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Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Special Dedication

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Epilogue

Mari Brown Social Media Links

Other Works By Mari Brown

Twice Loved

Twice Loved

Copyright © 2015 Mari Brown

Kindle Edition

No portion of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in print or electronic form without permission.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note that this novel contains profanity, explicit sexual situations, drug and alcohol consumption.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printed, 2016

Zebra Publications, Summerdale, AL 36580

Cover Design by QueenB Graphics

Editing By QueenB Editing

Formatting by Sheila Rivera

Dedication

This book is for all those who live and love in relationships that aren’t “traditional”. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re wrong because it’s not what they would do. It’s your life; live and love how you want to!

Special Dedication

Hulk- 20 years…who knew? We have had ups and downs but we have weathered every storm because we talk openly and listen to one another and work at finding a compromise. The last two years we have embarked on a new journey. You’ve given me a gift of love. One that has brought many changes to our life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being my lover, my best friend and my husband for the last twenty years. I Love You Always!

JuJu- One year. I had no clue that we would come to mean so much to one another. The crazy laughs, the friendship, the walks in nature. We weren’t looking for each other but we here we are. We have had ups and downs as we all adjusted to the poly lifestyle. I can’t imagine life without you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the last year. Even though our relationship has changed much over the year, I’m glad I will always be able to call you friend. I Meow You Forever!

Acknowledgments

Lilly- To my partner in crime in more ways than one. Writing partners, sisters separated by birth and an ocean. The world should be thankful we don’t live near each other.

Hyper Photography- the Beautiful photos that have been used for the cover and teasers.

Beta Readers- As always thank you for your time and dedication to helping me make my novel the best it can be for the public at large.

Feisty Cats- You ladies are the cat’s meow! I love the fun times and discussions we have. Playing games, sharing special previews with y’all. I think of you has friends not fans!

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Prologue

6 months ago…

Tears stream down the faces of all those around the gravesite. It’s always dreadful when you lose someone, but when taken from you too soon it makes it harder. Today, I’m burying my husband, Steve taken from me when he was only thirty-nine.

Steve and I were eighteen when we met. I was a student at community college while waitressing at Waffle House. Steve and some of his fraternity brothers, from the bigger university in town came into the diner one night after a party and for the next three months, he showed up for every shift I worked. He always made sure he sat in my section. That was how an eighteen-year relationship of love started for us.

Our children are on either side of me, my arms wrapped around them. The three of us hold on to each other tightly as we watch them lower Steve’s coffin into the ground. The splintering pain in my chest is unbearable. It’s as if it’s imploding on me. I can’t even begin to fathom what my children are feeling. Logically I know only time will heal all of us from this loss. The mother in me wants to fix it for them. Take away their pain. As their mother I should be able to make it all better and I can’t and it’s killing me.

Family begins making their way back to their cars. My parents move a respectable distance away but still nearby if, we need them. Steve’s parents walk back to their car. His mother and I had a falling out months ago. She has hated me ever since. Right now my only concern is the loss of my other half. The man I loved over half my life.

My son moves closer and kneels down tears in his eyes as he mouths words I can’t hear. He stands and turns toward me wrapping me in a huge hug as his older sister steps up to the grave. I keep an eye on her as I hug my son tightly. He lets go and speed walks into my mother’s waiting arms. Knowing my mom has him safely in her arms my attention goes back to my sobbing daughter. Her body shakes with her tears. She stands up and I move behind her. She leans back against me. My arm goes around her.

“He shouldn’t be gone mom” she manages to say through her tears.

“I know baby I know.”

I stroke my hand through her hair trying to comfort her when right now there is little comfort to be found. She turns and buries her head into my chest. I hold my little girl as she mourns the loss of her father. My eyes briefly scan the cemetery, my mom is still holding my son close to her and my dad is watching me. He’s waiting to swoop in and help his little girl but this time I have to stand on my own two feet.

“Go to your granddaddy. I need to say goodbye to your daddy now.”

My daughter walks to my father who takes her into his arms and my mother meets my eyes. Her mouth moves and she ushers my family away from the gravesite to our car.

I fall to my knees. My body shakes as I sob uncontrollably. It’s as if a dam broke in me. Everything that I have been holding in the last year finally tumbles out of me. Why did Steve have to get sick? Why did he leave me alone? It doesn’t matter that I look like a fool or that I am getting filthy as I peer down at the coffin.

Familiar arms wrap around me. I freeze. Arms that should not be around me right now. Arms I haven’t felt in months. Ones I should not be familiar with at all at this point in my life. I shakily stand up to face the man holding me.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper

“I couldn’t stay away.”

The comfort his arms brings me right now make me forget where I am for a moment. I scan the line of waiting cars. Steve’s mother is staring at me with hate. My family’s sympathetic eyes are on me.

“Thank you” I step around him “I have to go.”

I never turn back as I walk away from both of the men I love.

Chapter One

“Mom!”

Noah, my sixteen-year-old son’s voice sounds through the house. I picture his 6’1” muscular frame much like his father’s and shake my head as I realize he has not stopped growing yet.

“I’m in here.”

I call out from the dining room. I’m sitting in a chair silent tears streaming down my face. He can hear the tears in my voice but I don’t know how to hide it.

“Mom?”

Noah’s voice is quieter and closer, his arms wrap around me engulfing me in a hug.

After almost a year of being used as a hospital room, I am trying to make it a dining room again. The furniture is scattered around the room. Last weekend I spent the entire time prepping the room for this weekend’s tasks. It doesn’t help. The room still reminds me of Steve’s decline in health and premature death. The past two years of my life have been chaos to say the least.

Steve started having stomach issues. After a quick succession of doctors and specialists it didn’t take long for us to get a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. Sadly, by the time he had symptoms it was too late the only thing the doctors were able to do for him was treat him and give him quality of life. There was no cure for him. He had to be bathed, fed, and all other basic life needs had to be done for him. He was no longer the man I met and fell in love with. He was not the man I spent my life married too. In two short years, everything changed for our family.

“I’m fine son.” My voice shakes with each word I speak.

“Right mom.” He moves around to kneel in front of me his hand swipes a tear from my face “That’s why you’re sitting here crying. Let us help you please.”

His voice pleads with me at the end and I realize my stubbornness is hurting my children. They need to be part of this as well.

“Go get your sister. Let’s do this as a family.”

Noah runs off to find Olivia, his sister who is only older by eleven months. Steve and I were blessed with Olivia and Noah early in our marriage. Olivia was conceived on our honeymoon. Neither of us waited for graduation from college we had to be together. We spent the first seventeen years of our marriage in peace and harmony. Steve and I had our share of arguments, but we were always able to talk through them and our motto was never to go to bed mad at each other. Even when he was first diagnosed, there was no way I could picture my life without him. Now here I sit a widow of six months.

“Mom?” Olivia’s voice calls out to me.

“Hey baby.” I turn to face my children standing in the doorway “I thought we could work on putting the dining room back together as a family.”

Huge grins break out across my children’s faces. I have made them happy including them in this. I should have from the beginning instead of trying to do it all myself. It takes us the rest of the weekend and a pizza delivery to have the dining room done. The beautiful teak table and chairs sits in the center of the pale gray room. I kept the redecorating simple. The walls were painted gray with black trim so that anything would go with it. The teak hutch holding my china pattern I received when I married Steve was on the far wall. It was simple yet elegant at the same time. I still wasn’t sure I could eat in this room yet but at least it was no longer empty.

Tears fall again as I stand looking around the room. The loss of Steve is so raw. Some days are better than others but doing the dining room has ripped the Band-Aid off. The arms of my children wrap around me and as I sob, I clutch them close to me. I hold them tight not wanting to ever let go. They are my life now. Olivia and Noah are all I have left to live for. Steve is gone and not coming back.

In the back of my mind, I think of
him
and tell myself not to go there. I do not deserve a second chance at love.

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