When the kiss broke, he grinned down at her. "Just tell me we can do some more photo shoots."She laughed again, harder, freer. "Clint Asher, I'll do whatever you want. All you have to do is name it." She kissed him again, this time softer, with less urgency, but just as much passion.When the kiss was over, she slid back into her seat, scooping up her wine glass as she did. "So tell me about today."He did, sharing with her how Bonnie wasn't planning on signing the papers in the beginning. First, he told her Bonnie's revelation of a need for family and why she returned. Then, he explained how he convinced her how signing the papers was the only way for the two of them to get on with their lives, that she could be the best mother to Abby she could be, but she would never again be his wife. He told Bonnie that she needed to respect Aimee and make the transition as smooth as possible. They were Abby's parents, but they would never be friends.When he finished, Aimee told him about Bonnie
Aimee stretched, her arms extending out to her side only to come up short as her hand hit another body. Rolling over, she gently ran a hand over Clint's face, a smile dancing across her own. The Saturday morning light peeked through his curtains, calling them to rise and shine, but Aimee ignored it, as she had tried to do every morning since Monday night. Every night she fell asleep beside him, and every morning she woke up wrapped around him, her arms exploring his naked chest. No matter how tired they were when they went to bed, the two of them decided, for Abby's sake, they'd make sure they wore pajamas before falling asleep. A young girl still had moments of nightmares, after all, and needed her Daddy in the middle of the night. Monday night everything changed. Bonnie was no longer his wife. Oh, he still had to stand before the judge next week and make it official, but for all intents and purposes, it was a done deal. Nothing stood in the way of their happiness now.She ran a fing
They were the last ones to arrive at the park, the others already choosing a spot and Marvin Asher firing up the grill. Karla wore a skirt that actually covered everything it should and had her breasts tucked conservatively out of sight. Aimee was shocked but glad. Clint's parents would get to know all about her sister soon enough. Aimee didn't need the first meeting to be a shocker for them.Abby ran to the Ashers first, giving them each a hug and squealing when her grandfather picked her up and threatened to throw her in the air. Then, to Aimee's surprise and delight, the little girl ran to Aimee's mother and hugged her as well. She offered the others a quick hello and then darted for the playground, Clint's mother following just to keep a nervous eye on her. Paul and Mitch stood beside the picnic table, Karla clinging to Mitch's side, as Aimee's mother sat in front of them, all talking and laughing. Aimee stood still a moment, soaking in this perfect scene. They were one big happy f
She should be asleep by now, lost in some dream world with some bare-chested hunk from one of her romance novels. She should be, but she wasn't, not with her sister in the next room. Aimee Harper lay in her bed, again regretting sharing an apartment with her twin sister, a regret she had almost every weekend. It was three in the morning and instead of the deep silence of night lulling her to sleep, she was being kept wide awake by her sister's cries of pleasure. Living with Karla really wasn't the problem; at least, not usually. When Karla first asked to share Aimee's condo, Aimee thought it a great idea. She could save money for one, which would assist her in her quest to actually do something with her photography hobby, and also have someone to split the household chores. When she didn't have to remind Karla to do her portion, that is. And, for the most part, they got along as well as most siblings. They bickered here and there, squabbled over who drank the last Diet Coke, and whose
That man was Brad Pennington and he did spend the night. He was standing over the stove when Aimee trudged her way out of the hallway, and he spotted her before she could duck back into the bathroom and freshen up. He stood about three inches past six feet and came equipped with a thick chest and flat shoulders that Aimee could probably rest her morning coffee on without fear of the mug falling. He was bald and clean-shaven with a smile that she was glad he decided not to hide behind facial hair. He was obviously a morning person, because even after being up until four in the morning doing the nasty to her sister, he cheerfully made breakfast and had already swallowed half a pot of coffee. At least he left her some. He wore blue jeans with his smile and nothing else. Aimee glanced over the counter and wasn't disappointed that even the man's feet were sexy. How in the world is Karla so damn lucky?Aimee realized she still wore her baggy flannels and tried to hide behind the island count
After breakfast, Brad left and Aimee went to her room leaving Karla the dishes. Of course, Karla wasn't happy about being stuck with cleanup duty. She would rationalize that Aimee owed her since Karla arranged to have someone take a peek at the car. However, Aimee didn't care and, even though she still planned on talking to Mitch Greenway about the car, she was going to insist on paying full price. She wanted no special treatment based on how well her sister fucked one of his friends. Aimee would not be the reason Karla whored herself out.It had always been that way, it seemed. Karla could always worm something out of any man she met. It started in middle school when the seconds-younger Harper sibling realized that, with a shake of her ass and a low cut blouse, she never had to write her own papers ever again. Of course, as she moved into high school, it cost her more to get what she wanted. A hand job. Oral sex. However, the gifts were more expensive and her men older. High school bo
As Aimee stepped out into the hall, she saw Miss Fowler standing in front of her own door about to enter, her little Dachshund panting hard in her arms as she held it with its belly up as if it was a little baby. Aimee gave a silent groan and would have ducked back inside, but it was too late. That seemed to be the theme of her day. Miss Fowler already saw her. Miss Fowler saw everything."Well, good morning, Aimee. Heading to the pool? I can't say I blame you. It's a beautiful day for it. Duchess and I just got back from our morning stroll." At the sound of her name, Duchess rolled her head toward Aimee, stretching her neck out wanting some attention. "Stop squirming, Duchess." Miss Fowler tried to shake a loose strand of her gray hair out of her eyes as she glanced down at the dog.Aimee reached out and scratched behind the dog's chocolate ears. "Good morning, Duchess." She glanced up at the older lady. "And how have you been?""Good, good. Of course, I'm not having to try and sleep
She settled back in her chair and allowed the rays of the sun to beat down upon her body. She held her book in her lap, unopened. Her mind was too full of distractions to concentrate on the pages. For one thing, she was still pissed at her sister. First, for bringing Brad home, and then for expecting Aimee to be grateful she screwed a bargain out of him for her. She was also annoyed at her mother for always being too soft on Karla and forcing Aimee to take over for their father, being the enforcer."If I don't give in to her, Aimee, I'll lose her." It was the excuse her mother gave her the last time they argued about her sister. Aimee just shook her head. "She's using you, Mom.""She needs me. I'm not turning my back on her.""What she needs is a swift kick in the ass. You're allowing her to manipulate you. She's a grown woman, for crying out loud! She can take care of herself. Trust me. I've had the unfortunate pleasure of listening to her do just that, thanks to our thin walls."Her