worried. It wasn’t like I had
ever come after him for anything. I didn’t need anything from him. I would have
burned his money had he offered it, right after I spit in his face. I mean, the
nerve. Why the hell would he think it was okay to come here? Did he think he
was going to impress me with his fancy sports car? Make me jealous by bringing
his little bimbo here? I didn’t get it. What would be his motive to show up
here?
“I done now,” Maddie decided.
I knew it was just a matter of time. I’d already seen her yawn three times. I
stood and picked up our bag.
“Put your shoes on so you
don’t step on a bee,” I coaxed.
“You carry me?”
Ugh…I put her shoes in the
bag and picked her up, feeling the wet from her shorts soak my shirt.
“You’re getting too big,” I
said kissing her cheek. She was tired, I could tell.
“I have a birfday a morrow,”
she assured me.
Nope. No comment. Not going
there, again.
Not only did Maddie have a
nice long nap, so did her mommy. She fell asleep on the loveseat watching the
new movie that I would see a hundred more times, I was sure, and I napped on
the couch,.
It was almost four in the
evening before I woke, instantly turning to the loveseat to find it empty, only
the crumpled up blanket and pillow remained. I looked to the door. Phew, she
hadn’t escaped. I sat up and looked toward the kitchen, no mess. Two for two,
this might not be as bad as I was accustomed to. I slid off the couch and
looked in her room to find her sitting on the floor, playing with the new dollhouse
that Jaron had gotten her.
“Hey baby,” I said, smiling
at her, happy that she woke up happy.
“Dis mommy have a cwean a
house,” she explained, holding up the mommy doll.
“This mommy needs to do that
too,” I also decided.
<><><>
I hadn’t heard a word from or
about Alex in over two weeks. I quickly forgot all about him, and settled my
nerves. Not that I was expecting to hear from him. I was sure that the Maddie
scare had sent him running for the hills.
I went back to my normal
life at the resort, continuing my routine. Saturday morning grocery shopping
entailed of Maddie standing beside me in the truck until we got to the main
road, and then forcing her into her seat, screaming of course. Sunday
afternoons were spent at our special little sandy beach. Bath time continued to
be crying with the whole soap in my eyes deal. The work week consisted of
either waiting tables or working the front office and yes, I still needed Reed.
He was safer than Jaron. Jaron was my occasional drunk sex, Reed just kept me
satisfied. I didn’t need nor did I want any more than that. My spoiled rotten
child kept me plenty entertained.
Friday morning was crazy busy
in the front office. Every cabin in the entire resort was booked, all thirty-five
of them. Not counting all of the tent campers checking in. I no sooner got one
guest checked in and another would be pulling in. It was still irrational at
one o’clock in the afternoon. Thank God, Jaron had volunteered to come and get
Maddie for me. I couldn’t keep one eye on her with the traffic coming in and
out.
I saw the well-dressed man
pick up a jar of the homemade strawberry jelly and look around the little
store. I never understood why people like him came here. You could tell he was
a city slicker. At least change your clothes. This was a camp ground with a
river, fish, campfires, and I was sure this guy wasn’t used to roughing it.
“Sorry about that. It’s kind
of crazy around here this time of year,” I said to the man when it was finally
his turn. “Last name?” I asked, turning to the computer.
“Oh, I’m not here to check
in. I’m here to serve you. I just need a signature right here, stating that you
did receive the legal documents.”
“Legal documents?”
“Yes ma’am. You are Whitley
Bradshaw, correct?”
“Yes. Legal documents for
what?” I asked, hoping that it had nothing to do with what my mind
ever come after him for anything. I didn’t need anything from him. I would have
burned his money had he offered it, right after I spit in his face. I mean, the
nerve. Why the hell would he think it was okay to come here? Did he think he
was going to impress me with his fancy sports car? Make me jealous by bringing
his little bimbo here? I didn’t get it. What would be his motive to show up
here?
“I done now,” Maddie decided.
I knew it was just a matter of time. I’d already seen her yawn three times. I
stood and picked up our bag.
“Put your shoes on so you
don’t step on a bee,” I coaxed.
“You carry me?”
Ugh…I put her shoes in the
bag and picked her up, feeling the wet from her shorts soak my shirt.
“You’re getting too big,” I
said kissing her cheek. She was tired, I could tell.
“I have a birfday a morrow,”
she assured me.
Nope. No comment. Not going
there, again.
Not only did Maddie have a
nice long nap, so did her mommy. She fell asleep on the loveseat watching the
new movie that I would see a hundred more times, I was sure, and I napped on
the couch,.
It was almost four in the
evening before I woke, instantly turning to the loveseat to find it empty, only
the crumpled up blanket and pillow remained. I looked to the door. Phew, she
hadn’t escaped. I sat up and looked toward the kitchen, no mess. Two for two,
this might not be as bad as I was accustomed to. I slid off the couch and
looked in her room to find her sitting on the floor, playing with the new dollhouse
that Jaron had gotten her.
“Hey baby,” I said, smiling
at her, happy that she woke up happy.
“Dis mommy have a cwean a
house,” she explained, holding up the mommy doll.
“This mommy needs to do that
too,” I also decided.
<><><>
I hadn’t heard a word from or
about Alex in over two weeks. I quickly forgot all about him, and settled my
nerves. Not that I was expecting to hear from him. I was sure that the Maddie
scare had sent him running for the hills.
I went back to my normal
life at the resort, continuing my routine. Saturday morning grocery shopping
entailed of Maddie standing beside me in the truck until we got to the main
road, and then forcing her into her seat, screaming of course. Sunday
afternoons were spent at our special little sandy beach. Bath time continued to
be crying with the whole soap in my eyes deal. The work week consisted of
either waiting tables or working the front office and yes, I still needed Reed.
He was safer than Jaron. Jaron was my occasional drunk sex, Reed just kept me
satisfied. I didn’t need nor did I want any more than that. My spoiled rotten
child kept me plenty entertained.
Friday morning was crazy busy
in the front office. Every cabin in the entire resort was booked, all thirty-five
of them. Not counting all of the tent campers checking in. I no sooner got one
guest checked in and another would be pulling in. It was still irrational at
one o’clock in the afternoon. Thank God, Jaron had volunteered to come and get
Maddie for me. I couldn’t keep one eye on her with the traffic coming in and
out.
I saw the well-dressed man
pick up a jar of the homemade strawberry jelly and look around the little
store. I never understood why people like him came here. You could tell he was
a city slicker. At least change your clothes. This was a camp ground with a
river, fish, campfires, and I was sure this guy wasn’t used to roughing it.
“Sorry about that. It’s kind
of crazy around here this time of year,” I said to the man when it was finally
his turn. “Last name?” I asked, turning to the computer.
“Oh, I’m not here to check
in. I’m here to serve you. I just need a signature right here, stating that you
did receive the legal documents.”
“Legal documents?”
“Yes ma’am. You are Whitley
Bradshaw, correct?”
“Yes. Legal documents for
what?” I asked, hoping that it had nothing to do with what my mind
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