could she take such a gift from someone who didn’t give a rip about her? She wanted to tear it up and shove it down the disposal.
Megan must have read her mind. “I understand if you don’t want to take it. I’m just trying to fulfill her wishes.”
Poor girl. None of this was her fault. She didn’t ask to be the one child her mother wanted. Here she was, still grieving and learning the mother she loved more than anyone left behind a child that was Megan’s sister. “I’m sorry if I seem standoffish with you.” Lacy pushed down her need to resent her half-sister. “I don’t understand any of this,” she announced, shaking her head. “Why would she abandon me, then want me to have this money?”
Megan lifted her petite shoulders in a helpless shrug. “I wish I knew. She doesn’t explain any of it in the letter she left for me or her will. Maybe it’s something she only wanted you to know.” Her last word came out on a slight hitch. She took a sip from her water. Her chin trembled while she drank and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Lacy felt sorry for her. It was clear the girl had been having a difficult time dealing with everything. She lost both her parents in a short amount of time and learned she had a half-sister. Lacy could sympathize.
Neither one of them said anything for a moment. Heck, Lacy couldn’t talk even if she had something to say. She didn’t trust her voice to come out strong enough to say something intelligible. In the matter of an hour, her world had been flipped upside down. Nothing made sense, her chest felt tight, and unwanted tears threatened to blur her vision. Why her? Why did the bad shit always surround her?
“I’ve decided to stay in the area for a few more days. I could really use a break from Southern California, or maybe reality altogether. It’s so quaint here. People aren’t in a rush and they smile at you.” She pulled out a little silver pen and a slip of paper from her purse. “Here’s my cell phone number in case you need–” She lifted her shoulders as she stood. “I don’t know, to talk about anything. Or, if there’s anything you want to know about Mom.”
Lacy stood and walked Megan to the door. The girl was tall for a nineteen-year-old. Lacy was only five-seven and Megan looked like she had to be at least five-ten. She smelled good, too. The scent of expensive perfume, like maybe Elizabeth Arden, made a trail from the table to the front door. Lacy took the piece of paper with the cell phone number when Megan handed it to her. “Thanks for listening. I’m really sorry about…everything. I’d be happy to tell you anything you want to know about Mom.”
Still not trusting her voice, Lacy nodded and offered what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Megan slid a giant pair of dark sunglasses over eyes and walked out the door. Lacy shut the door behind Megan without waiting for her to drive away. For some reason, she didn’t want to see what kind of expensive, luxury car her half-sister drove.
****
The gorgeous female sitting next to him blinked her big, beautiful eyes. Dark, spiky lashes lined her eyelids and her cute, pouty mouth smiled when he brought the spoon to her mouth. She loved to be fed, and Chase loved nothing more than to indulge her. Her downy soft hair felt like feathers beneath his fingertips when he ran his hand through her curls. He could touch her all night long, and she loved to be played with. She had the softest, sweetest giggle Chase had ever heard. He’d spent the better part of his night off making her laugh and holding her. She was one of the few females on the planet he looked forward to spending time with.
She accepted the spoon when he put it in her mouth. Her lips moved as she worked the food around then swallowed. A satisfied smile tugged the corners of his lips when she swallowed all of the green beans. The last time he fed her green beans, she spit them all out and some of the green gunk had ended up on his
Megan must have read her mind. “I understand if you don’t want to take it. I’m just trying to fulfill her wishes.”
Poor girl. None of this was her fault. She didn’t ask to be the one child her mother wanted. Here she was, still grieving and learning the mother she loved more than anyone left behind a child that was Megan’s sister. “I’m sorry if I seem standoffish with you.” Lacy pushed down her need to resent her half-sister. “I don’t understand any of this,” she announced, shaking her head. “Why would she abandon me, then want me to have this money?”
Megan lifted her petite shoulders in a helpless shrug. “I wish I knew. She doesn’t explain any of it in the letter she left for me or her will. Maybe it’s something she only wanted you to know.” Her last word came out on a slight hitch. She took a sip from her water. Her chin trembled while she drank and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Lacy felt sorry for her. It was clear the girl had been having a difficult time dealing with everything. She lost both her parents in a short amount of time and learned she had a half-sister. Lacy could sympathize.
Neither one of them said anything for a moment. Heck, Lacy couldn’t talk even if she had something to say. She didn’t trust her voice to come out strong enough to say something intelligible. In the matter of an hour, her world had been flipped upside down. Nothing made sense, her chest felt tight, and unwanted tears threatened to blur her vision. Why her? Why did the bad shit always surround her?
“I’ve decided to stay in the area for a few more days. I could really use a break from Southern California, or maybe reality altogether. It’s so quaint here. People aren’t in a rush and they smile at you.” She pulled out a little silver pen and a slip of paper from her purse. “Here’s my cell phone number in case you need–” She lifted her shoulders as she stood. “I don’t know, to talk about anything. Or, if there’s anything you want to know about Mom.”
Lacy stood and walked Megan to the door. The girl was tall for a nineteen-year-old. Lacy was only five-seven and Megan looked like she had to be at least five-ten. She smelled good, too. The scent of expensive perfume, like maybe Elizabeth Arden, made a trail from the table to the front door. Lacy took the piece of paper with the cell phone number when Megan handed it to her. “Thanks for listening. I’m really sorry about…everything. I’d be happy to tell you anything you want to know about Mom.”
Still not trusting her voice, Lacy nodded and offered what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Megan slid a giant pair of dark sunglasses over eyes and walked out the door. Lacy shut the door behind Megan without waiting for her to drive away. For some reason, she didn’t want to see what kind of expensive, luxury car her half-sister drove.
****
The gorgeous female sitting next to him blinked her big, beautiful eyes. Dark, spiky lashes lined her eyelids and her cute, pouty mouth smiled when he brought the spoon to her mouth. She loved to be fed, and Chase loved nothing more than to indulge her. Her downy soft hair felt like feathers beneath his fingertips when he ran his hand through her curls. He could touch her all night long, and she loved to be played with. She had the softest, sweetest giggle Chase had ever heard. He’d spent the better part of his night off making her laugh and holding her. She was one of the few females on the planet he looked forward to spending time with.
She accepted the spoon when he put it in her mouth. Her lips moved as she worked the food around then swallowed. A satisfied smile tugged the corners of his lips when she swallowed all of the green beans. The last time he fed her green beans, she spit them all out and some of the green gunk had ended up on his
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