Abby Has Gone Wild (15 page)

Jack pulls me down into his arms. “Don’t,
don’t do that baby. Don’t cry over me. I don’t give a fuck about
her. It’s just you baby. It’s always been just you. Please don’t
cry, I’ve been an asshole. I don’t deserve your tears.

I love you Abby. I’m sorry I tried so hard to
push you away when all I wanted to do was cling to you and never
let you go. I was so sure you deserved better than some one as
messed up as me.”

“Jack, I was way more messed up than you when
we met. I was afraid to be touched, a simple touch and I’d almost
wet myself in fear. If you thought I was going to go back into the
shadows after finding out what the sun felt like, you just didn’t
get it.”

“Call Omar back and tell him something came
up and we’ll see him on Friday instead. If you don’t want Tricia
here then she won’t be.”

I call Omar and make an excuse and giggle as
Jack wheels us into the bedroom.

The next morning I’m up before Jack and I’m
pretty sure I haven’t blinked in three minutes. Then I blink and
it’s there, it’s blue. I burst into tears, so happy I want to
scream with it.

“Abby, get your ass in here.” Jack calls from
the bedroom and I put the test on the counter. “Why, are you crying
now?”

“Because I’m happy.”

“Abby, honey, crying when you’re happy is
going to lead to a lot of misunderstandings but I guess I can
understand. When I felt your feet brush against mine, yeah, I was
so happy I thought I was going to cry.”

“What? You felt my feet brush against mine
this morning?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you felt it when I brushed back
against you and wiggled my toes. Wait, if that’s now what you’re so
happy you’re crying about, what are you crying about?”

Now it’s time to tell him and I’m scared, so
I get off the bed and go back into the bathroom. I come back out
carrying the test and hand it to him. He’s stunned, that’s clear.
He yanks me down, flat on my back and his hand roams over my
stomach.

“A baby, our baby?” He asks in wonder.

I can only nod, unable to swallow past the
lump in my throat.

“Oh, Abby, thank you. Thank you for not
giving up on me.” Tears slide out from his eyes and he buries his
head in my throat.

“Oh, Jack, you’ve always been worth the
wait.”

Ten years later

I’m in the bathroom doing my make up. I look
down at my dress and I hate it. It’s so frustrating after four
children, the last two only nine months apart, my mother calling
them Irish twins, I’m well and truly a size twelve. I’ve tried
everything, but we were a busy family and routines were hard. We
did usually do dinner at home, either Jack or me making dinner.
Jack usually did breakfast in the mornings and the kids demanded
school lunches.

It’s been four years since I moved into
Stan’s position with the encouragement to continue forty hours a
week and even two days a month working from home. Jack had opted to
stay home with the kids and I had been jealous but he’d been a
great dad. My mother loved coming over from time to time to help
him out during the day. They had become close and it made me happy
to see them together. He called her mom and for the first few
months every time he did she would smile and kiss him on the
cheek.

Then our youngest went into school and in the
last five years Jack has been building a nonprofit that helps
foster kids who aged out of the system. Working with local business
to get them jobs or interning in high school. He helped them apply
for grants for school, had been able to buy homes that housed a
mature adult, usually a couple, where some kids could safely live
and could eventually move out.

My mother had become his biggest fundraiser.
She was very proud and made sure everyone knew it. It didn’t take
much to get her going about him. She loved telling the story of how
he had worked so hard to walk again and all he had gone through.
Jack did have a limp but it was barely noticeable, unless he was
tired. The nonprofit was actually doing so well he had been able to
add staff and although he was a nonprofit he was actually able to
make almost twenty percent more than his salary had been. It was
all he would allow himself. We were lucky, between no house
payment, my job and my mother’s constant outlandish gifts, there
was little we or our children wanted for.

It hadn’t been easy. He’d been determined to
stand and walk for our wedding. A backyard affair I had begged for,
refusing my mother’s country club plans. I hadn’t gone easy on him.
I’d told him it was one thing to get married while I was pregnant
and quite another to have pictures of a fat pregnant bride. He’d
worked harder and had set a date, the anniversary of that first
meeting in the bookstore. I had been surprised he’d remembered and
worried it was so close. But he did it. I was thankfully only two
months along, the baby well unseen by the camera.

“The kids are asleep, I think, at the very
least they’re scared of Rosie enough to pretend like they are.
Rosie is happy on the couch with the remote and a bowl of
popcorn.

I love you, you know I love. So don’t be mad,
but you aren’t wearing that. You’re showing too much skin and where
you aren’t showing skin it’s too damn tight. I don’t need to spend
all night wanting to kick someone’s ass when I’m trying to get them
to write a check.”

“Jack, it’s too damn tight because I’m fat.
I’m a fucking whale, you will not need to kick anyone’s ass. I was
shopping all day for this.” I yell at him in the mirror. I’m
expecting him to come up behind me and kiss me. But Jack being
Jack, that’s not what he does. He unzips it down to the back and
then he rips it all the way to the end. I’m stunned. Taking his
time, he opens my lace bra and pulls it down. Now he takes me into
his arms.

“You are not a whale. You are beautiful,
still so beautiful after almost eleven years you still make me hard
at the thought of you, never mind the sight of you. These breasts,
these beautiful breasts that you still let me fuck like some dumb
ass eighteen year old, do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you
remember what a lecherous pervert I was when you were pregnant? You
got so big, here for our babies and your breasts would leak and I
would suck on you until you would smack me and tell me to leave
some for the babies. I loved your body when you were pregnant. Big,
round, soft and I loved that you just couldn’t get enough sex. I
remember being worried you wouldn’t want me to touch but no, you
were just as hungry as me.

Yes, baby, your body has changed and you have
not just these stretch marks but the scar from our babies. Your
body is softer all the time now, you’ve changed, but baby my love
for you hasn’t. Somehow, someway it’s just gotten deeper. I love
the changes in your body. You don’t need to fit into a size eight
again for me to find your body so fuckable.”

He picks me up and we’re back in bed and I
know we’re going to be late and neither of us care. My mother’s
used to it by now. I whisper in his ear all the ways I touched
myself today thinking about him. I whisper that when he’d bent me
over the sink this morning after our shower, it had been too quick
and he agrees and he makes this time last.

His Back Bay Princess

Diego Suarez is a Boston homicide cop who
comes from a completely different world than Catherine Fisher. He’s
the son of Mexican migrant farm workers, she can find the founders
of Boston in her blue bloodline. He’d had to endure a stint in the
Marines to fund college, she’d gone to a private university and her
graduation present had been a three story home in Back Bay where
Diego couldn’t even afford property taxes. They are different, too
different for it to work out between them. Cat deserves better than
what he can give her, it will never work.

It doesn’t matter if the only time he feels
alive is when he’s with her. It doesn’t matter that she looks at
him with all the love she feels for him in her eyes. One day she’ll
wake up and figure out she can do better than him. It’s better to
never start something that won’t last, can’t last.

Catherine doesn’t care about money, the
having of it or lack of it. All she cares about is Diego. After
Diego has been shot and she is asked to look after him she knows
she has just one last chance to find out what is keeping Diego from
her. She knows he feels something for her, so why is he pushing her
away?

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The Gangster’s Girlfriend

Miranda Beckett has been born and bred in
Chicago and with that comes the knowledge that the city built
firmly on criminal enterprises by every group that could gain
ground is still a city where crime is as much of the economy as the
retail shops and hotels that line Michigan Avenue. Just like others
in Chicago a blind eye is a content eye until it’s all brought into
sharp focus by her younger brother one late night. She hasn’t seen
her brother in years and the last time she had she’d told him she
never wanted to see him again so she knew it was desperation that
led him to her door. Before, he’d flat out stolen from her but now
he’s pleading for the money. He pleas for the money that he owes
the head of the IRA in Chicago and then he threatens that Declan
Kelly knows about her and that she has the money and if she doesn’t
give it than Kelly will come for it himself.

Miranda refuses her brother and she knows
she’ll be able to refuse Declan Kelly when the time comes. But
she’s wrong, so very wrong. It isn’t money Kelly wants, it’s her.
Her expertise as an accountant to audit his books and find who is
stealing from him, that’s it he tells her but his eyes tell her
there’s more.

Without even being quite sure how and why she
agreed, a deal is struck and Miranda wonders how long she can fight
the need for a man she can’t have. It’s one thing to know what
Declan Kelly does and another to allow herself become involved with
him. She is sure she can keep Declan at bay, she has plans to
become a gangster’s girlfriend or lose her heart to him. But she’s
wrong, so very wrong.

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His Hostile Takeover

Ellie Shaw has been in love with Greg Turner
since she first met him at sixteen. It doesn’t matter that now at
twenty four he still treats her like a kid sister, Ellie still
loves him. So why did her body go haywire when she first met Dmitri
Markhoff? Dmitri was taking over the company she had worked so hard
to keep going, Ellie wasn’t part of the bargain. Okay, she needed
the job as a personal assistant he was offering and it was only for
three months. That was more than enough time to save while she
found another job because her time with Dmitri wasn’t guaranteed.
She loved Greg, hormones and never having been touched was all that
was making her feel the way she did about Dmitri. She was sure of
it.