Kimberly’s case was similar in a lot of ways to that one. It was about a life. Just as that man’s family needed the settlement for the welfare of his children, Kimberly’s grandmother needed to win custody for the welfare of her. It was far from an open-and-shut case, but it wasn’t impossible either. Kimberly’s father was claiming he was trying to get his life together. He’d need to be able to prove that very quickly in order to overcome his past in the eyes of the court.
Michaela walked up the steps in front of the large white building. Standing among the pillars was the Legal Services team. Melissa stood with her arms crossed, nodding at something her paralegal was saying to her. Kimberly held her grandmother’s hand. Katie saw Michaela and waved her over.
“We’re about to go in,” she said. They turned, but before they could enter the building, a man stopped them.
“Kimberly,” he called. She looked up at him and shrank into her grandmother, who pulled her inside and out of sight of the man.
“Sir,” Melissa stepped forward to block him from going after his daughter. “I can’t let you speak to them. I’m sorry. We will see you in the courtroom.”
The case didn’t go as smoothly as Michaela had expected. John, Kimberly’s dad, laid out all the changes he’d made in his life. He claimed to be clean and sober and agreed to submit to a drug test. He was working. It seemed like things would go his way. Every now and then, Michaela would glance at Kimberly and her grandmother, who were holding each other. Kimberly didn’t want to go back to live with that man. Her age being what it was, though, her wishes wouldn’t hold much weight.
Then John mentioned that his fiancée was living with him and was excited to be a mother to Kimberly and provide her a home. Melissa had found out about the fiancée only days ago, but she’d managed to have a background check run, and that proved to be their golden ticket. She had a record. Assault and battery. John seemed honestly stunned by this revelation. He slumped back in his chair, defeated.
In the end, the court had granted custody to Kimberly’s grandmother, and Michaela had never felt so good about anything she’d worked on in her life.
Michaela hurried home to get ready to leave the city for the holiday weekend. Even her impending trip home hadn’t dampened her mood. She was still smiling when Ethan called.
“Are you on your way home?” he asked immediately.
“Well, hello to you too,” she responded, a little put out that his grumpiness was going to rain on her good mood.
“I don’t have much time to talk, Michaela, so no games.”
“Wow, who stole your cat?”
“Michaela!”
“Fine, oh annoyed one, what do you want?”
“What time will you be home?” he asked.
“I don’t know. We’re leaving whenever Chris manages to get out of work. He said he should be here by one.”
“Then you’ll be back by dinner?”
“Yes, why?” she asked.
“I called your mom, and she invited me over.”
“Why did you call my mom?” Alarm bells rang in her mind.
“Stop with the pestering. It really isn’t attractive. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Okay, love you.”
“Yeah... you too.”
“What do you mean you’re working all Thanksgiving?” Maggie stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Jason across his apartment.
“I figured I’d stay open.” He shrugged.
“Bullshit.”
Jason had to fight the urge to laugh every time his schoolteacher cousin cursed. She’d scrunch up her face, and the word sounded so foreign coming from her mouth. She’d hit him if he laughed, though.
“I’m really not in the mood for holidays.” He busied himself in the kitchen, grabbing plates for the food she’d just brought.
“Oh, snap out of it. You’ve been in this funk for months and haven’t done a damn thing about it. It’s your own fault Michaela is with someone else, so I don’t want to hear anything more of it.”
“Okay.” He tossed her a beer and sank down onto the couch with his food. He’d known for a while now she was right. Thinking back on it, he had his chance. He just didn’t understand why Michaela went running back to Ethan so quickly rather than talking to him.
“We’re doing Thanksgiving at my place, like always. Elijah will be there, too, since he didn’t go to his parents’. And, before you ask, Chris and Michaela went home for the weekend. So, I’ll make dinner and the three of us can get fat and you can get drunk. Sound like a plan?”
“Fine. I’ll bring the booze.”
“You are a wonderful man, cuz.”
“Yeah yeah. Let’s just watch the game.” Jason flipped through the channels until he found the Rangers playing the Tampa Bay Lightning. “They’re going to kill us.” The Rangers were having a hellish season. Injuries and bad play had derailed any hope for the playoffs, and it was only six weeks into the season. It was like watching a plane crash and you just couldn’t tear your eyes away.
There was a soft knock on the door. Maggie looked at him and he shrugged, so she got up to answer it.
“Ummm, I think it’s for you,” she called back. Jason joined her to find Katie standing in the open door, wearing a tight-fitting dress that barely covered her ass, let alone her mile-long legs. Jason couldn’t help it as his eyes raked over her. Her long hair was curled and thrown over one shoulder. The way she looked at him made his mouth dry.
If he was honest with himself, he wanted to tell Maggie to leave and pull Katie into his room and take her right then. Every guy who saw her probably wanted the same thing. He knew what she’d offer. No strings. Just physical. Those words brought a certain auburn-haired beauty to mind, and he backed up. He wasn’t that guy. With him, there would always be strings.
“I can leave,” Maggie said from behind him. Katie grinned her approval, but Jason shook his head.
“Katie, you need to go. You can’t just show up here.”
“Oh, but you seemed to want me here the other night... before you got distracted. Remember the invitation?” Katie’s voice was a low purr. She tried to step into the apartment, but Jason blocked her.
“That was a mistake.” Jason took a step back from her. “I wasn’t myself.”
“Because of Michaela?”
Jason curled his fists at his sides.
“You know she has a boyfriend, right?” Katie continued. “He calls her at the office all the time. You should see her smile when he does. He’s going to be a doctor. You don’t stand a chance, bartender boy.”
“Honey,” Maggie stepped in between them. “What Jason here is too nice to say is that he doesn’t want you. So get over it and get out.” Katie looked from Maggie to Jason and back again before turning around sharply and stomping off. Maggie was laughing when they shut the door. “I need to spend more time over here. It’s so much more entertaining than my place.”
Chapter Twelve
They got home later than they’d intended. Chris, true to form, hadn’t left work when he said he would. They entered the house to find their mother and Ethan having drinks in the living room. Michaela was used to the bond between Ethan and both her parents. They’d been supportive of the relationship since it first started. He was the ideal husband for their daughter. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Her parents weren’t happy when she declined his proposal, but she refused to be pushed into it. She wondered what they’d think of his reaction to her rejection. If it wasn’t for Chris and Josh, he may have hit her. She hadn’t forgotten that. It’s why she was cautious in their relationship now.
Ethan rushed towards her and gave her a quick kiss. He held out his hand to Chris, but her brother didn’t take it.
“Where’s Dad?” Chris asked. He’d been nervous the entire drive of seeing their father. They had a discussion coming that wouldn’t be comfortable for either of them.
“He’s out of town for a case,” their mother answ
ered. “He’ll be home tomorrow.”
Dinner was a quiet affair as it usually was in the Matthews’ house. Michaela’s mom and Ethan carried most of the conversation, usually with each other. They talked of the recent social events and the local gossip. Ethan came home a lot to attend the events. His father always told him that knowing influential people in the community would help when it came time to join his practice in town.
“I need some air,” Michaela said, suddenly jumping to her feet. “I think I’ll go for a walk.”
“By yourself?” Ethan asked, not offering to go with her. She hadn’t expected him to. It was late, and there was nothing in it for him. She mentally slapped herself every time she had thoughts like that. It really wasn’t fair to Ethan when she did.
“Oh, but dear, it’s so cold out,” her mom said.
“I’ll wear a coat.” Michaela walked towards the door and shrugged on a jacket before slipping out. The air was still, but the biting cold felt good. She headed for the familiar path and, before she knew it, she could hear the waves breaking on the beach. She slipped off her shoes and socks to feel the chill of the sand beneath her feet.
The beach looked lonely tonight without a soul around. Michaela sat down and buried her hands in the sand while she looked out at the moonlight playing on the water. That was the one place where she could think clearly, without the haze of her insecurities or worries.
Whenever Ethan talked about his future, Michaela couldn’t see herself in it. All those years ago, their relationship had started off with so much promise. She felt lucky that he even noticed her. They were young and passionate. Ethan was much more carefree then than he was now. They hadn’t had to try so hard. Everything between them now seemed so forced. Michaela no longer got nervous when she was about to see him. He no longer texted her every morning when he got up. If she was being honest with herself, all of that was gone long before he ever proposed.
It wasn’t just their relationship that had changed either. Michaela was not the same weak-willed girl who followed Ethan everywhere. He’d lost his control of her and was constantly trying to get it back. At times, Michaela thought he’d become cruel. She overlooked a lot of things because she loved him, but she knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that.
She had no intention of becoming some socialite here at home. That’s what Ethan and both their parents expected of her. She wanted something different. She wanted to work hard at something she loved. She wanted adventure. She didn’t want a quiet life. She wanted ... his face popped into her mind, but she refused to dwell on it. While she was with Ethan, that wasn’t fair to him.
She didn’t even know if Jason wanted her. He’d rejected her and turned to Katie. Michaela stood abruptly to try to shake it from her mind. She walked down to the edge of the water to dip her hands into the icy sea to splash her face before going back up to the house.
Ethan waited for her by the door with a frown on his lips. When anger deepened the grooves on his face, Michaela thought he looked frightening. He was attractive in the way of people who put a lot of thought and time into their look. When she started dating him in high school, there were a lot of disappointed girls out there. Michaela liked him when he smiled, however rare that was. Sometimes she felt like she stayed with him through all of his crap, just for the occasional moments when his lips would stretch into one of those full-teeth grins, and she’d melt.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Ethan said when she reached him. Those words could have so many meanings. Somehow Michaela felt that he didn’t mean it in a romantic way. She knew she was being scolded for taking too long.
“I’m sorry.” She looked down at her feet, unwilling to meet his gaze. Things had been like this between them since they got back together - uncomfortable meetings and awkward phone conversations. Ethan took her hand in his and started pulling her through the house and up the stairs. He didn’t release her until they were in her room with the door shut. She heard a click as he turned the lock and he finally turned to look at her.
“Baby, I’ve missed you.” He took a step closer. This was the Ethan she knew. The hunger in his eyes was all too familiar.
“I’ve missed you too,” she responded mechanically.
“Things have been so good since we got back together.”
Michaela didn’t know what planet he was living on. She would’ve laughed if he hadn’t moved so close, making it hard to think. Every hair on her arms stood on end as he ran his hands across her back. Her body always had a response to Ethan’s. It wasn’t the firework passion that Jason had evoked, but it was powerful all the same. Ethan brought forth a primal need in her. He was her first, and the only one who’d ever been more than a drunken college one-nighter.
“Ethan ...” she started, but he cut her off with a kiss. Ethan never did anything slow or carefully. He dove in. His kiss was... hungry... claiming... controlling. And Michaela gave him that control. He groaned in the back of his throat as she let him lead her to the bed. Ripping off his shirt, he started to unbutton Michaela’s and pushed her back onto the bed. He covered her body with his, not breaking their kiss as his hands roamed freely.
Michaela clung to the ripples of his back as she pressed their bodies closer. Ethan was lean but also muscular, and his skin was soft under her touch.
“Ethan,” Michaela breathed. “Slow down. We have all night.” Ethan made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat and grabbed her wrists in his large hands. He yanked them above her head and held them there with one hand while his other worked on the buckle of her jeans.
“We missed a lot of time,” Ethan growled, “And you’re going to make it up to me.” He released her so he could push her jeans down her legs. He threw them to the side of the bed.
Michaela tried to sit up, but Ethan pushed her shoulders back into the mattress and held her there.
“You’re scaring me.” She struggled against his hands. He didn’t say a word as he released her again to shed the rest of his clothes. She sat up again, and this time he pushed her down more forcefully and pinned her with his body.
“Ethan, you’re hurting me.” She squirmed under him as his mouth claimed hers again. She was able to push him away just long enough to yell, “Ethan, STOP!”
He released her shoulders and sat up, still looking down at her. “What’s your problem?”
Seeing his confusion, Michaela tried to think back on their relationship. Had she always let him treat her like this? With so much... control?
“I just...” She shook her head. “I think you should go.”
“Fine, Michaela.” He ran a hand over his face and scowled. “Whatever. I just hope you’re not becoming a prude. That wouldn’t do with me. Sometimes I don’t even know if you’re worth it.”
He got dressed quickly and as soon as he was gone, she fell back against her pillows, her entire body shaking. What the hell just happened?
Was that who Ethan was all along?
Their father arrived home the next morning. Michaela and Chris greeted him right away, but the mood in the house had shifted. It felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen. There were a lot of conversations that needed to be had. A lot of things that needed cleared up.
Their mother told them his meetings in the city had gone better than expected, so he was in a cheerier mood than usual. Michaela worried that would change as soon as he heard what she had to say.
She still didn’t know what to do about Ethan. She knew she still loved him, but she wasn’t so sure she liked him anymore. She didn’t want to be in a relationship like that again. For today she’d have to store those thoughts in the back of her mind, because she wouldn’t be seeing him and she had other things to deal with.
Her father was finishing his lunch and Michaela knew he’d head to his study soon after, so that’s where she waited for him. There were large bookshelves lining the back wall and a couch off to the side. An antique cherry desk sat in the center of the room a
s the focal point. As a kid, this room was always off-limits, which made it the perfect room to play in.
Michaela stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window that looked out onto the field in back of the house. It had started to snow in the middle of the night and had yet to stop. Michaela liked snow because, like the sand on her beach, it was so beautiful when it hadn’t yet been touched, and even more beautiful when it had. It could create peace, or it could create chaos. In their perfect Stepford lives, chaos had always been a pleasant diversion.
Michaela heard her father’s footsteps, but he stopped when he saw her in his study. He wasn’t used to his family intruding on his space. He cleared his throat, and she turned.
“Michaela,” he said, moving around his desk to sit behind it. She sat on his couch without an invitation. Before she could speak, her mother came bustling in.
“Oh, good,” she said. “Are we doing this now?”
“Mom,” Michaela started. “I think I’d like to do this on my own.”
“Are you sure, dear?” She looked from daughter to father with a worried frown and then nodded slowly and left, closing the door behind her.
“Should I be worried?” Michaela’s father finally looked at her straight on. He folded his hands on top of his desk and waited. When she hesitated, he decided to speak again. “Look, I know some things were said when I came to see you last ...”
“This isn’t about that,” Michaela cut him off. It was for Chris to talk to him about what had happened at their apartment. “I told Columbia I’d be starting classes next semester.”
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