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speak to your mother, young lady,” her father said in a way that brought to Taylor’s mind a flashback of him pulling off his belt when she was thirteen. But she wasn’t thirteen anymore.
“You may have brought me into this world, but I stopped having a mother and father a long time ago. I will call the sheriff if you’re not out of here by the time I count to five.” Taylor pulled out her cell phone and pushed 9-1-1 onto the keyboard. “I told you last time, I never want to see you again. Now get the hell off my property!” Taylor yelled, losing all her patience.
“This isn’t over!” her mother shot back as her father hurried them into the car.
“Yes, it is. It was over when the judge signed the order all those years ago.” Taylor put her phone away as they drove off into the night. Her nerves were frayed and the sound of clapping only pissed her off more.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Taylor snipped.
A sexy woman grinned from where she stood on the beach with a great pair of heels dangling from her fingertips. Her dark brown hair shone in the moonlight and her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Sure did. All this time I thought you were some helpless, ditzy blonde. Who knew? But, you go, girl is all I have to say. I might actually go see one of your movies now.” She flashed a smile and Taylor relaxed against her door and returned the smile before the woman sauntered off down the beach. The stranger’s praise boosted her spirits. She was woman and everyone had just heard her roar.
Taylor limped back inside and changed into her pajamas. She pushed open the window so she could listen to the waves and crawled under the covers. Tomorrow was a new day and she wanted to make the most of it. Her mind was already rearranging the shooting schedule to get them back on track when she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Trey drove past the stadium with purpose. He had a plan for the most romantic proposal. He drove across Captain’s Bridge and stopped at the “Welcome to Hung Island” sign. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture of him next to the sign.
Can’t wait to be home with you, he texted to Taylor. He hopped back in the car and headed to their favorite restaurant.
He ordered her favorite meal and snapped a picture of the food when it arrived. Bringing my love her favorite dinner. He hurried to the car and planned out the rest of the pictures. When he was close to home, he stopped and took a picture of himself on the beach. Can’t wait to spend every night with you on our beach . The next picture would be of him in their living room down on one knee. Trey planned on asking Taylor to get the dinners set out while he snapped the picture and sent it to her phone. Taylor would get it while in the kitchen and then come out and see him on one knee.
As he pulled up, the nervous energy nearly made him crash into the house. “Taylor?” he called out. But there was no answer. He stepped further into the house. “Did you get my pictures?”
A pillow launched through the door and hit him on the face. “Your pictures? You bet I got your pictures. I can’t escape your damn pictures and here you come acting all innocent,” Taylor cried.
“I thought you’d like them. I thought they were sweet. I’m sorry they upset you.” Trey’s shoulders slumped. Where did he go wrong?
“You think pictures of you with your face in some stripper’s tits is sweet?”
Trey paused in his thinking. “What? Strippers?"
“You got that innocent act down pat and here I thought I was the actor in the family. So, this is the male bonding you were doing with the guys? Too bad someone decided to take pictures and now they’re all over the internet and entertainment television. Grant’s been shoving them in my face all day. Cyndi Lu’s been telling me to leave your cheating ass. And after last night, it’s just too much for me to handle.”
Taylor walked over to the table and set her tablet down in
“You may have brought me into this world, but I stopped having a mother and father a long time ago. I will call the sheriff if you’re not out of here by the time I count to five.” Taylor pulled out her cell phone and pushed 9-1-1 onto the keyboard. “I told you last time, I never want to see you again. Now get the hell off my property!” Taylor yelled, losing all her patience.
“This isn’t over!” her mother shot back as her father hurried them into the car.
“Yes, it is. It was over when the judge signed the order all those years ago.” Taylor put her phone away as they drove off into the night. Her nerves were frayed and the sound of clapping only pissed her off more.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Taylor snipped.
A sexy woman grinned from where she stood on the beach with a great pair of heels dangling from her fingertips. Her dark brown hair shone in the moonlight and her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Sure did. All this time I thought you were some helpless, ditzy blonde. Who knew? But, you go, girl is all I have to say. I might actually go see one of your movies now.” She flashed a smile and Taylor relaxed against her door and returned the smile before the woman sauntered off down the beach. The stranger’s praise boosted her spirits. She was woman and everyone had just heard her roar.
Taylor limped back inside and changed into her pajamas. She pushed open the window so she could listen to the waves and crawled under the covers. Tomorrow was a new day and she wanted to make the most of it. Her mind was already rearranging the shooting schedule to get them back on track when she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Trey drove past the stadium with purpose. He had a plan for the most romantic proposal. He drove across Captain’s Bridge and stopped at the “Welcome to Hung Island” sign. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture of him next to the sign.
Can’t wait to be home with you, he texted to Taylor. He hopped back in the car and headed to their favorite restaurant.
He ordered her favorite meal and snapped a picture of the food when it arrived. Bringing my love her favorite dinner. He hurried to the car and planned out the rest of the pictures. When he was close to home, he stopped and took a picture of himself on the beach. Can’t wait to spend every night with you on our beach . The next picture would be of him in their living room down on one knee. Trey planned on asking Taylor to get the dinners set out while he snapped the picture and sent it to her phone. Taylor would get it while in the kitchen and then come out and see him on one knee.
As he pulled up, the nervous energy nearly made him crash into the house. “Taylor?” he called out. But there was no answer. He stepped further into the house. “Did you get my pictures?”
A pillow launched through the door and hit him on the face. “Your pictures? You bet I got your pictures. I can’t escape your damn pictures and here you come acting all innocent,” Taylor cried.
“I thought you’d like them. I thought they were sweet. I’m sorry they upset you.” Trey’s shoulders slumped. Where did he go wrong?
“You think pictures of you with your face in some stripper’s tits is sweet?”
Trey paused in his thinking. “What? Strippers?"
“You got that innocent act down pat and here I thought I was the actor in the family. So, this is the male bonding you were doing with the guys? Too bad someone decided to take pictures and now they’re all over the internet and entertainment television. Grant’s been shoving them in my face all day. Cyndi Lu’s been telling me to leave your cheating ass. And after last night, it’s just too much for me to handle.”
Taylor walked over to the table and set her tablet down in
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