Losing Him (Mitchell Family #8)(59)

I don’t know why I did it, but instinctively, I reached over and grabbed his arm. He got his strange look his face, at first, so I pulled off my sunglasses.

He chuckled. “Here, talk to her and tell her you don’t see that Goody’s headache relief. She doesn’t believe me that they don’t have it.” He handed me the phone.

Van, It’s Heather.

Oh my God, did you recognize Colt? That is so funny. I’m out in the car. We stayed up last night playing cards and my head is killing me.

Yeah, I had too much wine and came here for the same reason. I know that have Goody’s up at the front register. I can send Colt there now.

Oh, thank you so much.

Van, this might be a terrible idea and I understand if you say no, but would you like have lunch while you’re here?

I think that would be nice. How about you stop by the car on the way out. It’s actually a black SUV with Kentucky plates.

I couldn’t believe that she had agreed to have lunch with me. After grabbing some Tylenol, I headed home feeling like I finally had someone that I could talk to. I wanted to start over. Van being nice to me was just the begging.

As I approached the vehicle, I saw Van hop out. Unexpectedly, she walked up and hugged me. “How are you doing?”

I shrugged. “Are you asking because you know I’m a mess?”

She pulled away and looked at me. “Don’t say that. I’m sure you have friends.”

I put my head down and looked at the pavement. “I really don’t. I go to work and come home to Jacob.”

“What about Jessie?”

I felt my stomach knotting up and was ashamed to tell her what I’d done. “I left him. I just…I couldn’t be with someone that was with me out of pity.”

She reached out and grabbed my shoulder just as Colt approached us with a bag in his hand. “I’m so sorry, Heather. I thought that he wanted to work things out.”

“Yeah, Jessie doesn’t know how to work things out. He’s fickle. I can’t wake up every day and wonder if that day will be the day he leaves again. It’s been our whole relationship. He’ll never forgive me.”

She hugged me again. “Life is too short, Heather. I’ve learned to forgive others. Everyone needs a second chance at redemption.”

I started to tear up. “Thank you for saying that.”

“You know what I think?” She put her hands on her hips.

“What?”

“I think you need a makeover. You need to do something to feel good about yourself again.”

I shook my head. “I’m not going to that salon with Miranda there. She will never be okay with that.”

She started to laugh at me. “Her and Ty went to Florida with his parents and the kids. Colt and I came to help Conner with a shipment of steers. We’re staying at their place.”

“Are you sure it’s okay with Amy?” Was this where they tied me up and buried me alive as payback? Nobody would even come looking for me. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Just stop by. I’ll be over as soon as this headache goes away.”

She climbed in the car, while Colt gave me a nod and did the same. As they pulled away I waved.

My head was pounding and I was nauseas as crap, but all I could think about was that invite. Maybe I wanted to be their friends too much. Maybe my intentions were selfish.

It didn’t matter.

I hadn’t felt so excited in a long time.

I had hope.

Chapter 35


Jessie


I woke up out of a deep sleep to someone beating on my door. When I realized that the knocking wasn’t stopping, I hopped up and ran toward it, so that Jacob wouldn’t wake up. For some reason I didn’t even bother to look and see who it was before I sprung open the door, angry and dazed.

Heather just stood there with a big grin on her face. She looked like she was ready to go out to someplace fancy, wearing a long, black dress coat and very high heels. “Are you going to let me in?”

I scratched my head and realized that I was standing at the door in just my boxers. Even though there wasn’t any other homes around my place, it was still a bit chilly. I backed away from the door and kicked it open.

Before I could say anything, she walked past me and dropped the coat. Her little lacey number was see thru, showing me every single detail of her perfect body. I bit down on my lip and felt my dick responding to her beauty. She walked up, putting her lips so close to mine that I could feel her breath against my face. “Tell me you want this?” She motioned her hands up and down her body.

I took my hand and backed myself away as I unhooked her bra from the front. “How about I show you?”

She shuffled off the bra and watched me toss it on the floor. I grabbed her waist and lifted her into my arms, kissing her while she wrapped her legs around me and I walked us into the bedroom.

Heather’s body fell down on the soft bed. Her breasts bounced, catching my attention immediately. I just stood there, taking every inch of her in. Her beauty overwhelmed me. Her sex appeal seduced me.

I was pudding in her pretty little hands.

I lifted one of her legs up, paying close attention to the stilettos on her feet. I kissed the leather strap as I slowly unfastened it. She giggled, but remained still as she watched me take off the shoe and kiss her little toes. I watched her licking her lips as my lips made their way to her ankle.