making sure her voice was carefree, she greeted Jack. “What’s up?”
“I was thinking about coming in Friday if that’s cool. Left you a voicemail...”
Finding some humor in the voicemail, whether or not it was a jab, she paused pouring a cup of coffee and reigning in her raging senses at the thought of seeing him. “Sure, that’s cool. And, sorry about the voicemail. The day’s been crazy, haven’t had time to check it.”
Olivia gave her a goofy stare at this blatant lie since they had just been discussing that very voicemail message.
“It’s cool. Just wanted to double -check before I scheduled the flight.” The sweet sexy rumble of his voice was making her knees weak, and she slid on a bar stool next to Olivia as he continued, “How’s the little rocker?”
They talked a few more minutes before he rang off with a, “See you soon then, Mariss.”
Turning, she found Olivia practically swooning and comprehended that her friend could likely hear through her phone since the t.v. in the den was not making racket as it normally was.
“I can’t believe you are going to do this, Rissa.” Olivia rose to get her own cup of coffee. “What if you screw things up?”
“Trust me. I know how far to take it. I landed Kel didn’t I?” The name of her ex fiancée was repugnant, but she brought it up to drive in the point. Kel had been a major player, dating many women in her semester and a half of college, and she had driven him to pop the question within six months of knowing him.
CHAPTER 17
POURING SPICED CREAMER into
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