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Authors: Jevenna Willow
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the one she’d borrowed from the mansion’s
garage was the only one he’d considered his priceless baby.
Jesus! A fucking car was more important to him than his
fiancés pride.
Mack had a private chauffeur to drive him most places.
A large sixty-foot yacht moored down at the Miami Marina for use on the
weekends. He had eight live-in household staff, within a thirteen thousand
square foot mega-mansion, who atoned to his every demand. Six men and two women
catered to him night and day. He had his very own personal shopper. He didn’t
need the car.
She did.
Well . . . had.
Now, with said car stolen right here in barely
noticeable, little ole` Preacher’s Bend, the very place Mack did not want to
hear about . . . ever ?
There really was no way she could tell Mack about the
car without ending up in jail. Good God! She couldn’t end in jail or be
hated by Mack! They’re getting married to each other in less than three weeks,
technicalities aside.
And now she had to deal with Jake, on top of
everything else?
Good grief! This just kept getting better and better.
And why in God’s name did her soon-to-be ex-husband
have to be so damn good looking, smell so great, and look so unbearably sexy
dressed in a suit and brown loafers, her lower half heating up far faster than
ever before with this man. Why did she foolishly turn her head in that miserable
restaurant and find him today, of all days?
Jake did not calculate his life as efficiently as Mack
Wells did. He grabbed life by the horns and with both hands held on for dear
life, for the full eight-second ride. Darling Mack could barely make it through
three seconds on a bull, mechanical or otherwise. Not that Liddy would’ve held any
less than physical skills against him . . .
Jesus! Why on Earth was she even comparing the two? Doing so was not a smart thing; Mack was so much more
compared to Jake.
The Jake she remembered would’ve shrugged off a stolen
car. He would’ve had a cold beer down at local watering hole with his best
friend Gill. A hearty laugh, much later on, about the distasteful episode. He
would’ve simply waited for his car to be brought back to him.
Arrogant bastard !
She, on the other hand, did not have the time to wait
for its return. She had places to go, people to meet, and a wedding to
finalize.
Time was always on Jake’s side. Liddy was running out
of it.
And if anyone dared get her started on what arguing
inside Rachel’s with this man had felt like . . .
A good pair of white socks, bleached and put through
the wringer—repeatedly, until stripped to the bare threads—was feeling far less
pain than she. Most of her shed tears had been made because he’d caught her
completely off guard. The rest were quite unexpected from what she could only
guess to be ten years of missing this arrogant jerk, so terribly; at times it’d
been all she could do not to have coming running back to Preacher’s Bend with her
tail tucked between her legs, and just forgive the egotistical bastard for
being such a complete and utter jackass.
Mack benefited her greatly. When she needed him the
most, when she needed answers and comfort from someone who did not know her, or
knew of what she’d done, Mack had been there. He’d held her head up high, kept
her in check and on track; especially when she’d about thrown in the towel
those first years.
Mack had done everything he was supposed to do. He was
a good guy. Doing what he was supposed to have done led him to consider having
her walking down the aisle toward him.
Nevertheless, Mack wasn’t here. Jake was; stood right
in front of her. Judging her!
This brought back a lifetime of memories at full tilt,
and all of those memories collided inside her to produce one hell of a
heartache beneath the breastbone. It staggered her to acknowledge Jake could do
this to her; make it hurt as much as it was hurting. Then, get away with it!
Liddy did not come to this point in her life, or all
this way, for Jake
garage was the only one he’d considered his priceless baby.
Jesus! A fucking car was more important to him than his
fiancés pride.
Mack had a private chauffeur to drive him most places.
A large sixty-foot yacht moored down at the Miami Marina for use on the
weekends. He had eight live-in household staff, within a thirteen thousand
square foot mega-mansion, who atoned to his every demand. Six men and two women
catered to him night and day. He had his very own personal shopper. He didn’t
need the car.
She did.
Well . . . had.
Now, with said car stolen right here in barely
noticeable, little ole` Preacher’s Bend, the very place Mack did not want to
hear about . . . ever ?
There really was no way she could tell Mack about the
car without ending up in jail. Good God! She couldn’t end in jail or be
hated by Mack! They’re getting married to each other in less than three weeks,
technicalities aside.
And now she had to deal with Jake, on top of
everything else?
Good grief! This just kept getting better and better.
And why in God’s name did her soon-to-be ex-husband
have to be so damn good looking, smell so great, and look so unbearably sexy
dressed in a suit and brown loafers, her lower half heating up far faster than
ever before with this man. Why did she foolishly turn her head in that miserable
restaurant and find him today, of all days?
Jake did not calculate his life as efficiently as Mack
Wells did. He grabbed life by the horns and with both hands held on for dear
life, for the full eight-second ride. Darling Mack could barely make it through
three seconds on a bull, mechanical or otherwise. Not that Liddy would’ve held any
less than physical skills against him . . .
Jesus! Why on Earth was she even comparing the two? Doing so was not a smart thing; Mack was so much more
compared to Jake.
The Jake she remembered would’ve shrugged off a stolen
car. He would’ve had a cold beer down at local watering hole with his best
friend Gill. A hearty laugh, much later on, about the distasteful episode. He
would’ve simply waited for his car to be brought back to him.
Arrogant bastard !
She, on the other hand, did not have the time to wait
for its return. She had places to go, people to meet, and a wedding to
finalize.
Time was always on Jake’s side. Liddy was running out
of it.
And if anyone dared get her started on what arguing
inside Rachel’s with this man had felt like . . .
A good pair of white socks, bleached and put through
the wringer—repeatedly, until stripped to the bare threads—was feeling far less
pain than she. Most of her shed tears had been made because he’d caught her
completely off guard. The rest were quite unexpected from what she could only
guess to be ten years of missing this arrogant jerk, so terribly; at times it’d
been all she could do not to have coming running back to Preacher’s Bend with her
tail tucked between her legs, and just forgive the egotistical bastard for
being such a complete and utter jackass.
Mack benefited her greatly. When she needed him the
most, when she needed answers and comfort from someone who did not know her, or
knew of what she’d done, Mack had been there. He’d held her head up high, kept
her in check and on track; especially when she’d about thrown in the towel
those first years.
Mack had done everything he was supposed to do. He was
a good guy. Doing what he was supposed to have done led him to consider having
her walking down the aisle toward him.
Nevertheless, Mack wasn’t here. Jake was; stood right
in front of her. Judging her!
This brought back a lifetime of memories at full tilt,
and all of those memories collided inside her to produce one hell of a
heartache beneath the breastbone. It staggered her to acknowledge Jake could do
this to her; make it hurt as much as it was hurting. Then, get away with it!
Liddy did not come to this point in her life, or all
this way, for Jake
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