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Authors: Brenda Jackson
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teenager.”
Barbara sighed. Maybe Courtney thought it should be more natural, but she for one didn’t think it was. At the moment she just couldn’t think about having sex with Rick. In fact, she couldn’t think about having sex with any man. Although she would admit those kisses she and Rick had shared on Wednesday had been…how would Courtney describe it? Off the charts.
She smiled thinking that she had never been kissed that way before, with so much intensity and hunger. He had nibbled at her lips the same way he’d nibbled at those cookies.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with women having their own stash of condoms, Mom.”
Barbara stopped folding clothes again and just stared at her daughter. “What are you trying to do? Put ideas in my head?”
“No. I just want you to know it’s okay to embrace your sexuality.”
She gave her daughter a half smile and glanced back down at her towels. “I’m not from that time era, Courtney.”
“I don’t care what era you’re from, all women have needs that will get the best of them sooner or later, so I suggest you be prepared in case it might be sooner than later.”
Barbara shrugged. “I don’t appeal to Rick that way.”
Courtney laughed. “Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself? If you’re trying to convince me don’t waste your time. And you can’t judge Detective Blair by Dad’s actions. They’re not the same man.”
Now that much Barbara believed.
“And speaking of Dad, what’s up with him?”
Barbara placed the clothes aside and raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“He’s acting like a sore loser. He knows you’re seeing someone, although I don’t think he knows who. He tried to weasel it out of me and couldn’t. I told him it really wasn’t any of his business who you dated and if he was beginning to feel bored that maybe he should call his old friend Ashira Wilson. And that maybe a trip with her back to Hawaii would be nice.”
Barbara gaped at Courtney for a moment. She really shouldn’t be surprised she’d told her father that. Courtney liked reminding him that he had been the one who’d screwed up in their marriage and not her mother.
“Anyway,” Courtney was saying. “I believe he thought getting you back would be easy, but now the thought that he might be losing you, really losing you, is a bitter pill for him to swallow. He’s fighting it all the way. I sense he’s not going down in defeat easily.”
Barbara shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve never given Ron a reason to think we could ever repair our marriage. And if your father wants to live under the false allusion that we can, then I feel sorry for him.”
And she really meant it. A part of her did feel sorry for him. He’d lost his teaching job at the university and was doing consulting work for some tourist company mainly from home. She wondered just where all his sophisticated hoochies were when he needed them?
She drew in a deep breath, not wanting to be bitter and knowing that no matter what, she really did wish Ron the best and wanted him to get on with his life, like she was trying to get on with hers.
Deciding she needed to change the subject, she asked. “So are we on for next Saturday? Shopping and then lunch, followed by that jewelry show at the St. Laurent Hotel?”
“Yes.”
Courtney didn’t know it but a surprised bridal shower was being planned for her that day at the hotel. Barbara’s job was to make sure her daughter showed up. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”
Eight
Rick glanced over at Barbara as Sid led two horses over toward them. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was excited about the aspect of riding one of them.
When he’d arrived at her house early that morning, she had opened the door to him wide awake with a smile on her face and ready to go. And she’d already been dressed in the proper riding attire.
During the drive to Ocala, she’d shared with him about her five years
Barbara sighed. Maybe Courtney thought it should be more natural, but she for one didn’t think it was. At the moment she just couldn’t think about having sex with Rick. In fact, she couldn’t think about having sex with any man. Although she would admit those kisses she and Rick had shared on Wednesday had been…how would Courtney describe it? Off the charts.
She smiled thinking that she had never been kissed that way before, with so much intensity and hunger. He had nibbled at her lips the same way he’d nibbled at those cookies.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with women having their own stash of condoms, Mom.”
Barbara stopped folding clothes again and just stared at her daughter. “What are you trying to do? Put ideas in my head?”
“No. I just want you to know it’s okay to embrace your sexuality.”
She gave her daughter a half smile and glanced back down at her towels. “I’m not from that time era, Courtney.”
“I don’t care what era you’re from, all women have needs that will get the best of them sooner or later, so I suggest you be prepared in case it might be sooner than later.”
Barbara shrugged. “I don’t appeal to Rick that way.”
Courtney laughed. “Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself? If you’re trying to convince me don’t waste your time. And you can’t judge Detective Blair by Dad’s actions. They’re not the same man.”
Now that much Barbara believed.
“And speaking of Dad, what’s up with him?”
Barbara placed the clothes aside and raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“He’s acting like a sore loser. He knows you’re seeing someone, although I don’t think he knows who. He tried to weasel it out of me and couldn’t. I told him it really wasn’t any of his business who you dated and if he was beginning to feel bored that maybe he should call his old friend Ashira Wilson. And that maybe a trip with her back to Hawaii would be nice.”
Barbara gaped at Courtney for a moment. She really shouldn’t be surprised she’d told her father that. Courtney liked reminding him that he had been the one who’d screwed up in their marriage and not her mother.
“Anyway,” Courtney was saying. “I believe he thought getting you back would be easy, but now the thought that he might be losing you, really losing you, is a bitter pill for him to swallow. He’s fighting it all the way. I sense he’s not going down in defeat easily.”
Barbara shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve never given Ron a reason to think we could ever repair our marriage. And if your father wants to live under the false allusion that we can, then I feel sorry for him.”
And she really meant it. A part of her did feel sorry for him. He’d lost his teaching job at the university and was doing consulting work for some tourist company mainly from home. She wondered just where all his sophisticated hoochies were when he needed them?
She drew in a deep breath, not wanting to be bitter and knowing that no matter what, she really did wish Ron the best and wanted him to get on with his life, like she was trying to get on with hers.
Deciding she needed to change the subject, she asked. “So are we on for next Saturday? Shopping and then lunch, followed by that jewelry show at the St. Laurent Hotel?”
“Yes.”
Courtney didn’t know it but a surprised bridal shower was being planned for her that day at the hotel. Barbara’s job was to make sure her daughter showed up. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”
Eight
Rick glanced over at Barbara as Sid led two horses over toward them. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was excited about the aspect of riding one of them.
When he’d arrived at her house early that morning, she had opened the door to him wide awake with a smile on her face and ready to go. And she’d already been dressed in the proper riding attire.
During the drive to Ocala, she’d shared with him about her five years
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