I was completely naked on my childhood bed with the most incredibly handsome man I’d met in…well, ever, doing things to me that I’d always thought were just a figment of some romance writer’s imagination. I pressed my hands into his hair and pulled him closer to me, moving my hips so that he touched all the right places, noises I didn’t think my body capable of flowing from my mouth.
If I was dreaming, I hoped no one would wake me. Ever.
There was a twinge of disappointment as he began to slide back up the length of my body. But when our lips found one another again, and the taste of my juices was warm on his tongue, it was like the sweetest nectar of the sweetest peach ever eaten. I pressed my hands against the small of his back, pushing at his jeans with my fingertips and my feet, anxious to feel him inside of me. He chuckled a little before pulling back and helping me by unzipping his fly—gee, why didn’t I think of that?—and sliding them over his narrow hips. I watched, enjoying the show. And what those jeans revealed made my heart do a funny little dance it took it a minute to recover from.
Could God have made a more perfect man?
I reached for him and he closed his eyes as my hand wrapped itself around his girth, a moan slipping from between those perfect lips that made my juices run that much more freely. And then he positioned himself at my opening, sliding carefully inside, his movements controlled as he slowly—painfully slowly—buried himself as deeply as he physically could. I lifted my hips, welcoming him. And then we moved into a perfect rhythm, rocking together as though we’d done this a million times before, our bodies just instinctively aware of one another and the way in which we needed to be touched.
I wanted it to last forever. I buried my fingers in his flesh, held him tight against me even as he reached underneath me and lifted my hips to his. I must have cried out over and over because my throat was raw later, but I barely remember it. All I remember is how good it felt, how quick the tingle of orgasm built, how excruciating the pleasure truly was. And I remember the rawness of his screams, buried in my pillow, as he reached his climax.
I don’t remember falling asleep. I remember lying with my head on his chest, listening to his heavy breathing slowing, remember the smell of him filling my every pore. I can still smell him as I lay here now, aware that morning has arrived, that he’s gone. But I don’t want to open my eyes. I’m not ready to face the reality of what I’ve done.
Reality, however, wasn’t going to let me ignore it for long. The doorbell rang. It was an innocent sound, at first. But then it came over and again, like someone was leaning on it.
I reluctantly climbed out of bed and tugged my bathrobe over my nakedness, pulling it modestly against my curves.
“Can I help you?” I asked the bored looking man who stood on my front doorstep.
“Penelope Monroe?”
I nodded, glancing past him out into the street, trying to figure out what time it was by the number of cars in my neighbor’s driveways. After eight, at least.
“You’ve been served,” the man said, shoving an envelope into my hands. “Would you sign here?”
“What do you mean, served?” I asked, my attention drawn back to the stranger on my doorstep.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just deliver them. But my guess is, you’re being sued.”
I managed to sign his paper and close the door despite the rising panic in my chest. The only thing I could think it might be was a creditor my parents left unpaid that I’d missed in all the mess they’d left behind. I took the envelope into the kitchen and sliced it open with a steak knife, pouring the contents out onto the counter next to the scotch glass Harrison had slipped from my hand last night as he began to…
Harrison. His name was all over these papers. But not his name. Harrison Philips.
The name set off a bell in my mind. I knew that name, but I wasn’t sure how.
Harrison James Philips it said toward the bottom of one of the pages. It was a court order stating that he was to take custody of one Jonathon Tyler Monroe.
My head was spinning. I didn’t understand.
“I’m sorry,” a voice said behind me. “I tried to stop them.”
I couldn’t even turn. I couldn’t pull my eyes from those words.
“I don’t understand,” I somehow managed to whisper.
“I tried to tell you last night.”
I did turn then. It was a feat of pure will that forced my eyes from those papers - that forced me to look at the man who shared my bed just hours ago, to look at Harrison.
“Tell me what?”
“He’s my son, Penny.” There was something like regret in his eyes. But I had to be imagining it, didn’t I?
“JT is my biological son. And I want him back.”
Chapter 8
Harrison
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been comfortable enough in a woman’s bed to sleep. But I did. And when I woke—thank God for phone alarms—I had to rush out in order to get ready for work in time.
Penelope was curled up on her side, her back pressed against me, her hands curled under her cheek. I brushed my fingertip carefully against her face, pulling a piece of thick, mahogany hair away so that I could see her more clearly. She was so beautiful! And she was even more so like this, with all the tension and worry gone from her face. I wanted to wake her, make love to her sleek, warm body. But she was so peaceful, and my phone kept reminding me that I’ll be late for first period if I don’t get going. And, for the moment, I needed to keep my cover in place.
What would Penelope say when she finally realized I wasn’t a high school English teacher? What would she think of my real occupation as CEO of one of the most successful companies in the country? Would she be impressed with my successes, impressed by my wealth? Or would she scorn it all because of the lies I’ve told her?
I climbed out of bed, moving silently so that I wouldn’t disturb her. I never meant for any of this to happen. When I came here, it was with the intention of developing a relationship with the son I didn’t know I had until a few months ago. It never occurred to me that I would fall into bed with his overwrought sister. Or that I would care about the carnage I’d leave behind when I left town with my son in tow.
But now…things were getting far too complicated!
I glanced around the room. I wanted to leave her a note, but didn’t see anything I could write on. I decided a text message would probably work just as well. My alarm bleated again. I quickly turned it off, stared at Penelope for a second longer, then slipped away, leaving her to get some well-deserved rest.
My rented house was just a few blocks away. I was in the shower within minutes of leaving her, rushing through my morning routine as I tried to remember if I got my lesson plans finished the night before. I was shaving when my cellphone rang. My first thought was that Penelope woke up and was calling to ask where I’d gone.
“Harrison? This is Mitchell Faraday. I just wanted to let you know the paperwork was filed and the party should be getting served as we speak.”
“Paperwork?” I asked, my mind jumping around, trying to remember what paperwork I’d asked my lawyer to file.
“On the custody matter. The judge agreed to hold a hearing tomorrow morning—“
“Custody?”
Oh, hell!
I suddenly remembered a hurried phone call as I rushed to Penelope’s bakery the day before. I’d just found out that my son—her brother—had gotten arrested for public intoxication over the weekend. I was so angry that I decided to push the button on the custody battle I’d promised my sister I would delay until I better knew what JT’s situation was. But I was so angry, and then Penelope looked so overwhelmed, so vulnerable, and we kissed and I forgot all about it.
I disconnected the phone as Mitchell stammered over his own words, trying to explain himself. Tugging on the first set of clothing I could find, I jumped into my car and rushed back to Penelope’s house in the hopes of catch
ing the process server before he performed his duties. But there was a car pulling away from the curb out front.
A sense of dread settled in my stomach.
I barely had the car in park before I jumped out and rushed toward the house, bursting through the door without stopping to knock. I found her in the kitchen, staring at the paperwork where it was spilled out over the counter.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I tried to stop them.”
She didn’t speak at first. Then, in a quiet, broken voice, she said, “I don’t understand.”
“I tried to tell you last night.”
It was true. I did try to tell her. But, somehow, I couldn’t make the words come out. Or maybe I just hadn’t tried hard enough. I don’t know which it was, but I know that I would forever regret not telling her before…before the taste of her lips and the feel of her eager body under mine.
She turned, with such fear and shock in her eyes that it was like a physical blow just looking at them. I almost wished she would hit me. It would probably hurt less.
“Tell me what?”
Was there any point in trying to deny the truth now?
“He’s my son, Penny.”
A cloud of confusion washed over her face.
“JT’s is my biological son,” I repeated. “And I want him back.”
There. It was out in the open now. I waited for her to respond, for her to yell and scream, for her to tell me what an ass I was. But she just stood there, her eyes stuck on my face, and I got the distinct impression that she didn’t see me. I wasn’t sure she was seeing anything.
“His mother and I, we had a brief relationship when I was in college. I never knew she’d gotten pregnant.”
Penny moved slightly, a jerk of her chin that might have been an attempt at a nod. I stepped toward her and she didn’t move away, so I continued, took her arms in my hands as I stared into her face, desperate to make her understand.
“His mother gave him up for adoption without my permission. I never even knew about him. And when I ran into her a few months ago, she told me the truth.”
“And you came looking for him.”
“Yes.”
“You must have been thrilled to find out our parents had died. One less obstacle to overcome.”
“Penny…”
She pressed her hands to my chest, all her attention focused on them as though she couldn’t make herself look anywhere else.
“Is this why last night happened? Were you trying to…what? To catch me off guard? To use me before I found out what a lying bastard you are?”
She said it so softly, so calmly that the sting was that much more intense.
I grabbed her wrists, pulled her closer to me, lowering my head so our lips were a breath apart.
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
“But what did you think would happen?”
She tried to pull away, but I tugged her even closer, afraid that the moment she moved out of my grasp that I would never be able to touch her again. My chest ached in a way I’d never felt before. I’d never fought for something I wanted before. If it didn’t come easily, I gave up. I thought it was noble, giving up my dreams to take care of my mother and sister. I thought it was the right thing to do, so I didn’t fight it. But this? I felt something slipping between my fingers and I desperately wanted to hold on to it.
I pressed my forehead against hers, my lips brushing hers.
“You have to understand. I never knew about JT. And when I found out, I wanted to rush in here and take him back. But I waited—“
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to hurt him.”
She laughed. It wasn’t the kind of laugh that made my heart sing when I heard it. It was dark, filled with so many emotions that I couldn’t even begin to sort them all out. Tears began to stream down her face. She pushed at my chest, tried to pull away but I only tightened my grip on her wrists.
“Let me go!”
“Please, Penny,” I said, my own voice so raw that I hardly recognized it. “There’s got to be a way—“
“You started this fight.” Her voice was suddenly filled with steel. Determination. “And I will finish it. JT’s adoption is legal. I don’t know what happened between you and the mother all those years ago, but you aren’t taking him from me.”
“We can find a way—“
She shook her head. “You will stay away from him. Do you understand me?”
“He’s my son.”
She jerked her arms, managed to break free of my hold.
“Get out!” she cried, tears still streaming down her face. “Get out of my house!”
“Penelope, we need to talk about this.”
“Get out!”
She was nearly hysterical then. I could see it in her face, hear it in her voice. And then JT stepped into the room, his gaze jumping from his sister to me.
“What’s going on?”
The panic that burst across Penelope’s face was a warning. I held up my hand, a useless gesture meant to keep her calm.
“I’m leaving.”
I glanced at JT, wanting to explain everything to him before Penelope could. But I knew she wouldn’t have any of it. So I just nodded to him, silently praying he wouldn’t hate me forever when she told him. Then I walked out of the house, slamming the door behind me.
How the hell did this get so out of control so quickly?
Chapter 9
Penelope
“What’s going on?”
I brushed past JT and gathered the papers on the counter, afraid he might see his name in them and want to know what was going on. I had to get a lawyer. I had to get someone to stop this, to make this craziness go away.
Harrison was his father.
I just couldn’t wrap my mind around that. This teacher who marched into our lives and threatened to report me to child protective services. Some of it was beginning to make sense despite everything. And I didn’t want it to make sense. I didn’t want to see any of this from his point of view.
We had sex. He kissed me and made me feel…and all this time he had this secret.
“Penny?”
I turned and focused on JT. Only when his eyes narrowed did I realize that I was still crying. I reached up and rubbed my cheeks, got rid of the evidence.
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “You should go get ready for school.”
“Why was Mr. James here?”
I shook my head. “We just…” What was I supposed to say to that? “We were just talking.”
“About me?”
“It’s not important, JT. Go get ready for school.”
“Penny—“
“Go, JT.”
He stared at me a moment longer, but he didn’t push it. He turned and walked off and the relief that settled on my shoulders was almost enough to knock me off my feet.
How was I going to explain this one to him?
*****
“What does this mean?”
Jack Sullivan, my parents’ lawyer, studied the papers I’d been served that morning. He wouldn’t look up and that made little fingers of fear dance up and down my spine. His face reminded me of those bitter few months after their deaths when I learned just how much financial disaster they’d left behind for me to deal with.
“Jack…”
“It’s not good, Penny.” His dark eyes were filled with compassion as he finally looked up. “They’re claiming that the adoption was never legal because he never gave his consent to it.”
“But I distinctly remember my parents talking about it. They had paperwork that showed both parents gave up custody. That was important to them.”
“Yes, well, this document claims that his father’s signature was forged by his father – JT’s grandfather. And—if they can prove that is true—that makes the adoption invalid.”
“So he can just come in and take my brother away from me?”
“That’s what he’s trying to do.”
I shook my head, fear continuing to dance on my spine. In fact, it had now moved to the pit of my stomach. I dragged my fingers through my hair, biting my lip in hopes of stemming the tears that seemed to flow much too easily these past few hours. As frustrating as JT could sometimes be, I wasn’t going to allow some liar to march in and take him away from me. It didn’t matter if he was his father. He wasn’t here for the past fifteen years. I was. He couldn’t just disrupt JT’s life, turn it upside down, and rip him away from the only home he’d ever known. I wasn’t about to allow that to happen.
“How do we fight it?”
“Well,” Jack said, drawing out the word as though he was searching for the answer to my question, “we contact the local courts and set a hearing. In the meantime, we get an injunction against this custody order. Where is JT right now?”
“At school.”
“I would suggest you go withdraw him. As long as this man is employed by the school, he’ll have free access to JT. And that could be counterproductive, considering what he’s trying to do.”
I had actually considered that. But I wanted JT’s day to be as normal as possible until I figured out what our next move would be. Now, I supposed, that would be my next step.
“What’ll happen at the hearing?”
“We’ll make a case for you and the original adoption. You have the adoption papers, right?”
“Somewhere.”
“You’ll want to bring those so we can have them submitted as evidence. And anything else your parents might have kept that could help. Letters from the mother, emails or letters from the adoption attorney…whatever you think might be helpful.”
“I’ll take a look at their stuff.”
His eyes were filled with compassion when he looked up at me again. “We’ll do everything we can to fight this, Penny. But you need to prepare yourself for the possibility—“
“No.” I stood and tossed my bag over my shoulder. “I won’t. I lost my parents. I can’t lose my brother, too.”
I held my head high as I stormed out of his office. But my courage crumbled when I reached my car. The tears I’d been fighting all morning released themselves in a torrent, sobs tearing through my chest as I beat my hands against the steering wheel.
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