by Kristen Lane
Nigel sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Exactly.”
Leigh shook her head. “But you could be one of them.”
He shrugged. “That’s just a risk I’ll have to take.”
Leigh felt like her gut was being ripped out of her. She erupted into tears, the water washing the salt-encrusted makeup off of her face, her muscles going weak. She sank to the floor, because she needed him. Waves of nausea rolled around in her belly as the thought of losing him, really losing him, caught hold of her. She didn’t know what she would do with herself.
She heard him shifting his weight as he joined her on that cold floor.
“You have to let me come with you.” Leigh squeezed his cheek as if she could force him to do what she wanted.
He pried her hands off of him, holding them in his lap. “It’s too dangerous for you. You have your career.”
“And you have yours!”
“Don’t you understand? This is my career! People can ignore words, but pictures? Pictures are everything. There’s a revolution out there!”
Leigh didn’t know what to say. She had never learned how to contain him. Eventually, her tears dried. They didn’t bother to go upstairs and just fell asleep on the couch. The next morning, Leigh opened her eyes to an empty villa.
Chapter Nine
The control room had devolved into chaos. Leigh was beginning to realize that Omar was the worst hijacker in terrorist history. He barely had control of his own men and, in the face of ongoing, difficult negotiations with the leader of the free world, he was faltering. It had now been over an hour since his dramatic call to action and he still had not made a move to kill anyone.
With every passing minute, Leigh grew more and more anxious. She hated sitting there wondering over and over again which moment would be her last.
“Silence!”
Every stopped talking except for the child.
Omar flick his hand in her direction. “Turn on the camera.”
Leigh’s heart skipped a beat. This was it. Her gaze shifted to Nigel, but he still wouldn’t look at her. He wasn’t thinking about her, he was thinking about their child. Leigh didn’t know who to blame anymore. As she watched him gaze out of the large windows that overlooked the runway, she wondered if he would ever think of her again.
“Give me the child.”
Caled yanked her clean out of Leigh’s arms. She shot up, her head spinning. “Pl--
“Kill me instead.” Nigel stood. “You need to send a message right? You can do it with me.”
Leigh could see them considering it when she turned to him. “God, Nigel stop trying to be the hero.”
“Why? What else do I have to live for?”
Her eyes flashed wide. She couldn’t believe how she had just come full circle. “Me?”
“Fuck it.”
Caled dropped the girl, who then ran to Leigh’s side and grabbed onto Nigel.
“No!!” Leigh dropped to her knees. It was so strange. Just a day ago, she had been perfectly content with never seeing him again. But she had already let go of him once. She didn’t have the strength in her to do it again.
As Caled checked the settings on his gun, Leigh could just faintly hear the sound of a helicopter just far off in the distance. She caught the tears streaming down Nigel’s face as Caled pressed the gun against his head.
Omar raised his hand. “Stop!” He made his way towards the window and stared out of it. “Something’s not--” There was a pop, a sound barely louder than an airpuff.
Omar’s head shot back, before ricocheting forward. He dropped, hitting the ground like a bag of rocks.
Chapter Ten
In the seconds after Omar’s death, the men fled, leaving Leigh, Nigel and this unnamed, unknown little girl sitting in the floor of the room, waiting for what would happen next.
“I thought that was my end,” He whispered.
“You must have had moments like that in Syria.”
He shook his head. “Too many to count.”
She scoffed. “That’s it then. It doesn’t matter to you. It happens all the time.”
He turned on her. “I wouldn’t have done that if I had known.”
Leigh glowered at him. “If yous couldn’t stay for me, why would you for her?”
“You never gave me the chance to make that decision.”
“Because you never gave me the chance to tell you in the first place.” Leigh had begun to cry for the umpteenth time that day. “You just left me there, like I didn’t matter. You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“If I allowed myself that, I never would have been able to bring myself to leave. I loved you too much, but I didn’t want to be weak.”
Leigh shook her head, trying and failing at ignoring his declaration of love. “What you did was weak.” But her voice faded at the end. She had realized that she would never win this argument. She stood up, grabbing the girl’s hand. “We should find her family.”
He nodded. By the time they had reentered the main halls of the airport, it had become apparent that the coast guard had overtaken things. Medical personnel, police officers and people in uniform roamed the halls. A steady stream of civilians made their way down walkways.
“Did you ever meet her?” Nigel’s voice shook.
Leigh shook her head. “I couldn’t look at her.”
He stopped.
“What?” Leigh turned to face him.
“I don’t know where we went wrong.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I loved you so much.”
Leigh sighed, taking a step towards him. “See you never told me that. I never knew that.”
He cupped her cheek.
“That’s where we went wrong.”
He kissed her, his hand trailing down to her arm, his fingers intertwining with hers.
“We were so selfish,” She said as they kept walking.
“Maybe we could try again, knowing what we know now.”
Leigh paused on this. It had been so long since she had been that young model in love with her photographer. “That’s a door I never thought I’d open again.” They reached the escalator of the arrivals terminal, and boarded it, spotting the chaos of reporters and ambulances on the street ahead.
She paused at the end of the escalator, “but I never learned how to say no to you.”
Bonus Book 1
Loving Again
Paige Parker
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Julia closed her eyes and let the chocolate melt over her tongue. “This cake is perfect,” she said.
Evan grinned and offered her another forkful. “I’m glad. I was a little nervous about trying out a new recipe.”
“Mmm,” Julia said as her lips closed over the fork. “It was all delicious. The chicken, the wine, the cake. You are the perfect boyfriend.” She leaned over the table to kiss him, leaving his lips covered in chocolate frosting.
He licked his lips and chuckled. “I try.”
Julia stared into his eyes, watching the flicker of candlelight reflect over the dark brown of his irises and make golden highlights in his hair. After almost one year with Evan, things couldn’t be better. She hoped that, with the anniversary of their first date nearing, he’d propose. They had discussed marriage and their future on a few occasions. They would buy a big house in the suburbs, have at least two kids—Lucas for a boy and Amelia for a girl—and they’d live the dream life. She’d secured her first job a few months ago as a nurse at the local hospital, and he’d just been promoted to manager at the car dealership where he worked through college. They were relatively debt free, in their late twenties, financially stable, and in love. All that was missing was the ring on her finger. But that would come in time, she knew.
“What are you thinking about?” Evan asked. “You’re grinning like a two-year-old with a handful of cookies.”
“Just picturing our beautiful future.” She laughed and kissed him again, drawing it out until the text message alerts on her phone became too frequent to ignore. “Grr. Hang on.”
She pulled her phone from her pocket and looked at the texts to see who was being so impatient. Six texts, all from Alyssa.
“Everything okay?” Evan asked.
“My sister sent me six texts.” She scrolled through them, Alyssa’s desperation clearly increasing in each message:
“What are you doing right now?”
“Can you call me?”
“It’s super important.”
“I need to talk to you!”
“Please call me now!!”
“JULIA CALL MEEEE!!!!”
Julia sighed. “I better call her real quick.” She tapped on the image of her sister’s face and in less than two rings, Alyssa answered.
“Finally!”
“Are you okay?” Julia asked. “What’s going on?”
“I—we—have a situation. It involves our house.”
“What? Is everything okay? Did something happen?”
“Well…” Alyssa let out a deep breath. “Something happened, yeah, but not necessarily to the house, more like, to those who live in it.”
“Alyssa. What is going on?”
“Remember my friend Melanie who died last year?”
“Of course.” Julia had stood with Alyssa at the funeral, holding onto her as she sobbed for her best friend who’d died in a car accident.
“Well, her husband—or ex, or widow, or whatever you’d call him—”
“Widower.”
“Yeah, that. Well Dylan kinda lost his job. It was this super sad thing where he just couldn’t make it to work because he was all grief stricken, and I felt really bad and you know Kylee was like a niece to me, and well, they need a place to stay—just for a little while! And I kinda told them they could live with us.”
It took a minute for the words to sink in. Alyssa had decided, all on her own, that this man and his daughter could move into the house they shared. The not-so-incredibly-huge house they shared near the city.
Alyssa and Melanie had been close since they were kids. Julia was friends with Melanie, too. They were both at the wedding when Melanie married Dylan, and they were both at Kylee’s first birthday party a few years ago. The situation was sad all around and she couldn’t see saying no, especially since Alyssa had already told them they could move in.
“Jules? You still there?”
“Yes,” she said. “Still here. Isn’t there anyone else they can stay with? Other friends or family?”
“No, there’s really not.”
She sighed. “When are they moving in?”
“Oh, thank you! I knew you’d understand!”
“Hey Alyssa?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe next time we can talk about something like this first?”
“I am so sorry. I was talking to Dylan and he was so sad and it just kinda came out before I even thought about it, and I figured you wouldn’t really mind, and like I said, it’s only temporary, so I just—”
“Okay, okay. I get it. It’s fine. Where are they going to sleep, though?”
“Well…”
The house only had two bedrooms and another smaller room that they used as an office.
“I thought we’d put them in the office?” Alyssa said.
“You think it’s big enough?”
“It’s going to have to be.”
Julia sighed again, the stress building up in her forehead. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Why don’t you just move into my room with me and let them stay in your room?”
“Are you sure? I mean, that would be much better. They’d have a lot more room and there are two of them.”
“It’s fine.” Julia glanced over the table at Evan, who appeared visibly concerned. “I’m going to finish my date now.”
“Yes, sorry to interrupt! I love you!”
“Love you, too.” Julia ended the call and recounted the missing bits of conversation to Evan so he’d have the full picture.
“How temporary is temporary?” Evan asked.
“No idea. I guess until he can find a new job and get on his feet again?”
Evan got up, cleared the table, and massaged Julia’s shoulders. “I think this calls for more wine.” He opened another bottle and poured a fresh glass for each of them. “To…”
“New adventures in roommates?” Julia finished.
Evan chuckled. “New adventures in roommates.” They clinked glasses and Julia downed the whole glassful in one long gulp.
Chapter 2
A loud crash woke Julia. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As she listened, a commotion of sound came from downstairs. Voices, footsteps, and banging. She sighed and heaved herself out of bed. Today was moving day.
Julia pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and made her way downstairs to a scene of chaos. Boxes were stacked on one side of the living room; a scattering of furniture took over the dining room. Alyssa had said Dylan was getting a storage unit for their furniture, but there it was, invading her house. People were traipsing in and out through the front door, carrying boxes and other objects. A small girl sat on a displaced chair, clutching a worn pink teddy bear.
Dylan carried a box into the room and set it on the growing stack. Julia was shocked at first. Though he’d never been overweight, he’d lost a few pounds in the last months, and he looked better than ever, despite the hardship he’d faced recently. He turned to head back out the door and saw Julia watching.
“Oh, hi,” he said.
“Happy moving day,” she said.
He gave her a quick hug. “Thank you so much for doing this. We will try to keep out of your way as much as possible.”
“It’s okay,” she said as Alyssa walked in, balancing a lamp on top of a small table. “The more the merrier.”
T
hey exchanged awkward smiles and he headed back out the door.
“Alyssa,” she hissed and motioned to her sister. “Come here.”
Alyssa followed her into the kitchen and took a fresh bottle of water from the refrigerator.
Julia leaned against the counter and kept her voice a low hiss. “I thought you said they were getting a storage unit for their furniture.”
“Oh yeah,” Alyssa took a long gulp of water and screwed the cap on the bottle. “It’s not ready yet. They’ll move the furniture out next week.”
“And how are we supposed to use the dining room in the meantime?”
“Umm, I guess we won’t? It’s only a week, Jules.”
“Right. Except Evan’s parents were supposed to come over for dinner next Thursday. Will it be out by then? This already isn’t working.”
Alyssa looked to the doorway. “Hey Dylan.”
Julia spun and faced him. He was sweaty and breathing heavy, a smudge of dirt on his chin. His red hat sat backwards on his blonde hair, and he looked incredibly attractive standing there with his hands on Kylee’s shoulders. The expression on his face said that clearly, he had overheard her.
“I’m really sorry if we’re in the way,” he said. “I’ll make sure all our stuff is out of here before Thursday.”
“Oh…” Julia said, her face growing warm. “No, it’s fine. We can make do.”
“Look,” Dylan said, tightening his arms around Kylee. “I know this is an inconvenience. You don’t have to act like this was your idea. We really appreciate you letting us stay here, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure it doesn’t affect you in any way.”
Julia swallowed hard and nodded. With all they had been through, she felt like a jerk worrying about some furniture and ruined dinner plans. She didn’t really need the dining room anyway. “Thank you, but really, it’s fine. We can have the dinner at Evan’s house. I know you’ve been through a lot. I’m…” But what else could she say? Sorry for being insensitive about letting you take over my house? Even though it’s an inconvenience, I still feel bad for your loss and want to help you? No. She went with, “We’ll all adjust.”