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328 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2005
They said time healed all wounds, but three years after she’d had her heart shredded, she was still bleeding out. Her little boy…
Wade Lightfoot. At one time, that man had meant the entire world to her. He had been everything to her.
And then he had gotten another woman pregnant. She’d survived that, and she’d even managed to be happy eventually…because of Jason.
She had left the hospital in better shape than she had entered it. Jason had left it in a body bag.
But even after three years, she wasn’t ready to let go of her grief.
“Wade,” she whispered. Her eyes, stricken, then landed on the child’s face. A little girl, a little mirror of her father. And of Nikki’s son.
He’d been holding a pregnancy test in his hand. A positive one. And Nikki hadn’t taken any pregnancy test.
“Who in the hell is she?” Raising his head, Wade stared at her from black eyes. Those eyes, always so warm and full of life, looked cold and lifeless. Before he even said it, she knew. “Jamie Sayer,” he said, his voice almost soundless.
Positioning himself between her legs, Wade whispered, “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait. God, I need you so bad.” Then he arched her hips up and drove into her, burying himself to the hilt.
So while they had gotten married and lived in the house Nikki and Wade had picked out, Nikki had hidden away like the interloper. But only for a few more months.
“What do you mean, what are you going to tell Nikki?” Jamie shouted. “It’s none of her damn business. You’re mine now!”
He hadn’t seen either of them in five years.
But if she hadn’t been pregnant, you never would have known.” His eyes met hers straight on, unblinking and steady.
“Don’t say that, Wade. We ended the night you told me she was pregnant.” Jerking her face away from his touch, Nikki gave a harsh laugh. “Hell. We were over the night you spent with her. I just didn’t know it.”
Harshly, she said, “You turned out to be everything I hate in people. You betrayed me. You lied to me.”
An uphill battle didn’t quite describe it. She went nearly a month overdue, delivering at forty-three and half weeks. Jason was small, but he was perfect. Alive, healthy and hers.
Harshly, Nikki said, “You don’t know what you did to me. You destroyed me. You tore out my heart and soul and I still haven’t recovered from it.” The pain spread throughout her entire body, leaving her weak and trembling, throat tight, hands shaking from the raging emotions. “Nikki—”
“Me?” she repeated, her voice rising with shock and anger. “Learn to bend? This is my fault? You son of a bitch. You knocked up some bimbo and I’m supposed to bend?” “You’re supposed to let it go—hell, even if you can’t forgive me, at least get over it. It’s over.”
“Don’t ever speak of my child’s mother that way, Nik. Don’t ever do it,” he repeated, his voice low and hard, his eyes glinting like shards of broken black glass.
“Well, I’ll say whatever I want against the bitch,” she coldly said, whipping past him to stand her ground in the middle of the porch. She didn’t back away as he advanced, just took out the one weapon she had left. “Like a dog in heat, she went chasing after you, no matter how many times you told her you weren’t interested. She did everything to catch your eye except strip naked and plant herself in front of you.”
Damn it all, he was done begging. He was done crawling. No more. Making his own face as cruel as hers had been, he continued, “Hell, I’m starting to wonder about a lot of things. But one thing is certain—” moving closer until he was nose to nose with her, he whispered harshly, “—you ain’t worth it.”
Leanne was sweet, gentle and unassuming. She looked at Wade as though she thought he was some type of god and made him feel like he wasn’t a walking disaster. And Abby liked her. She hardly even mentioned Nikki anymore. The past three weeks had been easier, but he didn’t know if that was because Leanne was there or because he was adjusting to the fact that Nikki was gone.
He sent a silent prayer heavenward and thanked Leanne for letting him know. “Are we still on for Christmas Eve?” she asked softly. “Yeah. And don’t forget you’re welcome to come by Christmas night when you get done working your shift.”
Leanne wasn’t Nikki. She was the exact opposite, which was why he was dating her.
Shawn had told her yesterday that he’d seen Wade going out with a woman he vaguely knew from the hospital. A pretty young nurse Nikki remembered all too well. Leanne Winslow had been the one holding her hand when she woke up briefly in the ER after her accident.
“I’m not that far gone. I’m still perfectly healthy—” “Bullshit,” Kirsten said succinctly, her voice hard, sharp as shards of broken glass. “You’re a damned mess. Over him, a jackass that slept around on you, had two women knocked up at the same time. He got some woman pregnant one night, drunk out of his mind, angry over a fight he started.
“I can’t believe you waste your time and your love on such a pathetic bastard, Nicole. Not just once, but twice. You’re letting him put you through hell all over again. I can’t help but wonder how many others he’s got on the sly while he’s been chasing you. Why do you even bother with him?”
She wanted him out of her life and he needed to let her go. He needed to move on with his life so she could move on with hers. That was his resolution. Leanne was a part of it.
Leanne listened in silence as he told her about Jamie, how his wife had slipped away and how he hadn’t been able to help her, hadn’t been able to care enough to do it. “She killed herself, you know.” His voice was conversational, his eyes bland, showing little emotion.
Bitterly, Wade replied, “Not soon enough. She didn’t wait very long though, a month at most.” She had gone straight to another man and yet she had been punishing him all this time. “Bitch,” he breathed out, hands clenching and unclenching, a vein throbbing at his right temple.
But Nikki wasn’t still hurting over him. She was mourning a child…and using him as her fucking punching bag. Him, and Abby too. She would pay, damn it. For every time she had twisted his heart inside his chest, for every time she had put even a flicker of hurt or disappointment in Abby’s eyes, for every slur she had made against his wife.
“You cold-hearted bastard. That little boy was her reason for living. I took care of her after the accident. She was in a coma for nearly a week. And when she woke up, she was empty inside. There was nothing there.
He didn’t tell her he didn’t want to be in that house. A house where she had raised her son. A house where she might have welcomed her son’s father, her lover. A house where he had never been welcomed.
He would use that sleek body until he had her out of his system. And then he was going to walk away.
Nikki’s eyes fluttered open, locked on his intent face. His eyes glittered fiercely, his jaw tight. And she shivered. She recognized his touch. Her body recognized his, but she didn’t know this man, this hard-faced, grim stranger. Something cold settled low in her belly, warring with the heat. A flash of fear fluttered in her chest. She was deeply aware of the feeling that something wasn’t right, something was off.
With one heavy thrust, he buried himself inside her. She flinched, arching up against him with a weak whimper, her eyes wide and dark as the sharp discomfort bordered on pain. Her body recoiled from the rough, sudden invasion.
What in the hell am I doing out here? he wondered. His shattered heart and bruised pride were calling out for something. She had played him for a fool. She’d misled him, all but lied to him—that knife she’d twisted in his gut. Many times she’d thrown his past mistakes at him and let him think that was why she was so miserable, but it wasn’t him… It was the loss of her son. Shit. Her son.
He couldn’t get past it. Did he want it to go unpunished, all the times he had seen the light in Abby’s eyes extinguished by a cool word or look? Nikki hadn’t ever been cruel, but Abby’s sweet, childish attempts to befriend Nikki had all been ignored, and Abby had sensed in her heart that Nikki rejected her.
He insisted to himself once more that he had nothing to feel guilty about. He was simply settling the score. She was the one who had lied and betrayed.
They were finished. He knew that. There was no way they could have a life together, not with all the anger and resentment that swirled in him, despite all his attempts to drown them. She may not know it, would not be expecting it because he had just told her in graphic detail that he wanted her back. But there was no way he could stay.
But it would eat him alive to stay here, trying to make it work, knowing she had been with another man.
“He would have been just four months younger than Abby,” she whispered. “Would have started school next year.”
===>WTF - PIECE OF SHIT <===
And beneath it all, the anger, the grief, the confusion and the guilt, he felt relief. It hadn’t been another man. He wouldn’t have to let her go in order to save her from his own anger.
===> WTF - SOB <===
...had lost a son he had never known existed. But he would be able to keep her. They could make more children, other sons. He’d never know this one. There can be others though, he thought, his mind racing from one thought to the next.
“Why didn’t you tell me before now?” he asked quietly, keeping tight control of his own anger. It was, after all, rather poetic justice. He had come seeking retribution and had ended up finding out he was his own worst enemy. He was the nameless, faceless bastard that had haunted his dreams.
“Did you really? Legally, yes, you did. But I have to wonder, if I had told you from the beginning, what would have happened? You would have insisted on having rights, visiting privileges. I would have been forced to see you with your wife and your daughter. I was already in bad shape. How right would it have been to put me through that, especially when I did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve what happened to me? I lost everything, Wade. He was all I had. Why should I have shared him with you?” “Because he was mine,” Wade rasped, his eyes narrowing as he moved closer.
===> WTF <===
“Yeah, well, if you had been forced to share your son, maybe you wouldn’t have left Louisville, and maybe he’d still be alive,” Wade snapped, catching hold of her and jerking her up against him.
Now her eyes rose, locked on his. Hot, angry. Softly, she asked, “Tell me something, Wade, what have you lost?” “I lost you,” he whispered, his own eyes dark and haunted.
“Through nobody’s fault but your own,” she reminded. “That was your doing, nobody else’s. I think I’ve had more than my fair share of heartache.
“I’m moving back to Indiana. Abby’s not happy here. I’m not happy.” His answer fanned the hot flames that were spreading to engulf her body. “So,” she said coldly, glaring at him. “This was…what? One last trip down memory lane?” “More or less,” he replied.
Hell, if I’d wanted some quick and easy sex, I could have gotten that there. I come back here. I give in, against my better judgment, only to find out you just wanted a private farewell party.”
“Because you proved to me it would be a waste of my time, Wade. You’re not worth wasting any more time on. You were right about that, after all. You are not worth it. No man who does what you just did is.”
“I love you. I always did. Sometimes I hated myself because I couldn’t stop. But it’s a part of me, like breathing, like writing. I can’t live without you. I can live with you not wanting me, but I can’t do it unless you’re out there somewhere.”
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