Authors: Eve Vaughn
“Jess, if he presses for visitation rights, they’ll probably be granted. Besides, he owes you some kind of support for the kids. The store is doing well, no doubt, but raising one child is expensive. Just think of the cost of raising two.”
Jessica shrugged. “My parents did it.”
“And there were two of them. There’s only one of you. Be realistic here. Can you really keep Simon away if he wants to be a part of their lives?”
“I guess not, but I’ll deal with it when the time comes.”
“No,” her friend said firmly, shaking her head. “You’ll have to deal with it now. Bottling things up is what got you here in the first place.”
Jessica put her glass down, and wobbled off her chair until she stood. It was getting harder each week to move freely. “I know, but it’s hard for me to reconcile the man I believed I loved to someone who could maliciously beat a teenager to death.” She began to pace up and down the lawn, needing to keep in motion.
“Something else you may want to think about is there were three other men involved, one of whom confessed to being the ringleader and the other two agreed, so you don’t actually know what Simon’s role was that night. Maybe you need to talk to him and hear what happened that night from his point of view. I think it’ll help you move on. I know it hurts, sweetie, but its best to deal with these issues now when you’re around people who are trained to help you. If you leave it until later, it would probably hurt far more in the long run and possibly affect your children. I know you don’t want that.”
Ellie’s words made sense, but how could she face him knowing what he’d done? How he’d made her fall in love with him and basically made a fool out of her. And worst of all, how could she look him in the face when her feelings for him remained unresolved? “Yes, I know.”
As if Ellie had read her mind, she asked, “Do you still love him?”
As much as Jessica wanted to deny it, part of her therapy was being
completely honest with herself and others about her feelings. “I’m not sure. I loved him with all my heart. I know it happened quickly but my heart was completely engaged. That’s not something you can easily turn off. If I could, maybe this ordeal would be a little easier to bear.” Since learning of his accident, she’d thought about Simon and his well-being. If his mother was to be believed, she wouldn’t have wished that fate on anyone, not even Simon. Part of her wanted to see him, but another part wouldn’t let her. These conflicting emotions confused the hell out of her.
“From my brief encounter with him, I’d say he is sorry, but I understand how hard it to forgive something so unconscionable and how he got to walk away from it because his father has money. That being said, he was a teenager himself when it happened. Maybe he was in a different place when it happened—or perhaps a different person. Twelve years is more than enough time for someone to change. I think you owe it to your children to have a sit-down with him.”
Jessica raised her brow. “Why are you suddenly being so solicitous toward him? Remember you were angry with him as well.”
“I was upset how he didn’t tell you who he was, which opened you up to this double heartache, but I’ve given this situation a lot of thought. The way he looked when I saw him haunts me. A man wouldn’t look like he’s gone through hell and back if he didn’t love you. How do you know that you wouldn’t have done the same thing if the situations were reversed?”
“You mean getting a group of my friends to beat his sibling because I didn’t like the color of their skin?” Jessica snorted.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean, Jess. Stop being so damned facetious. Besides, if he was racist he would hardly have been with you, right? That’s what got me to thinking. Had you been in his place, could you have walked away once you learned the truth? From what you told me, the two of you fell in love fast but deeply. The man was probably terrified of what you’d say, because by that point he’d fallen in love with you and didn’t want to risk losing you.”
“How can you possibly know what went on in his head?”
Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, but I’ve pieced things together by what you’ve told me and from my observations of his visit to you. I don’t know if his words registered, but he sounded sincere. Perhaps I’m a sucker for thinking this, but I believed him.”
“I’d be a traitor to Jason’s memory if I allowed Simon back into my life,” Jessica whispered, more confused than ever.
“Would Jason have wanted you to hold on to this grudge for so long? You speak so highly of him, which makes me conclude he had a huge heart, a heart big enough to forgive. Maybe the real problem here is that your guilt won’t allow you to find happiness at Jason’s expense.”
Jessica walked to her lawn chair and plopped down again. Ellie’s observation sounded plausible, but she wasn’t sure she had the strength to face Simon again.
Marie was on her way out the door, when she saw Keith pull up in the driveway in his brand-new, fire engine red convertible. Her lips tightened. Just like a middle-aged fool to get such an impractical car. He probably only got it to impress the younger women he was so partial to dating. She had no clue why he’d come for a visit because it had literally been years since he’d set foot in her house. They may have been on speaking terms of late for Jessica’s sake, but seeing him here remained a surprise.
As he slid out of the sleek vehicle, she gulped. Lord, he was just as handsome as ever. It was humiliating how her knees felt like mush whenever she saw him. She should have been over him all this time, but whenever he was near, she couldn’t help remembering the good times.
Marie walked down the drive to meet him. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, a little more harshly than she’d intended.
Keith grinned, revealing large white teeth. “And hello to you, too.”
Marie rolled her eyes. “I don’t have time for this. I’m on my way out to run some errands. What do you want? Don’t you have a teenager to date?”
“Could you not start? I came over to see how you were doing.”
“Why? You’ve never stopped by before Jessica went into the clinic. Why now?”
“Dammit Marie, would you stop being so hostile? I wanted to see you is all. Is that such a crime?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know. That depends on the on what you wanted to see me for. Just tell me what you want and go.”
He shook his head, a look of annoyance crossing his dark face. “Like I said I came here to see you. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you these past weeks, and fool that I was, hoped that the feeling was mutual. I’m sorry I bothered.” He turned abruptly and stalked to his car.
A lump rose in her throat. Why had she been so nasty to him, when there’d been no call for it? “Keith wait,” she called to him, but he kept walking.
Balling her fists at her sides, she took a deep breath and went after him. Grabbing his arm, she halted him. “Keith, I’m sorry. I was being bitchy just now. Won’t you come in and have something to drink?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Don’t you have some errands to run?”
“They can wait. Come inside. I’d made some iced tea earlier, just how you like it.”
The big smile returned. “I can’t say no to that.”
As they settled down in her living room, drinks in hand, Marie’s hands trembled nervously, her body tight with awareness for him. In the ten years they’d been apart, she hadn’t so much as looked at another man. When she’d attempted to date, Marie would end up comparing them to her ex-husband. Why was she still so attracted to him after what he’d done? Perhaps she was just as much to blame for the breakdown of their marriage as Keith was, but that was beside the point.
“You look good. You always do,” he complimented, looking at her over his glass with his chocolate bedroom eyes.
A pool of moisture formed in her panties.
Shit.
The more she tried to remain unaffected by him the more her body reacted. “Thank you, Keith. You look well also.”
“Is there any need for such formality?”
She blinked, hoping to convey a nonchalance she didn’t feel. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Whatever do you mean?” he mimicked. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re speaking as if we’re a couple of strangers. I meant what I said outside. I liked spending time with you recently.”
“Keith, it was only for Jessica’s sake.”
“Does it have to be the only reason we socialize?”
“What other reason could there be?” she asked nervously, her hands shaking so badly that she set her drink on the end table and quickly hid them behind her back so he wouldn’t notice.
He stood and stalked to where she sat with slow movements that reminded her of a jungle cat. When he sat next to her, his thigh touching hers, Marie thought she’d faint. His thumb grazed the side of her cheek. “You still have the most delicious cocoa skin I’ve ever since.”
“Keith, don’t,” she whispered weakly.
“Make me. I know you had to have felt it too. The time we’ve spent together, I fought to keep my distance, but I can’t fight anymore, Marie. It’s been too long.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, we’re divorced.” Although she protested, Marie didn’t pull away. Her body practically sizzled from his touch.
“What about your other women? Isn’t one of them available? Are you so desperate for female attention that you had to come over here?”
“Marie. Shut up. If you didn’t want this, you would have pulled away by now, but you didn’t. I’ve said it for years, and I’ll say it again, you’re the only woman I ever really wanted. I only wish that I hadn’t waited for our daughter to have a breakdown to take action.
“But--”
He cut her off by covering his lips with his.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Simon rubbed his legs. God they ached. The weeks of non-use had weakened his muscles, and though he was back on his feet again with the assistance of a cane, it still hurt a bit when he walked for long distances. His therapist would probably disapprove if he knew Simon was in a vehicle right now since he wasn’t supposed to drive without being cleared by his physician, but nothing could stop him. He had to see Jessica and find out how she was doing.
Not a day went by when he didn’t think of her. Ever since his mother had told him what Jessica had said, his vigor had returned. In the past months, Simon worked hard to get to the point he was at now. He still required therapy, but at least he was home trying to get back to a normal routine. He’d thought it would be difficult to fall back into work, but it was almost like he’d never left.
Simon was thankful to have trusted workers who’d been able to pick up his slack, otherwise his business would have been in a shambles. Getting his business in order was the easy part, but he realized it wouldn’t be so easy with Jessica, no matter what his mother had said. He was sure she’d still have reservations where he was concerned.
Through his mother, he’d learned Jessica had been released from the clinic and had returned to work. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for her to work so close to the due date, but like him, she probably felt keeping busy would take her mind off her problems. By his estimation she was due in another month.
A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. He was going to be a father! Throughout the course of his therapy, Simon had wondered what the baby would look like. Although he would be happy with a healthy baby no matter what the sex, he secretly wanted a little girl who looked just like her mother.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought of cradling a tiny caramel angel with Jessica’s eyes. God, he missed her. Glancing at the dash to check the clock, he figured that she’d probably be home by now since it was well after closing time for her shop. He wasn’t completely certain if she’d be happy to see him but he’d put off this meeting long enough.
His heart sped up when he pulled into her apartment complex. He sure hoped she’d be home. Simon took a deep breath as he gathered his courage to walk to her door and ring the bell.
His legs burned as he slowly climbed the steps. He’d forgotten that there were so many stairs, and the lack of an elevator in her building hadn’t been a big deal before his accident. By the time Simon reached the door, his nerves were threatening to get the better of him. He’d almost turned around to leave but knew it would be foolish to have come all this way for nothing.
He waited for Jessica to answer the door as he shifted more of his weight onto the heavy oak cane. He needed to have a seat soon. Disappointment flooded through him when no answer came. Turning around, Simon headed toward the stairs but the he paused when he heard the turning of the door handle.
A soft gasp told him that Jessica stood behind him. “Simon!”
He faced her, feeling uncertain all of a sudden. Despite what his mother had told him, he felt a degree of anxiety. “Jessica…I hope this isn’t a bad time.” Her face looked a little thinner, but she was just as beautiful as he remembered. He could easily get lost in her big brown eyes with just a glance. If he wasn’t so dependent on his cane, he would have taken her in his arms.