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Authors: Linda Francis Lee
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experienced
at least one moment of unprotected sex in his lifetime. And
now he has a twelve-year-old boy to prove it. Travis will be staying in
my extra bedroom while
his mother looks for a job.
K
p.s. Sexy
butt in no time? Perhaps
will reconsider ankle weights...
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To: Katherine Bloom
     Chloe Sinclair
From: Julia Boudreaux
Subject: Questionable motivation
Inviting
the child to stay in the
house? And Jesse's child at that. Seems to me there is more to your
motivation than sheer cramped quarters. Careful, sugar. I don't want to
see you get hurt, and while
I was never very good at math, I can add and subtract. If the boy is
twelve, my calculations put his conception at just about
the same time you were proclaiming your undying love in the tree house.
xo,
Julia Scarlett Boudreaux
Five
Jesse and Travis sat at Katie's kitchen table, staring at the breakfast
Jesse had made.
"Pop-Tarts," Travis stated in a thoughtful, considering voice as the
morning sun rose in the distance.
Katie had already left for work, leaving the new father and son to make
heads or tails of their first day together.
"There's powdered sugar doughnuts, too," Jesse offered.
"A real health nut."
Jesse would have laughed if he hadn't been disconcerted about the fact
that he had said those exact
words to Katie. Had it really been only twenty-four hours since then?
He had stayed up late last night, sitting at the tiny table in the
guest cottage in shock.
Travis.
His son.
He still couldn't believe it.
He didn't want a son, at least at this point in his life.
And he definitely didn't know what to do with one. He also couldn't
believe he had offered to take
care of him until Belinda got settled.
But it was the strangest feeling seeing this kid. Shock, yes, but
something else, something that made everything else in his life seem
less significant. Which he couldn't believe he would actually think.
He was on the verge of winning the PGA Championship. He had the
opportunity to truly make a name for himself in this gameâas a golfer,
not as some bad boy whom the media loved to talk about. Which meant he
needed to practice. Concentrate. Focus. But all he could do was think
about the fact that he
had a son. And that made him think about his own father. A place he had
no interest in going.
After his mother died, it had been just the three guysâ Dad, Derek, and
Jesseâeach trying to find a
way to deal with Janie Chapman's death. He had been ten, Derek
eighteen, while their father lapsed into shock.
It had been six-year-old Katie who came to Jesse the night of the
funeral, slipping into his house after
all the people finally left and his dad and brother had gone to sleep.
She'd had her stuffed bear crammed under her arm as she climbed up
beside him.
"It's gonna be okay, Jesse," she had whispered, sticking her little arm
underneath his neck as he stared
up at the ceiling. It was the only time he let himself cry.
He had woken up at four in the morning, that damned bear clutched in
his arm, Katie curled against his side, sleeping the sleep of the dead.
As quietly as he could, so he wouldn't wake his father, he had shaken
her awake, taken her hand, and
led her barefoot through the lattice archway to her house. It was 4:15
by then, and when he pushed through the back door to the kitchen, her
mom was sitting at the table, crying. It wasn't a secret that
Mary Beth's newest husband had just moved out.
Even at that age Jesse could tell Katie's mom would be considered a
beautiful woman, fiery and wild.
It was like men were drawn to her in spite of better sense.
"Hi, Jess," Mary Beth had said to him, wiping her eyes, before adding
to Katie, "Hey, sleepyhead."
Just that, nothing elseâno lectures, no outrage that he was bringing
her
at least one moment of unprotected sex in his lifetime. And
now he has a twelve-year-old boy to prove it. Travis will be staying in
my extra bedroom while
his mother looks for a job.
K
p.s. Sexy
butt in no time? Perhaps
will reconsider ankle weights...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Â
To: Katherine Bloom
     Chloe Sinclair
From: Julia Boudreaux
Subject: Questionable motivation
Inviting
the child to stay in the
house? And Jesse's child at that. Seems to me there is more to your
motivation than sheer cramped quarters. Careful, sugar. I don't want to
see you get hurt, and while
I was never very good at math, I can add and subtract. If the boy is
twelve, my calculations put his conception at just about
the same time you were proclaiming your undying love in the tree house.
xo,
Julia Scarlett Boudreaux
Five
Jesse and Travis sat at Katie's kitchen table, staring at the breakfast
Jesse had made.
"Pop-Tarts," Travis stated in a thoughtful, considering voice as the
morning sun rose in the distance.
Katie had already left for work, leaving the new father and son to make
heads or tails of their first day together.
"There's powdered sugar doughnuts, too," Jesse offered.
"A real health nut."
Jesse would have laughed if he hadn't been disconcerted about the fact
that he had said those exact
words to Katie. Had it really been only twenty-four hours since then?
He had stayed up late last night, sitting at the tiny table in the
guest cottage in shock.
Travis.
His son.
He still couldn't believe it.
He didn't want a son, at least at this point in his life.
And he definitely didn't know what to do with one. He also couldn't
believe he had offered to take
care of him until Belinda got settled.
But it was the strangest feeling seeing this kid. Shock, yes, but
something else, something that made everything else in his life seem
less significant. Which he couldn't believe he would actually think.
He was on the verge of winning the PGA Championship. He had the
opportunity to truly make a name for himself in this gameâas a golfer,
not as some bad boy whom the media loved to talk about. Which meant he
needed to practice. Concentrate. Focus. But all he could do was think
about the fact that he
had a son. And that made him think about his own father. A place he had
no interest in going.
After his mother died, it had been just the three guysâ Dad, Derek, and
Jesseâeach trying to find a
way to deal with Janie Chapman's death. He had been ten, Derek
eighteen, while their father lapsed into shock.
It had been six-year-old Katie who came to Jesse the night of the
funeral, slipping into his house after
all the people finally left and his dad and brother had gone to sleep.
She'd had her stuffed bear crammed under her arm as she climbed up
beside him.
"It's gonna be okay, Jesse," she had whispered, sticking her little arm
underneath his neck as he stared
up at the ceiling. It was the only time he let himself cry.
He had woken up at four in the morning, that damned bear clutched in
his arm, Katie curled against his side, sleeping the sleep of the dead.
As quietly as he could, so he wouldn't wake his father, he had shaken
her awake, taken her hand, and
led her barefoot through the lattice archway to her house. It was 4:15
by then, and when he pushed through the back door to the kitchen, her
mom was sitting at the table, crying. It wasn't a secret that
Mary Beth's newest husband had just moved out.
Even at that age Jesse could tell Katie's mom would be considered a
beautiful woman, fiery and wild.
It was like men were drawn to her in spite of better sense.
"Hi, Jess," Mary Beth had said to him, wiping her eyes, before adding
to Katie, "Hey, sleepyhead."
Just that, nothing elseâno lectures, no outrage that he was bringing
her
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