What do you think?
Rate this book


178 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 24, 2020
Big and fancy, with heated seats and powered windows and a CD player built into the dash.
He shrugged. “Hard to kill something you raised from a baby,” he said. “I’m partial to fish and chicken. I don’t eat a lot of beef.”
He’d missed Marge. It took a lot of getting over, and not only because she’d left him.
JL pulled up in front of his house and studied it with a frown. He hadn’t noticed how dilapidated it was getting. Honestly, since he’d broken his engagement, things hadn’t mattered much to him.
“I wish all those damned bleeding-heart liberals living in apartments in cities could come out here and see what we have to deal with because of their blankety-blank legislation!”
“In fact, I wish we could shove a few starving wolves into the apartments with them. My, my, what a change of heart the survivors would have!”
Don’t worry. Life is an adventure. Every day is a gift. You have to live an hour at a time, kid. It’s what keeps you going.”
His cousin had never admitted to being the serpent in paradise, but JL was suspicious these days. It had soured their relationship. Cary was sorry about it, from time to time, but she’d been his girl first. He’d been upset about losing her to a richer man, even if the man was his cousin.
“You touch me like that again,” she said very softly, “and I’ll cripple you, before I sue you for sexual harassment.”
“I’m a black belt in tae kwon do,” she said simply. “I’ve taken lessons for five years. I used to compete,” she added sadly. She smiled. “I can’t do it anymore.”
“In fact, he was responsible for his cousin’s broken engagement.” “He was?” “He carried tales to both of them. It was a shame what he did to JL. He really loved the woman,”
Her mother always said that a man treated a woman the way she signaled that she wanted to be treated. If she acted like a lady, that’s how she’d be treated.
“Life pays us out in our own coin,” he reminded her. “God gets even with people who hurt us. They’ll find that out one day, in this life or the next,” he added. “You can’t dwell on wrongdoing, even things that make you miserable. Hating only hurts you. It never hurts the person you hate.”
“No problem. Even if I were over my ex-fiancée, you’d have nothing to fear from me,” he said softly. “I don’t amuse myself with innocents.”
“Dad and I have had a traumatic time just lately. Neither of us is quite ourselves, either.” “Oh? What happened?” “My mother killed herself.”
“I can’t eat something I’ve raised,” he said simply.
“Sometimes things happen because they’re meant to,” she said simply. “It doesn’t make sense to some people, but it does to me. I think we die when we’re supposed to.”
“I don’t like getting news from a handful of people who own all the media in the country. They decide what’s news and what’s not.”
“Too true. Back when I was young, news reporters were required to be objective and even-handed. Now, it’s just a handful of executives pushing their own agendas and calling it news.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been around a redhead in my life,” he teased softly. “We’re rare,” she had to admit. She smiled. “It comes with freckles.”
What if Cassie was playing a game? What if she wasn’t what she seemed to be?
“Just friends,” she agreed pertly. “I’ve already told you that I have to climb Mount Everest before I can even think about marrying anybody.”
“It’s painful to look too deeply into those fights. But I had a history professor who told me that we should never judge the past by the morality of the present. You have to judge by the morality of the time period. That’s never easy.”
“Maybe you should forget about climbing Mount Everest,” he whispered. Her heart was beating her to death. “Maybe . . . I should,” she managed.
He was growing certain that Cary wouldn’t show up when the man walked in the door with, of all the damned people in the world, JL’s ex-fiancée. He pushed away from the bar, where he’d been leaning, and glared at his cousin with flaming brown eyes. Damn the man!
Cary had told her about JL’s new friend and the engagement rumors before they arrived.
“I wish we were in a less public place,” Cassie said. “I’d put you on the floor and stomp on you!” Her lower lip trembled. “You worm. You despicable worm!”
JL’s dark eyes were full of ice. “Cary isn’t the one living a lie,” he said to her. “I think it’s time you went home, Ms. Reed.”
JL took Marge by the hand and led her out into a two-step. He smiled at Marge, his attention completely on her.
JL, of course, wouldn’t miss her. He was hurt and angry and wouldn’t even speak to her. He’d gone straight to Marge, probably to wound his cousin for bringing her.
“I’m going back with you,” Cassie said quietly. “There’s nothing left for me here.”
He’d been completely exonerated of any charges relating to Trudy Blaise, who had plenty of problems of her own making, and he told Cassie that he wasn’t even speaking to women on his staff unless it was work-related and in the company of coworkers. She thought how sad the world had become. Harassment was terrible. But so was creating an atmosphere of artificial coldness that denied any warm human feelings at all, in the effort to head off charges of misconduct. Lies and malice were toxic, and could ruin everything.
“Have you ever heard,” he asked her amusedly, “of the ‘mile high club’?” She flushed. “Everybody has,” she stammered, referring to those who’d had sex in flight, high above the earth. “Well, darlin’,” he whispered as his hands went to the fastenings on her beautiful wedding gown, “we are about to join the club!”
She touched his hard mouth. “What does JL stand for?” He smiled. “John Lewis,” he said.