Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“We’re coming!” they yell back as I open the door.
“Hey, Mimi,” Mike greets.
“Mike.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him, because even if my sister has to be nice, I don’t.
“Are the girls ready?” He shoves his hands in his pockets as he shifts on his feet, seeming unsure.
“They are,” I say shortly, leaving off the word dick.
“Look, Mimi, I’m—”
“Mike, I know you and Cece talked—”
“We did,” he cuts me off. “I promised—”
“No.” I shake my head quickly, and he snaps his mouth shut. “I mean during your marriage. I’m sure you two talked during your marriage about how we lived before our mom met Chaz.” Realization fills his eyes. “We resented our mom for dragging us into her and our dad’s failing marriage then divorce.”
“Mimi.” His expression gentles.
My throat gets tight, because I’m reminded why I used to like him, but I fight through the pain and refuse to let him off the hook. “Don’t do that to your girls, Mike. They don’t deserve that. They love you and their mom. It’s hard enough that things have changed for them. Don’t make it harder.”
His gaze stays locked with mine, and he swallows as the sound of the girls coming down the stairs fills the house. When he nods, I release the breath I was holding.
“Daddy!” Kate shouts first, and Ruby’s happy shout follows. I turn to look for Lola, wondering if she’s still upstairs, and then I spot her behind her sisters, walking slow.
When I see a look on her face that fills the pit of my stomach with unease, I go to her and get down on my knees so we are face-to-face. “Hey.” I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?”
She quickly glances over my shoulder toward her dad before dropping her eyes to the ground. “I’m okay, Mimi.”
Pain fills my chest as I remember being where she is now, overwhelmed, hurting, and confused, because the world as I knew it was ending and there was nothing I could do. “I love you, sweet girl,” I whisper as I wrap her in my arms. I wish I could hide her from this. “I promise it will be okay.” I kiss the side of her head and stand after she nods.
When I turn toward Mike, pain and understanding is stark in his expression, but he wipes it away and places a smile on his face. “Hey, honey,” he says gently to Lola, reaching out to hug her. “I’ve missed you.” I hear her say she’s missed him too then he lets her go and takes her bag, grabbing Ruby and Kate’s too. “We have a busy night of pizza, ice cream, and movies, so we should go,” he tells the girls then looks at me. “Thank you, Mimi.”
I lift my chin then give each of the girls hugs before stepping out on the porch and watching them load into their dad’s car. When they pull away, I go inside and shut the door, hoping like hell I got through to Mike. I hope he realizes by my reminder and Lola’s demeanor that he can’t use his girls as pawns unless he wants to lose them. And that loss will be the worst of his life, because it won’t be immediate. It will be something that happens slowly over time as Kate, Lola, and Ruby begin to see their father isn’t trying to protect them like he should be, but instead using them to get one over on their mother, who they love.
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I flip on my signal and turn into a dirt driveway. The two-story red wooden house not far off the main road surrounded by trees is eye-catching, with an entire room made up of nothing but windows that must be twenty feet high. With my heart picking up speed, I park next to Talon’s truck and shut down the engine to my seven-year-old Subaru Legacy, a car that was necessary when I lived in Montana but somewhat out of place here in Tennessee, where it hardly snows.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror as I drop my keys into my bag, and my stomach bottoms out. When I got home from work, I changed into bike shorts and a T-shirt, took off my makeup except my mascara, and tied my hair up into a ponytail. I never went up to change or fix myself up after Mike came. I didn’t think about it, my mind so consumed by what happened with Lola and letting Cece know, and then my mom called to say she and Chaz were on their way. Now… Now, I look like I didn’t even bother, which I didn’t but it wasn’t on purpose...
“What the hell am I going to do?” I mutter, unhooking my seatbelt before I grab my bag. At the bottom, I find a tube of cheek and lip stain and quickly apply it before sliding the elastic from my hair and running my fingers through my dark locks, feathering it over my shoulders. I look a little better than I did, but as my nerves kick into overdrive, I debate running home to change into a dress or something cute. “No, no, no. It’s too late,” I mumble to myself as I pick up the pink box holding some of my favorite cookies and miniature cakes from Julia’s, a local bakery, off my passenger seat. With my hands full, I turn to the door and squeak when I see the cause of my anxiousness standing a few feet away with a grin that clearly states he’s been there awhile and witnessed me being an idiot. Great.