Among the Echoes(87)



Slate spends his days at the gym, and he actually has some pretty talented kids. He’s done great things for the boxing community in Indianapolis. Above and beyond all of that though, I think he is finally happy. Slate loves boxing, and now he can actually enjoy it from behind the scenes and out of the limelight.

As I drive through the gates in front of our house, a sudden calm washes over me. Adam is running around like the madman he is. I watch as he giggles while stomping through the dirt. My eyes drift to the front porch, where Slate is swinging with Riley held tight against his chest.

"How is she?" I ask Slate as Adam careens into my legs. "Hey, buddy. Did you have a good day with Dad?"

He doesn’t bother to answer me before taking off again.

"About the same." He stands to give me a kiss, but his face is worried.

"She’ll be okay. I promise. It’s just her teeth. Remember when Adam did the same thing?"

"I’m just glad you’re home." He smiles warmly as he kisses my forehead.

"What do you want to eat for dinner tonight?"

"You," he says with a smirk.

"Jesus, Slate. You know, one of these days, they are going to understand you."

"It will be a sad day, beautiful. I know you love it when I talk dirty to you." He winks, and damn if he isn’t right.

"I’m serious. You need to start watching your mouth," I lie. I’ll actually rue the day when Slate stops talking dirty to me.

"Liar," he breathes into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

He hands me Riley, who is almost asleep, and jogs out to chase Adam in circles.

As I look around at our little bubble of the world, I can’t help but remember how this all started. Our relationship was established on secrets and lies, but in the end, it flourished through truths. Slate told me years ago that we all have scars, and our relationship is no different. It could have very easily been ruined from the start, but he fought for me—even when I couldn’t fight for myself.





"Hey, babe." I answer my phone to hear Erica sobbing on the other end. "What’s wrong?" I immediately freeze in the middle of the busy Chicago sidewalk.

"It’s a boy!" She laughs across the line. "We're going to name him Adam."

My whole body instantly relaxes and a smile spreads across my face. "Congratulations!" I say, laughing right along with her.

Suddenly, a tall blonde, fumbling through her purse and cussing, catches my eye. She’s gorgeous, but her level of anxiety is what really makes me take notice.

"Are you coming up for the baby shower? Some of the nurses at work are putting together a little something for us in a few months."

"Isn’t that for chicks?" I respond, never tearing my eyes off the blonde, who pulls out her cell phone, just to become more agitated.

"No. Slate will be there. You two can hang out while we gasp over baby clothes."

The woman I’m all but gawking at walks away, only to quickly turn back around and head in my direction.

"Erica, can I call you back?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You can get off the phone, but you’re coming to the shower."

"Okay. Send me the info. I’ll be there," I reply just to appease her. "Bye, babe." I hang up and head toward the flustered woman. The closer I get, the sexier she becomes, and suddenly, I’m approaching her for a totally different reason.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you need some help?" I ask when I get close.

"God, yes! I’m late for an interview and I have no idea where the hell I am. The cab driver dropped me off here, but I think this is the wrong place. Oh, and my phone died, because really—that’s the kind of day I'm having. You don’t happen to know where State Street is, do you?" she rushes out then blows her hair out of her eyes with a huff.

"Yeah. That’s, like, two streets back. You’re not far. Come on. I’ll walk you there."

"Oh, thank you so much." She sighs with relief.

I extend a hand toward her. "Hi. My name’s Leo James."

"Nice to meet you. I’m Sarah Erickson."





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Broken Course

Leo James and Sarah Erickson



Can two broken souls mend each other, or will their pasts be more than any love can overcome?

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