didn’t understand the control he had over her body but it felt good. Now Delaney found herself in the predicament of having to admit her failure as a wife in front of the hottest man on the planet. She waited a second, then said, “You already know I was married once; it didn’t last long, only eighteen months of wedded bliss, but it felt more like torture. I finally ended it when I discovered he was sharing his crown jewel with my best friend and her friends. I guess you could say he was a busy man.”
Together they spent the day reviewing the time line and taking notes. Breaking only to eat and drink, they were able to determine that a medical resident, John Wu, had worked on baby Andrew and declared him dead. They also had the names of three nurses who were the last people to draw blood and take vital signs on the baby. Jake added their names to his legal pad before closing its cover. It was getting late, Ginny the secretary was gone for the day and second shift was already on the clock. They packed their laptops into their respective bags and headed out. Delaney remembered the DVDs sitting on her living room desk and suggested they view them together. In a case like this two sets of eyes were better than one. Jake agreed and climbed into his truck to follow her home. Delaney didn’t think the man in the neatly pressed suit and clean cut features looked right behind the wheel of such an old beat up truck, but who was she to judge.
Fifteen minutes later they were pulling into her driveway and eagerly greeted by Fetch. Unsuccessfully she tried to keep the dog from jumping up and shedding all over Jake’s suit but it was too late. In only a matter of seconds the man was covered in blonde fur again. He laughed and grabbed his bags from the front seat, patting Fetch on the head the entire time. “I grew up with a golden; they’re the friendliest dogs on earth. I went to school with fur on my clothes. My mother always said she was amazed the dog wasn’t bald. I swear my earliest memories are of her vacuuming and sweeping.” Delaney felt a sense of relief that at least he understood with what she was dealing with.
Once inside she politely showed Jake the bathroom and excused herself as she went upstairs to change. She was feeling more relaxed around him now and decided to just throw on a pair of denim shorts with a white tank top. She adjusted her ponytail, brushed her teeth, and applied a fresh coat of shimmering clear gloss to her lips. When she finally came downstairs she was surprised to find Jake in the backyard throwing a tennis ball for Fetch. He was no longer in his suit but in shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt. He was barefoot and holding onto a glass of wine. “Hope you don’t mind, I found this in your kitchen and took the liberty of opening it up. I poured a glass for you too,” and gestured to the small plastic table next to her lounge chair. “I always keep a bag of workout clothes in my truck; never know when you’ll have the opportunity to go for a run. Plus it just feels good to get out of that monkey suit.” She didn’t mind at all. She only wished she could take her eyes off of him. He turned to throw the ball and Delaney wanted to die.
She picked up her wine and took a sip. The bottle had been sitting on her kitchen counter collecting dust next to her iPod docking station. Kevin had bought it to celebrate her birthday but she had thrown him out of the house a week before the celebration. Now here she was, almost three years later, sharing it with a man she just meant eight days ago. Carrying her glass into the house, she opened up the refrigerator and stared at the Diet Coke and yogurt. She then opened the freezer and in the back corner hidden behind the chocolate chip ice cream she spotted a box of French bread pizza. Feeling desperate,
Together they spent the day reviewing the time line and taking notes. Breaking only to eat and drink, they were able to determine that a medical resident, John Wu, had worked on baby Andrew and declared him dead. They also had the names of three nurses who were the last people to draw blood and take vital signs on the baby. Jake added their names to his legal pad before closing its cover. It was getting late, Ginny the secretary was gone for the day and second shift was already on the clock. They packed their laptops into their respective bags and headed out. Delaney remembered the DVDs sitting on her living room desk and suggested they view them together. In a case like this two sets of eyes were better than one. Jake agreed and climbed into his truck to follow her home. Delaney didn’t think the man in the neatly pressed suit and clean cut features looked right behind the wheel of such an old beat up truck, but who was she to judge.
Fifteen minutes later they were pulling into her driveway and eagerly greeted by Fetch. Unsuccessfully she tried to keep the dog from jumping up and shedding all over Jake’s suit but it was too late. In only a matter of seconds the man was covered in blonde fur again. He laughed and grabbed his bags from the front seat, patting Fetch on the head the entire time. “I grew up with a golden; they’re the friendliest dogs on earth. I went to school with fur on my clothes. My mother always said she was amazed the dog wasn’t bald. I swear my earliest memories are of her vacuuming and sweeping.” Delaney felt a sense of relief that at least he understood with what she was dealing with.
Once inside she politely showed Jake the bathroom and excused herself as she went upstairs to change. She was feeling more relaxed around him now and decided to just throw on a pair of denim shorts with a white tank top. She adjusted her ponytail, brushed her teeth, and applied a fresh coat of shimmering clear gloss to her lips. When she finally came downstairs she was surprised to find Jake in the backyard throwing a tennis ball for Fetch. He was no longer in his suit but in shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt. He was barefoot and holding onto a glass of wine. “Hope you don’t mind, I found this in your kitchen and took the liberty of opening it up. I poured a glass for you too,” and gestured to the small plastic table next to her lounge chair. “I always keep a bag of workout clothes in my truck; never know when you’ll have the opportunity to go for a run. Plus it just feels good to get out of that monkey suit.” She didn’t mind at all. She only wished she could take her eyes off of him. He turned to throw the ball and Delaney wanted to die.
She picked up her wine and took a sip. The bottle had been sitting on her kitchen counter collecting dust next to her iPod docking station. Kevin had bought it to celebrate her birthday but she had thrown him out of the house a week before the celebration. Now here she was, almost three years later, sharing it with a man she just meant eight days ago. Carrying her glass into the house, she opened up the refrigerator and stared at the Diet Coke and yogurt. She then opened the freezer and in the back corner hidden behind the chocolate chip ice cream she spotted a box of French bread pizza. Feeling desperate,
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