Sunday, December 28, 2014

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE is Now Available To Read 

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Becky Morgan? Ms. Becky Morgan?” The nurse had to shout to be heard
above the din.
“That’s me, well, sort of. It’s Morgan Becky; Morgan is my first name, not my
last.” The clinic was extremely busy today. She had been there since eight this
morning and it was now going on two. Her back hurt and she had to pee really,
really bad. The lady at the desk had told her if she missed when they called her
name, she would have to start at the top again. So she wasn’t chancing starting
this day all over.
“It says right here that it’s Becky Morgan. I don’t see nothing that says
Morgan Becky.” The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, Morgan thought.
She was chewing gum and popping it like it was going to be the next Olympic
sport and she was going for the gold.
“No, it says Becky comma Morgan. The form said to give last name first, the
first name last. That’s what I did. So it’s Morgan Becky. Sorry.”
“Really, that’s a comma? Well, duh. Look, I don’t care what your friggin’
name is. You wanna go see the doctor or not, Miss Becky comma Morgan?” Miss
Steele comma Linda was gonna get her nose punched if she didn’t take it down a
notch, thought Morgan.
“I want to see the doctor, please.” She followed her back to a little room and
was told to sit. When Morgan had asked if she could use the bathroom first,
Linda didn’t answer but left her sitting there.
Morgan had gone to see all the doctors on the list that Damon had given her.
Two of them had refused to take her as a patient because she was uninsured. The
third one had told her that she needed to pay up front. She couldn’t do that, she
told him. He had suggested that she take out a loan to pay the bill. And just what
was she supposed to use as collateral, her belly?
The fourth doctor had a waiting list until mid-May. She’d be about seven
months by then and she didn’t think that would be very smart. The last doctor, a
Dr. Simon, was nice enough, but he was really expensive and she didn’t know
how she could afford to see him and eat too. But she’d made an appointment for
next month all the same.
When the door to the office opened and Dr, Clare stepped in, Morgan was
almost relieved. Almost.
“Ms. Morgan. I understand you got smart with one of my staff. I don’t want
smart asses in my clinic. Your type of people think that just because it’s free you
can treat anyone how you want. That’s not the way things are done here.”
“I didn’t get smart with anyone. I just corrected her when she said my name
wrong. It’s Morgan Becky, not Becky Morgan. And just what ‘type’ is my kind?”
“You will tone down that attitude right now, or I’ll have your butt back in
prison so fast your head will spin.”
Morgan sat there for several seconds just looking at Dr. Clare. Prison. If it
wasn’t for the fact that having the baby in prison went against everything she
knew, she’d let her. Instead, she leaned over and picked up her bag and left the
office. She didn’t need prenatal care that badly.
“Don’t bother coming back here either!” was shouted down the hall after her.
She didn’t even look back, but raised her hand and flipped her off. Maybe it was
childish, she thought, but it was the first smile she’d had since she’d found out
she was going to have a baby.
~~~
“Dr. Grant? I’m a processor; I have a registered letter for you.” Nick and
Damon were just leaving Nick’s apartment when the man showed up. Nick
looked at his brother.
“Is there a first name? We’re both Dr. Grant.” Ever helpful Damon. He
couldn’t think of any reason why he’d be served, so it had to be for Damon.
“Ah, yeah... Hummm... I have to call the office. I can’t read this here name.
Hang on a second.” As the man stepped away and pulled out his cell phone,
Nick looked at his brother.
Something was up. He looked...nervous. Oh no, he thought, Damon is in
trouble. Someone was suing him for malpractice or something. Shit. He was just
pulling out his own cell when the man came back.
“Nickolas. It’s for Nickolas Grant. That either of you two?” To say that Nick
was shocked would have been an understatement. It wasn’t until Damon
nudged him that he realized that he hadn’t answered him.
“Yes. Me, that’s me, Are you sure it’s for Nickolas, not Damon? I can’t think
why the law firm of...Sugar and Sugar would be contacting me?” Why did that
name sound familiar? he wondered.
“Thanks, asshole. Just tip the man and let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving
and you owe me ribs.” Damon poked him in the ribs as he walked away.
Nick signed the receipt for the letter and moved to the elevator where
Damon was waiting. He stuck the letter in his jacket pocket and stepped on
when the doors opened. Sugar. Who was Sugar? he thought.
“Are you going to open it? Might be important.”
He looked over at his brother again. He knew. He didn’t know how he knew,
but Damon knew what the letter was about.
“Why don’t you tell me what it says and I won’t have to bother?”
“How the hell should I know what it says? Just open the fucking thing and
let’s forget about it.”
Ah, Damon was not only nervous, but he was snarky as well. He pulled out
the letter and handed it to him. “Read it. Tell me what it says then.” This was a
joke one or all of them were pulling on him. His birthday was tomorrow, and
they thought they’d have fun at his expense. He watched Damon’s face as he
debated with himself and finally tore it open. “Damon?” He had fallen back
against wall when he opened the letter and, just like that, Nick knew that it
wasn’t a joke.
“It says...it’s to inform you that Morgan Becky is pregnant. She’s contacting
you of her pregnancy and telling you that you have no legal rights to her or her
child and that she isn’t asking for your support or name. As one of the men she
has had sex with in the past year, she is legally notifying you of her impending
delivery.”
“What?” He took the letter from Damon and read it himself. There had to be
a mistake. Morgan was pregnant? It wasn’t possible. “It’s not mine. I didn’t
ejaculate inside her. This is just a ploy to get money from me. Well she isn’t...”
Nick opened his eyes and looked up at David Tulle. He blinked several times
before the man came into focus.
“What happened? I don’t remember...I was talking in the elevator and I don’t
remember what happened next.”
“I hit you, you fucking asshole. Didn’t ejaculate? Are you fucking nuts?
What, you relied on the pull and pray method much? If you do, then its small
wonder I don’t have fifty bastard nieces and nephews running around.”
Damon had hit him? Because Morgan was pregnant? Was he named in the
letter too? No that couldn’t be right... Still.
“Could you be the father too?” When Damon advanced on him with fury in
his eyes, David pulled him back. Nick knew he wasn’t the baby father any more
than he was. He’d get to the bottom of this right now. He pulled out his cell
phone to call Devin. “Yeah, I need your help. I’ve been named in a paternity suit
and I want my name out of the hat for daddy of the year.”
“Like that’s fucking a possibility,” Damon snarled at him. Devin must have
heard him and laughed at Nick.
“So, who’s the babe in question? Let me guess...Bambi Jenkins? No! Wait,
that vamp from Damon’s office, what’s her name?” Devin asked him.
“It’s Morgan Becky.”
“Nah, that’s not it. Morgan is the woman who used to work for... Holy shit!
You knocked up Morgan? Mom is gonna castrate you. Twice. Shit, really?
Morgan? I thought she had better taste than that.”
“Funny. Yes, it’s Morgan Becky. I was just served by Sugar and... Shit.” He
just remembered where the name came from. Mick Sugar, the bar owner.
“Sugar and Shit? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them. And, believe me, I’d
remember a law firm by that name.”
Nick thought, for not the first time, that his entire family was a bunch of
sarcastic pricks.
“Can you help, or do I need to find a more reputable firm to help me? I’m
not the father. I want her to stop insisting that I am. What can you do?” Nick
rubbed his chest again. Damn it, he’d not had an ulcer flare up in two weeks. Of
course, he wasn’t eating well, but that didn’t matter really.
“You say you’re not the father, then forget about it. Fax me the paperwork
and I’ll see what I can do. We may have to order a paternity test, just to be safe,
but that’s no biggy. Wow, Morgan Becky. Didn’t see that one coming.”
He stayed on the phone with him until Devin received the fax. He wanted to
get this cleared up as soon as possible.
“It’s a form letter telling you that she’s pregnant. I’m going to demand proof
of that now. I’m having Caroline call the doctor. It says here that you are named
as one of the men that had sex with her in the past year. I’m assuming this isn’t
true?”
He’d had sex with her, but he hadn’t come. He was really stupid for not
thinking he could still get her pregnant at the time, but he’d been so furious at
her. “Yeah, I had sex with her. Once, and it wasn’t all that great either.” That was
a lie. It had been absolutely heaven being inside of her. But he was not sharing
that with his brother, any of them. And he wasn’t going to tell them how much
he missed her, how much he wanted to find her and to tell her he was an ass.
Well, up until today that is.
“Well, that puts a different slant on things. Let me order the DNA test and
we’ll work from there. I’ll be at Mom’s on Sunday for Mother’s day. I’ll see you
then.”


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Thomas Lanning likes things neat and orderly. He bought the house he grew up in and just about has everything remodeled the way he wants it. He’s happy with the house and wants a mate someday…that day isn’t today. 
Linyah pops in to meet the Lanning Leap, she is expected, just not today. The last thing she expects to find is a huge handsome male who takes one look at her and he gets pissed off. 
“This day just went from good to shit in a matter of heartbeats, didn’t it? I don’t suppose you have a mate, do you?” She shook her head. “Of course not. That would just make it too nice and easy. I wonder what else is in store for me. Plague? The bank go belly up?” 
Linyah took a step back when he took one toward her. “I need to touch you.” 
“Thomas?” He turned them both to his mom. “Thomas, is she your mate? Is this your mate?” 
Linyah isn’t any happier than Thomas is. She has been very successful in avoiding any entanglements with a male until now. She has even managed to avoid, Timmer, a forced arrangement brought on by her sister, their Queen. 
Even though Thomas isn’t happy about Linyah’s arrival, he’s even less happy about Timmer. Linyah’s his mate… 
Timmer’s been promised Linyah’s hand by the Queen and isn’t about to take “no” for an answer… 

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Sunday, December 21, 2014

CHAPTER THIRTY is Now Available To Read 

CHAPTER THIRTY
“Do you think its Nicky’s baby?” They’d been driving for about ten minutes
when Damon asked him. Byron was actually surprised that he had waited so
long. He wasn’t any closer on how to answer him than when they’d gotten in the
car.
“Morgan is my friend, Damon. I…she said things when we figured it out that
I don’t think...she probably regrets saying to me.”
“Like what? Did he rape her? I’ll kill the son of a bitch.”
That had been Byron’s first thought, too, when he’d figured it out, but he
knew it wasn’t true. He’d seen the way his brother had looked at her during
dinner at Mom’s. And the pain on his face at seeing her hurt at the apartment
before they left for Thanksgiving. The apartment she’d been living in.
That apartment bothered him the most. Every time he thought about her
living conditions while she’d lived there, he cringed. She had set up the
bathroom like a small cell, her books all lined up on the long counter. Toothpaste
and other toiletries were in a neat line on a hand towel that he knew he’d never
owned. First, because it was neon bright pink. Secondly, it was bright pink.
Morgan had only lived in the bathroom and used the kitchen as a sort of mess
hall. The single fork, spoon, and knife were on the counter along with her white
plate, bowl, and mug. There wasn’t a glass in the whole room. There was a whole
case of dried noodles sitting on the counter next to the stove in a variety of
flavors and nothing in the fridge. The only thing in the freezer had been Nicky’s
credit card. When Mick had come by to get her things on the Saturday after
Thanksgiving, the only thing he took was her cash and the sleeping bag, which
had been laid out in the tub like a cot. He also grabbed her clothes, all of which
had been neatly folded and put in a plastic grocery sack in the bottom of the
linen closet. The money had been taped to the bottom of the sink drawer in a
folded newspaper. She had two-hundred-thirty-three dollars.
Neither man had said a word about either the way she lived, nor why he was
picking up her things.
Both men were quiet for about thirty minutes when Damon startled Byron
out of his thoughts. “If it is his, which I’m betting it is, then do you think we
should say something to him?”
“No. She’d kill us both. I think we should just do this her way. If we
don’t...I’m afraid she’ll run. I don’t want to lose her.”
“Are you in love with her, Byron?” Byron had told Damon that he’d had
Morgan doing a web design for his work and that he’d seen her a lot over the
past few months. He never mentioned whose baby it was, or what he thought.
“Yes. No. Not the way you think. I love her, but like a baby sister. She’s a
great kid, so yeah, I guess I love her.”
Damon didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride to Columbus and the
Grant building. “I really like her, too. Byron, did you notice she didn’t ask about
an abortion?” He shut the door to the car and was gone before he could form an
answer. No, he hadn’t noticed. But he was glad she hadn’t.
~~~
“Are you gonna keep it?” Mrs. Sugar asked her. She wanted to answer her
unequivocally yes, but she wasn’t stupid. She couldn’t raise a baby on her own.
She had no job, no insurance, and no one to help her. As much as she wanted to,
it just wasn’t feasible.
She had told Mick and his wife that she was pregnant last week. If they were
going to kick her out of the apartment, she needed to start looking soon. She was
already three months gone and would need somewhere safe to stay until the kid
was born.
“I’m not sure I can raise a baby. I don’t know the first thing about them. I’m
sorta leaning toward adoption right now.” She couldn’t look at her. The Sugars
had been so kind to her, so supportive.
“Well, you have a few months yet. If you need help or have any questions,
I’m just around the corner. And I can be a great Lamaze coach. I’ve raise nine
children, so I got a little knowledge under my belt.” When Mrs. Sugar started to
leave, Morgan panicked.
“Wait! I need to know how long you’re gonna give me. I know you don’t
really owe me anything, but I would ... “
“What are you going on about, child? Give you time for what?”
Morgan flushed all the way to her toes. “Aren’t you gonna toss me out? I
know that I’m pregnant and I have no right, but I need just a little time. I’ve just
started working again, making some money. I don’t have any insurance and the
three doctors I called are really, really expensive. One guy wanted me to pay up
front for the whole delivery. I don’t have eleven thousand dollars just lying
around. The vitamins were fifty-three dollars a month and that was with a
coupon. I can be out by the end of the month, if that’s okay with you?” Morgan
wiped at the tears running down her cheeks. She’d like to blame it on hormones,
but she knew it was because she felt like a failure to them. And to herself.
Mrs. Sugar sat down again and stared at her. “Are you...yes, I can see that
you are. Morgan, love, why would I toss you out because you’re pregnant? I love
having you close. I plan to be this child’s honorary grandmother. If you keep it,
that is.”
Morgan looked around the room. It was all she had in the world. She had
bought the furniture from them last month. She knew they gave it to her at a
great discount. She’d been to garage sales and had seen what things were going
for. And next month, she was going to buy herself a new computer, maybe. She
looked down at the small mound that was a baby. She was four months pregnant
as of today.
“I can’t possibly keep it. The father, he... I’d have no help. I don’t want to
even be pregnant. I...I don’t know how to be. I don’t know how to love it.
Someone else will be able to. There are lots of people who would be happy for a
baby.”
Mrs. Sugar didn’t say anything for some time. “Morgan? Have you told the
father about the baby yet? He has a right to know, both legally and morally.
Maybe he’ll change his mind.”
“He...when we...he only had sex with me to prove something, a point I didn’t
get. Not then anyway. He told me that I wasn’t going to trap him into marriage
with a child. He even offered to pay me to have future sex with him. So, no, I
don’t think he’s gonna change his mind.”
“Bastard. Some men want to play but not pay. I’m a retired lawyer, but I still
practice now and again. I’ll write up the form letter for you. You have to let him
know regardless of his opinion of himself. I’ll give him ten days to respond to it.
If he doesn’t, then you’ve fulfilled your obligation to him. I’ll bring it by
tomorrow. What’s his name?”
His name. Did she want people to know his name? No, not really. She didn’t
care about him one whit, but she also didn’t want to have to explain to people
how she had ever considered herself in the same league as the Grants. She didn’t
think he’d respond, but she also didn’t want him to sue her for some sort of
slander either.
“Can I just mail it to him, or does his name need to be on it?” If she could just
send it, she could avoid as much contact as possible.
“When I write this for you, I will never be able to tell anyone anything you
tell me. Ever. I won’t even tell Mick. He’d probably kill him anyway and I don’t
have time to visit him in prison. Besides, who would cook for the bar? I need his
name, I’m sorry.”
“I see. Doctor Grant. Nickolas Grant.” She looked away from Mrs. Sugar. She
didn’t want to see what she thought of her being with a man like Nickolas Grant.
“I’ll have it for you in a few days. And, Morgan? It takes two people to make
a child, not one. He was just as much a part of your being pregnant as you were.



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Thomas Lanning likes things neat and orderly. He bought the house he grew up in and just about has everything remodeled the way he wants it. He’s happy with the house and wants a mate someday…that day isn’t today. 
Linyah pops in to meet the Lanning Leap, she is expected, just not today. The last thing she expects to find is a huge handsome male who takes one look at her and he gets pissed off. 
“This day just went from good to shit in a matter of heartbeats, didn’t it? I don’t suppose you have a mate, do you?” She shook her head. “Of course not. That would just make it too nice and easy. I wonder what else is in store for me. Plague? The bank go belly up?” 
Linyah took a step back when he took one toward her. “I need to touch you.” 
“Thomas?” He turned them both to his mom. “Thomas, is she your mate? Is this your mate?” 
Linyah isn’t any happier than Thomas is. She has been very successful in avoiding any entanglements with a male until now. She has even managed to avoid, Timmer, a forced arrangement brought on by her sister, their Queen. 
Even though Thomas isn’t happy about Linyah’s arrival, he’s even less happy about Timmer. Linyah’s his mate… 
Timmer’s been promised Linyah’s hand by the Queen and isn’t about to take “no” for an answer… 

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Friday, December 19, 2014

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Thomas Lanning likes things neat and orderly. He bought the house he grew up in and just about has everything remodeled the way he wants it. He’s happy with the house and wants a mate someday…that day isn’t today. 
Linyah pops in to meet the Lanning Leap, she is expected, just not today. The last thing she expects to find is a huge handsome male who takes one look at her and he gets pissed off. 
“This day just went from good to shit in a matter of heartbeats, didn’t it? I don’t suppose you have a mate, do you?” She shook her head. “Of course not. That would just make it too nice and easy. I wonder what else is in store for me. Plague? The bank go belly up?” 
Linyah took a step back when he took one toward her. “I need to touch you.” 
“Thomas?” He turned them both to his mom. “Thomas, is she your mate? Is this your mate?” 
Linyah isn’t any happier than Thomas is. She has been very successful in avoiding any entanglements with a male until now. She has even managed to avoid, Timmer, a forced arrangement brought on by her sister, their Queen. 
Even though Thomas isn’t happy about Linyah’s arrival, he’s even less happy about Timmer. Linyah’s his mate… 
Timmer’s been promised Linyah’s hand by the Queen and isn’t about to take “no” for an answer… 



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Sunday, December 7, 2014

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE is Now Available To Read 

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Pregnant. If she was, and she wasn’t admitting to anything right now, then
she’d be ten weeks. She rubbed her hand over her flat belly and shuddered. A
baby. Nickolas’ baby. He would never believe her.
Morgan had made Byron promise that he wouldn’t say anything to anyone.
Not even his mother. Especially not his mother. It could be just a mistake.
“Right. A mistake. You are living in a fantasy world if that’s what you think.
I won’t tell anyone, but you have to go and have a test done. Immediately. Take
it to Damon. He can be discreet, and if he doesn’t, then I’ll kill him too.”
“No! No killing. Promise me. I’ll go take one of those home thingies and see if
...I’ll take one tomorrow. Do you promise not to murder anyone? I’ve been to
prison and you’d never make it on the inside. You’re much too pretty. You’d be
someone’s boy-toy in no time flat.”
“I promise. But you have to go to Damon if it turns out positive. If you don’t,
then I’m going to take it back.”
“All right. Okay.”
She’d gone into three different drug stores on the way home. The buses she
had to take to get home stopped that many times, and she made that many
purchases. At the first one, she bought three tests and a calendar. She wanted to
make sure of her dates. And sitting in the parking lot of the second store waiting
for the next leg of her journey, she realized that she hadn’t had a period since
before Halloween. At the next stop, she bought four more tests, two candy bars, a
can of chips, and a box of condoms. When she came out of the third shop, she
had four more tests and three bags of stuff she didn’t remember purchasing.
When she opened the door to her room, she emptied all the bags on the table
and sat down and cried again. She had purchased a total of eleven tests, two bags
of candied hearts that said things on them, stables for a stapler she didn’t own, a
toothbrush, hair spray that she never used, the can of chips, seven candy bars,
three boxes of condoms and an infant sleeper. Bright blue.
Morgan didn’t sleep a wink all night. She had laid all four of the tests out on
the back of the toilet that night before going to bed, wanting to be ready in case
she had to pee sometime in the middle of the night. Of course, she couldn’t have
peed if her life depended on it right now, but she wanted to be ready.
By eight-thirty, she got up and took the first test. She was shaking so badly
that she wasn’t even sure she’d hit the mark. She pulled open the second one
before she’d even set the timer for the first one. She laid both sticks on the
counter and left the room. If she sat there watching them, she’d go nuts...well,
nuttier anyway.
When the timer went off, Morgan took a deep breath and looked at the little
windows. Both were positive. She sat down hard on the toilet and stared at them.
She must have done something wrong, she thought, and wondered vaguely if
she could pee again.
Pregnant. Almost three months. What was she going to do now?
A knock on her door startled her sometime later. When she looked at her
watch, she couldn’t believe it was almost noon. She’d been in the bathroom for
four hours. Nervously, she looked at all eleven boxes of pregnancy tests opened
and strewn all over the room. She had peed on twenty-two sticks and all of them
read the same. Positive. The knock again, harder and louder this time, had her
leaving the bathroom and running to the door. She looked in the peep hole and
there stood Byron.
“Not now. Go away, please. I’m...I just took a shower and I’m not dressed
yet.” Well, that was partly true, she had taken a shower, and she wasn’t dressed
yet.
“Morgan, open the damned door before I break it down. Damon is with me
and he has a few things to go over…”
She ripped the door open so quickly that he jumped back. “Are you fucking
nuts? What part of ‘promise me you won’t say anything’ did you not
understand? Go away. We have nothing to discuss. You stupid jackass, I can’t… I
suppose the whole family knows? Damn it.” She stomped her foot and winced.
Byron paid her little mind and walked right in. Damon stood back for maybe
ten seconds, and then he barged right in too. Both men sat down on the couch
and looked at her.
“Sure, come on in. Make yourselves at home. Can I get you a drink, maybe
something to eat?” If they couldn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, she’d worry
about them.
“No, thanks, but when did you eat last? Byron, go in the kitchen and find her
something to eat. I’m betting she forgot to eat. How many test have you taken?
Byron, bring her some tea if she has some, if not, lots of juice. Morgan, sit down
before you fall down.”
Morgan sat, but not because he told her to, but because she was suddenly
dizzy again. That one word kept running through her head. Pregnant. Pregnant.
Pregnant. Over and over until she wanted to scream.
“Twenty-two. I used all of them. What am I gonna do? I don’t have the
means to raise a baby on my own. I barely have enough for myself.” She looked
around the room she rented over the bar. There wasn’t even room for a crib
much less a toddler.
“Let’s cross that bridge in a minute. Right now, I want to take a blood test
and confirm your twenty-two other tests, all right?” Damon was telling her
gently.
Morgan barely registered Byron’s comment on the tests she’d taken. Didn’t
even notice when Damon rolled up her robe and gently took out some of her
blood. She just lay back on the chair and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she was so
tired.
It was dark out when she woke up. There was a tantalizing smell coming
from somewhere close and she realized how hungry she was. She sat up slowly
and tried to remember getting into bed again, then remembered Byron and
Damon and why they were there.
Morgan heard them then, or at least she supposed it was them. She didn’t
want to talk with them just yet and went into the bathroom. Someone had
cleaned up and had taken out the entire mess along with the boxes and bags. She
was grateful for that. She didn’t think she could look at them again.
After a very long hot shower, she got dressed and went to the door. She had
given herself a good talking to while in the shower and felt better equipped to
deal with whatever happened now. Hell, maybe the tests she’d taken were faulty
and she wasn’t ... yeah right and she could live with the Easter Bunny and Santa
Claus when she got hugely round.
“Hello. You hungry? I have linguine and marinara sauce. Garlic bread and a
salad. You didn’t have much in the way of food, so we went shopping while you
were napping. Come on while it’s hot.” Damon had cooked for her. Whatever
had happened with the tests, it wasn’t good.
“Tell me.” She didn’t move as Byron came into the little kitchenette and sat
down next to his brother.
“You’re pregnant. As I’m sure you’d already figured out. If what we think
happened when we think it did then I’d say you’re due around the first of
September, give or take five days.”
“If you think happened when it happened? You mean when I had sex? Yes,
well that’s my business. I thank you for your concern, but I’d like you two to
leave now. I have to ... I have things to do.” She walked over to the door and
opened it wide. Neither of them moved.
“Is it Nicky’s baby, Morgan? Because if it is, then you’re wrong if you think
it’s not our concern. Nicky will stand up for you and that child. I’ll...we’ll make
sure he does,” Damon said. She glanced over at Byron. He shook his head
slightly. He hadn’t told him.
“No, it’s mine and only mine. I’d like for you both the leave now. I
appreciate your concern, but it’s nothing to do with you. Any of you. If you send
me a bill, I’ll pay you for your time.” Damon stared at her. She didn’t squirm or
fidget like she normally did when people were disappointed in her, but stared
right back.
“Come on, Damon, let’s go. She’s right. It’s none of our concern,” Byron said
to his brother. Finally, Damon stood up, too, and walked toward the door. She
wanted to cry with relief, but stood her ground.
“Here is a list of doctors in the Zanesville area that will take good care of
you. This is a prescription for prenatal vitamins that you need to start taking
right away. Stay off you feet as much as possible and eat lots of fruit. If you can’t
afford anything, and I mean anything, Morgan, you call me.” She took the
offered sheets from him, but didn’t say a word. She was afraid that if she opened
her mouth, she’d beg them to take care of her.
After she heard them pull out of the lot, she sat down at the table again.
Without a thought as to what she was eating, she filled her plate and began
putting the food into her mouth, chewed, swallowed, then did it again until the
plate was empty. Getting up, she began cleaning up the kitchen and going over
the layout of the pictures she’d taken yesterday—was it only yesterday?—of
Byron’s art. After she’d cleaned up, she pulled her laptop to her and began
setting the pages up. She got up twice to use the bathroom and to get a drink of
water. Not once did she think of the baby or Nickolas Grant.



Tune in next week for  CHAPTER THIRTY



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                                     Reed Bowen Boys 

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Kerry Stephens is beyond excited. The job promotion with the cable company came through taking her out of the office in into the field. She needs this job and didn’t know how much more she could stomach her current boss. Anything has to be better than working for him, right? So much for wishful thinking.
The Bowen family is buying the floundering cable company and want Kerry to help clean house. The problem? Kerry doesn’t want to talk. She may not be happy there under the current conditions, but she isn’t going to be responsible for anyone losing their job. She doesn’t need any more problems than she already has.
The last thing Reed expected is to find his mate so soon after coming back home. His new house is understaffed and the only furniture that’s arrived so far is the bedroom set. He knows she’s his mate, and his cat does too. He’s ready to settle down and is ecstatic to find her, and doesn’t understand why Kerry isn’t.
Kerry’s entire life she has never had anyone to love her and trust doesn’t come easy for her. Daily threats from her step-sister’s boyfriend don’t help.
When things get heated will Reed be able to intervene? And when push comes to shove can the family stay together, or will a devastating blow drive the family apart forever? Find out in the final installment of the Bowen Boys―Reed

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