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the side of the bed. “Don’t you see, Michael?
You’ve set yourself on a path to ignore your father, the same way he set himself on
a path to ignore you. He was wrong then and you’re wrong now.”
“You can’t seriously be comparing me to him. There is no comparison in how he treated
us and the way I’m treating him. No comparison at all.”
She sighed. “I know you don’t see one, but it’s there. Answer me this, Michael. Do
you love me?”
He looked directly into her eyes. “Of course I love you. That’s a stupid question.
Don’t I show my love all the time? See, now he’s got you questioning my love.”
She shook her head. “Not him. You. Why didn’t you tell me that Abraham Martin was
your father before we got married?”
“There was nothing to tell. That old man was never a father to me.”
“That’s not good enough,” she said, needing a better explanation.
He reached up, pulled her down to lie flat against him and began to massage her pregnant
belly. “Because I didn’t want you to marry me for money you thought I might inherit
one day,” he said with a grin. “Now stop asking these crazy questions. You’re going
to make our baby dizzy.”
Josette allowed him to coax her out of her upset. She settled against him. “Will you
do one thing for me, Michael?”
He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Don’t ask me to go see the old man, because
I’m not. Anything else and you’ve got it.”
“Please reconsider your plans for revenge against your father.”
“What plans?”
“Don’t deny them. Not tonight. Not now. I’ve overheard enough of your phone conversations
to know you’re plotting something. All I ask is that you reconsider your plans. Think
about how they’ll affect your mother and Deborah. Think about how they’ll affect our
baby and us. Don’t let your animosity toward your father cause you to hurt the people
you claim to love. I beg you.”
Chapter Thirteen
R ebecca lay in the antique four-poster bed she shared with her husband, staring out
at the Atlanta skyline from the floor-to-ceiling windows of their midtown Atlanta
condo. She loved the view, and everything about the condo, which had been a gift from
Isaac’s parents. On any other night she’d lose herself in the starry sky and her concerns
would fade away.
Not tonight. Her mind was too crowded, her heart too anxious. She loved Isaac more
than she thought she could love a man, and she knew he loved her. She just hoped he
loved her enough to forgive her.
“Well, I did try,” Isaac said, flicking off the light to the master bathroom. He yawned
as he headed toward the bed. “That’s all I can do. Maybe Michael will change his mind.”
Rebecca pulled back the duvet bedcover so he could join her. He’d had a long, stressful
day, and she knew he needed to rest.“Don’t count on it,” she said. “Michael’s deep-seated resentment toward your father
is not going to change overnight.”
He sank down in the bed and pulled her close to him. “Maybe you’re right, but it means
so much to Dad. Maybe I should try harder with Michael.”
She wrapped her arms around his middle, needing a greater connection with him. “I
think you should stay as far away from Michael as possible. He’s not to be trusted.”
He kissed her forehead. “You’re starting to sound like my mother.”
“Well, I agree with her on some things. For one, I think you should go back to MEEG,
especially now that your father is ill. We still don’t know how long he’s going to
be out of commission.”
“Mom’s there,” Isaac said. “And you’re there. Certainly MEEG can get along with one
missing Martin.”
“But you need to be there, too,” she said. “Your mother’s right. MEEG is your birthright.
You can’t just give it up.”
He rubbed his temples, a sure sign that he was stressed out. “Using that logic, it’s
as much Michael’s and
You’ve set yourself on a path to ignore your father, the same way he set himself on
a path to ignore you. He was wrong then and you’re wrong now.”
“You can’t seriously be comparing me to him. There is no comparison in how he treated
us and the way I’m treating him. No comparison at all.”
She sighed. “I know you don’t see one, but it’s there. Answer me this, Michael. Do
you love me?”
He looked directly into her eyes. “Of course I love you. That’s a stupid question.
Don’t I show my love all the time? See, now he’s got you questioning my love.”
She shook her head. “Not him. You. Why didn’t you tell me that Abraham Martin was
your father before we got married?”
“There was nothing to tell. That old man was never a father to me.”
“That’s not good enough,” she said, needing a better explanation.
He reached up, pulled her down to lie flat against him and began to massage her pregnant
belly. “Because I didn’t want you to marry me for money you thought I might inherit
one day,” he said with a grin. “Now stop asking these crazy questions. You’re going
to make our baby dizzy.”
Josette allowed him to coax her out of her upset. She settled against him. “Will you
do one thing for me, Michael?”
He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Don’t ask me to go see the old man, because
I’m not. Anything else and you’ve got it.”
“Please reconsider your plans for revenge against your father.”
“What plans?”
“Don’t deny them. Not tonight. Not now. I’ve overheard enough of your phone conversations
to know you’re plotting something. All I ask is that you reconsider your plans. Think
about how they’ll affect your mother and Deborah. Think about how they’ll affect our
baby and us. Don’t let your animosity toward your father cause you to hurt the people
you claim to love. I beg you.”
Chapter Thirteen
R ebecca lay in the antique four-poster bed she shared with her husband, staring out
at the Atlanta skyline from the floor-to-ceiling windows of their midtown Atlanta
condo. She loved the view, and everything about the condo, which had been a gift from
Isaac’s parents. On any other night she’d lose herself in the starry sky and her concerns
would fade away.
Not tonight. Her mind was too crowded, her heart too anxious. She loved Isaac more
than she thought she could love a man, and she knew he loved her. She just hoped he
loved her enough to forgive her.
“Well, I did try,” Isaac said, flicking off the light to the master bathroom. He yawned
as he headed toward the bed. “That’s all I can do. Maybe Michael will change his mind.”
Rebecca pulled back the duvet bedcover so he could join her. He’d had a long, stressful
day, and she knew he needed to rest.“Don’t count on it,” she said. “Michael’s deep-seated resentment toward your father
is not going to change overnight.”
He sank down in the bed and pulled her close to him. “Maybe you’re right, but it means
so much to Dad. Maybe I should try harder with Michael.”
She wrapped her arms around his middle, needing a greater connection with him. “I
think you should stay as far away from Michael as possible. He’s not to be trusted.”
He kissed her forehead. “You’re starting to sound like my mother.”
“Well, I agree with her on some things. For one, I think you should go back to MEEG,
especially now that your father is ill. We still don’t know how long he’s going to
be out of commission.”
“Mom’s there,” Isaac said. “And you’re there. Certainly MEEG can get along with one
missing Martin.”
“But you need to be there, too,” she said. “Your mother’s right. MEEG is your birthright.
You can’t just give it up.”
He rubbed his temples, a sure sign that he was stressed out. “Using that logic, it’s
as much Michael’s and
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