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Authors: Skye Turner, Kari Ayasha
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gets straight and that the bastard doesn’t get out. If he does though, we’ll all be here for Cruz. He’s family.
I turn off the light and head upstairs to my room, turning off more lights as I pass through the house. This place is four thousand square feet. It’s old, but I’ve put a lot of work and money into it and it’s been restored to its former glory. I like to think that the original owners would be pleased with the work and my attention to detail. I’ve tried to keep or restore everything to as close to the original as possible.
Once again, I think about what a treasure my house is. I love it. It’s going to be very empty in a few weeks though when Clove and Liam move out and it’s just me. Four thousand feet is a lot of house for one person.
When I bought it six years ago, it was in terrible condition. It had been rented by college students for about ten years and they just abused it. I bought it and started restoring it one room at a time. It’s fully restored now and I killed it if I do say so. I have six bedrooms, a media room, a huge kitchen, a formal dining room, a breakfast room, a sun room, three and a half bathrooms, a breakfast nook, a butler’s kitchen, a mud room and a wrap-around porch. I had a landscaping company come in and install a patio garden and a pergola and hot tub. My house is amazing, I’m damn proud of it. Most of the time everyone hangs out here, too. It’s kind of Bayou Stix Central along with Jude’s wife’s coffee shop/bakery, Java and Sweeties. We’re a great close knit group, only everyone is pairing off now and it’s just going to be me… alone. In this huge house.
On St. John, I had entertained the idea of asking Rayne to visit me here and seeing if what we had on the island could be transferred to the real world. I thought that was over and done with when I couldn’t find her. Then, seeing her at the party for Rock With Me, I was floored. I’d been searching for her everywhere and then, there she was.
She was so angry with me. I was angry, too. Then I found out that the woman I’d been searching high and low for was right here the entire time. She was my sister’s doctor. And the name she gave me on St. John wasn’t even her real name. It was too much and I blew up. I could see that I was hurting her, but I was so enraged and hurt myself that I didn’t care.
Seeing her tonight, at George’s… I can’t help but think she was there for a reason and that maybe we’re supposed to figure this thing out.
As I lie in my bed in my shorts with the fan humming over me, I think about everything we’ve already had and get a little excited over what could be a very real possibility with Melonie.
I guess tomorrow is the start of the journey to figuring this shit out. I’m ready.
I fall asleep with blonde hair, full lips, and tanned skin on my mind.
Chapter Eight
Melonie
D ear God today has been a long day! My C-section ended up not being easy. The patient bled a lot and the baby went into distress. It was a tense and nerve-wracking delivery. I had clinic after the crazy morning, and I’m just about ready to leave the hospital or the day. I just have to check on mommy and the new addition again. Both are doing very well now and are resting comfortably. Her husband is asleep on the couch and I smile with her as I take the last of her vitals and make certain she’s not bleeding anymore. She isn’t.
She smiles over at me tiredly. “Sorry doc for giving you a rough morning.”
I smile back, “It’s ok. Part of the job. I’m just glad that you and the baby are ok. She’s a gorgeous baby. You’re very blessed.” I say quietly as I look into the bassinet by her bed with the sleeping newborn and then back at her husband.
“Do you have a family at home? Weren’t you supposed to get married? I’m sorry if that’s too personal. I’m blaming the drugs,” she says sheepishly.
I chuckle. “I was engaged. I’m not now. It was a mutual decision and
I turn off the light and head upstairs to my room, turning off more lights as I pass through the house. This place is four thousand square feet. It’s old, but I’ve put a lot of work and money into it and it’s been restored to its former glory. I like to think that the original owners would be pleased with the work and my attention to detail. I’ve tried to keep or restore everything to as close to the original as possible.
Once again, I think about what a treasure my house is. I love it. It’s going to be very empty in a few weeks though when Clove and Liam move out and it’s just me. Four thousand feet is a lot of house for one person.
When I bought it six years ago, it was in terrible condition. It had been rented by college students for about ten years and they just abused it. I bought it and started restoring it one room at a time. It’s fully restored now and I killed it if I do say so. I have six bedrooms, a media room, a huge kitchen, a formal dining room, a breakfast room, a sun room, three and a half bathrooms, a breakfast nook, a butler’s kitchen, a mud room and a wrap-around porch. I had a landscaping company come in and install a patio garden and a pergola and hot tub. My house is amazing, I’m damn proud of it. Most of the time everyone hangs out here, too. It’s kind of Bayou Stix Central along with Jude’s wife’s coffee shop/bakery, Java and Sweeties. We’re a great close knit group, only everyone is pairing off now and it’s just going to be me… alone. In this huge house.
On St. John, I had entertained the idea of asking Rayne to visit me here and seeing if what we had on the island could be transferred to the real world. I thought that was over and done with when I couldn’t find her. Then, seeing her at the party for Rock With Me, I was floored. I’d been searching for her everywhere and then, there she was.
She was so angry with me. I was angry, too. Then I found out that the woman I’d been searching high and low for was right here the entire time. She was my sister’s doctor. And the name she gave me on St. John wasn’t even her real name. It was too much and I blew up. I could see that I was hurting her, but I was so enraged and hurt myself that I didn’t care.
Seeing her tonight, at George’s… I can’t help but think she was there for a reason and that maybe we’re supposed to figure this thing out.
As I lie in my bed in my shorts with the fan humming over me, I think about everything we’ve already had and get a little excited over what could be a very real possibility with Melonie.
I guess tomorrow is the start of the journey to figuring this shit out. I’m ready.
I fall asleep with blonde hair, full lips, and tanned skin on my mind.
Chapter Eight
Melonie
D ear God today has been a long day! My C-section ended up not being easy. The patient bled a lot and the baby went into distress. It was a tense and nerve-wracking delivery. I had clinic after the crazy morning, and I’m just about ready to leave the hospital or the day. I just have to check on mommy and the new addition again. Both are doing very well now and are resting comfortably. Her husband is asleep on the couch and I smile with her as I take the last of her vitals and make certain she’s not bleeding anymore. She isn’t.
She smiles over at me tiredly. “Sorry doc for giving you a rough morning.”
I smile back, “It’s ok. Part of the job. I’m just glad that you and the baby are ok. She’s a gorgeous baby. You’re very blessed.” I say quietly as I look into the bassinet by her bed with the sleeping newborn and then back at her husband.
“Do you have a family at home? Weren’t you supposed to get married? I’m sorry if that’s too personal. I’m blaming the drugs,” she says sheepishly.
I chuckle. “I was engaged. I’m not now. It was a mutual decision and
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