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Darren
K.C. Falls
I felt his presence before Darren Soul announced himself by
clearing his throat. Having been in that never land of almost sleep, it took me
a moment to organize my thoughts enough to speak. For an endless few seconds I
stared stupidly into the nearly black eyes that still occupied an unhealthy
portion of my intimate inner world.
I hadn't been able to get the man out of my mind for as long as
I could remember. He was like a booger on the fingertip of my soul. I couldn't
flick him off.
What the fuck was he doing in that room with me?
My skirt didn't need smoothing, but I smoothed it. My hair
didn't need tucking, but I tucked it. I fought the blush that threatened to
creep up my neck to my cheeks and reminded myself that he hadn't actually
witnessed himself in my head while I revisited a favorite fantasy the night
before.
"It's been a long time, Sarah." That voice still made
my name a song. It was a little lower now, a real man's basso profundo. He
arched one inky brow at me and said, "Almost seven years?"
Six years, nine months to
be precise.
"About that," I answered. I was trying desperately to
sort out why he was there, in the Judge's office, and why in the hell he looked
so different. Still hot enough to make the asphalt on Main Street warp, but
different hot. Like completely different. What
happened to the man I thought I knew?
"What are you
doing here?" I think I sounded a little hostile. I couldn't help it. I
still felt the sting he left on my pride almost as much as the ache he'd left
between my legs.
"Judge Whitener thought maybe I could add something to the
discussion."
"I'm a little confused, Darren. I don't even know what I'm
here to discuss, other than the estate. There's not much you can add to that
unless there's something I haven't been told."
"You've been outta the loop for a while. You know small
towns. Things get talked about."
I was still trying to figure out how he had traded the
"I'm-such-a-tough-mutha-bad-boy" look with the
"I'm-so-smooth-you're-dying-to-lick-every-shiny-inch-of-me" vibe.
I decided the shirt had everything to do with it. It was white.
Whiter than actual white. So white it hurt the eyes. I'd never seen him wear
anything but dirty, or no shirt at all. I was seeing Darren Soul all grown up
and clean as a brand new penny.
Holy Seersucker, Batman!
Darren Soul's traded his crotch rocket
for a polo pony! But damn. He wore preppy with the same lip smacking cool
as he'd worn all that ink and sweat so many years ago. When I laughed out loud
he gave me a look.
"I'm sorry. I just never thought you'd cross over to the
dark side. Or," I smiled as I indicated toward his clothes, "should I
say the khaki side?"
—
Conflicted by Rebecca Hamilton
“I’m not an idiot, Chelsie. I was outside in the
hallway and heard the nurse order a pregnancy test on room number nineteen.
You’re in room nineteen.” He paused and pointed to the board where it said “HCG
HOLD” in big red letters. “This means they need to confirm you’re not pregnant
before they’ll do a surgery. Why didn’t you tell me? I have every right to
know.”
Everyone in the surgery wing had a right to know,
I supposed, by the way his voice was so angry and loud. My body vibrated.
I sat up straight in bed. “Because I’m not
pregnant. I haven’t had a period in a couple of months, but we were careful,
and my tests were negative. You’ll see you’re overreacting.”
The color had drained from his tanned skin. If he
hadn’t taken a seat quickly, I felt certain he would’ve fainted. He rolled over
to me on the small medical stool. His reaction told me he wasn’t happy about
the possibilities. It was a bit unsettling to me, but I wasn’t going to
publicly deal with his emotions—I had my own.
I watched as one-by-one he chewed the cuticles on
his nails. It was something I’d never seen him do before. Right then, I
realized he wasn’t ready for what we’d been doing.
His actions diminished the way I felt about him.
While a baby would’ve meant a miracle in my life,
I already had one child who’s father rarely offered to complete the circle of
life with our son and be the mentor he needed. I didn’t want that for another
child, regardless of my private longing to fill my empty wound and heal the
hole in my heart.
His nostrils flared. “How could you let this
happen?”
He was
putting the blame on me?
“Wow, you’re commitment to me lasted all of five
minutes.”
He refused to make eye contact.
“Ian, you’re a doctor and you’re asking me that
question? You know, I don’t need this right now. I crave a man that’s willing
to stand tall with me and be on the same page about us and life and—embrace
everything. Since you’re obviously not capable of doing that, you need to get
out. Please, just get out of my room and get out of my life.” My arms flung
about in the air like a peacock frilling her feathers, almost ripping the IV
needle from my vein. “I need someone who supports me in all endeavors, not blames
me the minute the first hiccup comes along. All you’ve done is turn my world
upside down.”
He didn’t move.
“I said, GET. OUT.” I left no question about the
rest of the department hearing my command.
Ian’s shoulders dropped, but he offered up not a
single defense for himself.
When he left, I couldn’t decide if his departure
made me feel better or worse, but I was grateful Shawna was still by my side.
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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