ASAP. Let’s dig deep…there are more ghosts other than those here in Willow.” ~Jude
After hitting send, Jude walked over to the fireplace, poured himself another glass of champagne and took a sip.
“Tomorrow, Mandy…tomorrow we start the week off with the truth and put this bullshit story your brother fed you behind us.”
***********
Miranda pulled into her driveway, shut the car off and walked into her house. As she leaned against her kitchen door, a smile crossed her lips.
“Fan-fuckin-tastic!” she squealed, ditching her shoes and running toward the stairs, planning a long hot shower. Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, Miranda wondered how she was ever going to sleep tonight. Jude J. Delan ey, the love from her past, was back in her present. Her feelings from the past came flooding in…love, passion, insecurity. I wonder if he feels the same way.
.
Chapter 13
Generally speaking, Miranda was not accustomed to sleeping late; no matter what time she went to bed. She rolled over and looked the alarm clock. It was already 10:00 am.
“Shit, I have way too much to do to be a lazy ass in bed.”
Miranda stumbled her way to the bathroom and washed up. She knew it was going to take several cups of coffee to motivate her to do more unpacking and getting the rest of the house functional. She grabbed a bowl of fruit salad from the refrigerator and ate while reading the newspaper online. A ‘blip’ popped up notifying her to check her email.
“Junk, junk and more junk,” she mumbled as she deleted them quickly until one caught her attention.
Good morning baby…lying here thinking of you.
Wish you were here… How about dinner tonight? ~Jude
Wow…he sent this 4 hours ago. Miranda smiled and replied.
Good morning Jude…I just woke up and I’m having breakfast. Going to unpack and settle in…how about my place around 7? I’ll cook. ~Mandy
Her cell phone rang a second later.
“Well hello, sleepyhead. You decided to get up?”
“It’s your fault, you know. You wore me out,” Miranda teased. “By the way, how did you get my email addy and phone number?”
“Phone numbers are easy…411 is quite helpful. Email addy…that was a bit more research…I have a connection or two,” Jude told her, using his best ‘mad scientist’ voice and laugh.
“Ahhh…so secretive, evil one. How does Caesar salad and lasagna sound?”
“Perfect baby…I’ll bring a bottle of wine, maybe two.”
“Fine, just no champagne…that shit goes straight to my head.”
“Hmmm, really? Champagne it is then!” Jude said with another evil laugh.
“Mr. Delaney , you are pure evil. See you at 7.”
Something gripped her stomach, hard. Jude said he had connections? That was the same word David used when describing the ‘kind of guy’ Jude was many years ago. Miranda pushed the fruit salad away and sipped her coffee as she walked into the living roo van>. e ‘kind m. She sat on the couch, drew her knees up and thought back to the conversation she and her brother had years ago.
“Mandy, he’s no good! You gotta get out of Willow and forget the bum! He has connections to some unsavory people,” David said as he roughly shook her shoulders.
“But, Davey, I love him…I told him so! How do I take that back and just leave?” Sobbing, Miranda could barely choke out the words.
“You don’t love him, Mandy. He is just the guy who took your virginity. You are lucky I didn’t kill the son of a bitch when I found out! Go to California to live with Aunt Sadie. She will take care of you until you find your way. Get a job, Mandy. Go to college, do whatever
After hitting send, Jude walked over to the fireplace, poured himself another glass of champagne and took a sip.
“Tomorrow, Mandy…tomorrow we start the week off with the truth and put this bullshit story your brother fed you behind us.”
***********
Miranda pulled into her driveway, shut the car off and walked into her house. As she leaned against her kitchen door, a smile crossed her lips.
“Fan-fuckin-tastic!” she squealed, ditching her shoes and running toward the stairs, planning a long hot shower. Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, Miranda wondered how she was ever going to sleep tonight. Jude J. Delan ey, the love from her past, was back in her present. Her feelings from the past came flooding in…love, passion, insecurity. I wonder if he feels the same way.
.
Chapter 13
Generally speaking, Miranda was not accustomed to sleeping late; no matter what time she went to bed. She rolled over and looked the alarm clock. It was already 10:00 am.
“Shit, I have way too much to do to be a lazy ass in bed.”
Miranda stumbled her way to the bathroom and washed up. She knew it was going to take several cups of coffee to motivate her to do more unpacking and getting the rest of the house functional. She grabbed a bowl of fruit salad from the refrigerator and ate while reading the newspaper online. A ‘blip’ popped up notifying her to check her email.
“Junk, junk and more junk,” she mumbled as she deleted them quickly until one caught her attention.
Good morning baby…lying here thinking of you.
Wish you were here… How about dinner tonight? ~Jude
Wow…he sent this 4 hours ago. Miranda smiled and replied.
Good morning Jude…I just woke up and I’m having breakfast. Going to unpack and settle in…how about my place around 7? I’ll cook. ~Mandy
Her cell phone rang a second later.
“Well hello, sleepyhead. You decided to get up?”
“It’s your fault, you know. You wore me out,” Miranda teased. “By the way, how did you get my email addy and phone number?”
“Phone numbers are easy…411 is quite helpful. Email addy…that was a bit more research…I have a connection or two,” Jude told her, using his best ‘mad scientist’ voice and laugh.
“Ahhh…so secretive, evil one. How does Caesar salad and lasagna sound?”
“Perfect baby…I’ll bring a bottle of wine, maybe two.”
“Fine, just no champagne…that shit goes straight to my head.”
“Hmmm, really? Champagne it is then!” Jude said with another evil laugh.
“Mr. Delaney , you are pure evil. See you at 7.”
Something gripped her stomach, hard. Jude said he had connections? That was the same word David used when describing the ‘kind of guy’ Jude was many years ago. Miranda pushed the fruit salad away and sipped her coffee as she walked into the living roo van>. e ‘kind m. She sat on the couch, drew her knees up and thought back to the conversation she and her brother had years ago.
“Mandy, he’s no good! You gotta get out of Willow and forget the bum! He has connections to some unsavory people,” David said as he roughly shook her shoulders.
“But, Davey, I love him…I told him so! How do I take that back and just leave?” Sobbing, Miranda could barely choke out the words.
“You don’t love him, Mandy. He is just the guy who took your virginity. You are lucky I didn’t kill the son of a bitch when I found out! Go to California to live with Aunt Sadie. She will take care of you until you find your way. Get a job, Mandy. Go to college, do whatever
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