Jackson steps in front of me, his strong hands cupping my face as he brings his forehead to mine. “I want to replace it. I want to take all your nightmares and turn them into something beautiful, the way you’ve done for me. I just need you to trust me. You think you can do that?” I was only looking at how he gently held me with his huge hands. Considering his bulk frame, I was like a fragile glass he was holding. I don't know why but my heart did skip a beat, but I had to swallow it up and pretend that I didn't feel it.
View MoreI thought about it for a minute. That was ten days of work, but she had a point about me not being on duty all the time. And I would be sleeping, too. I hoped. “I’ll give you a deal,” I said. “Three grand will buy you three weeks of protection. I pick you up here after work, take you home, stay with you overnight, and bring you to work in the morning.”“What... what happens after the three weeks are up?” Jenna asked.“Well, I guess we’ll have to see what happens,” I said. “Maybe I can think of some way to discourage our friend Billy before then.”“All right,” Jenna said. She sighed. “I guess that will have to do. For now. Do you want a retainer?”“Give me a thousand now, the rest at the end of the three weeks,” I said. “We’ll see how things go.”She wrote me a check on her personal account and handed it to me. I folded it up
“It depends on what you want me to do,” I replied. “Rather than do this over the phone, why don’t I come down there. It might be better if we talked in person before you decide whether you want to hire me or not.”“Yes, I guess that might be best,” she said. “When can you get here?”“It takes me about fifteen minutes to drive from my home to the club,” I replied. “Is that soon enough?”“That will be fine,” she replied.Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the health club. A pretty black woman, dressed in a lavender Spandex outfit, was sitting behind the reception desk. She smiled at me and said, “Can I help you?”I told her my name. “I have an appointment with Ms. Thompson,” I said.The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. After speaking a few words and listening, she put it down and smiled at me some more. “She’s expecting you,” she said. “You can go right in.” She gestured towards a door that had a sign that said “Manager” on it.“Thank you,” I said, and I walked towards the
"Yeah, sure," Richard said. He shoved his chair back from the table and stood up. "Gotta go," he said. "Will you be around later if I need to talk with you about this job?""As far as I know, I'll be," I said. "If I'm not here, you know my cell phone and pager numbers."Richard laughed. "Yeah, I sure do, don't I? he replied. "Thanks for the coffee. Nice seeing you again, Eva." He stumbled across the kitchen to the back door and left."You think he's going to need to use you?" Eva asked after Richard left.I shrugged. "Could be," I said. "Providing protection for someone around the clock takes a lot of manpower and isn't cheap. I hope whoever's hiring him has a fat bank account.""It must be nice to have that kind of money," Eva said. She finished her coffee, then stood up. "I think I'm going to take a shower, then you can take me out to breakfast and drive me to work.""Sounds good to me," I said. She worked for one of the airlines and was based at the local airport. I'd picked her up
Wearing only my bathrobe, I wandered into the kitchen and over to the counter. I got together the fixings for coffee, assembled them, and got the coffee maker going. I'd just flipped the switch to turn it on when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I turned and watched Eva, a young woman who occasionally spends the night at my house, wander into the kitchen. She was wearing one of my dress shirts. Her short red hair was tousled, and her well-shaped bare legs showed below the shirt, which, because she was so short, came to a spot about halfway down her thighs.The shirt would have come lower, but Eva's breasts, which would have been big on any woman but looked gigantic on her tiny form, shortened it a little. As I watched, she put her hands behind her head, stretched, and yawned. It was Monday morning. She and I had, as we occasionally do, spent the weekend together."Good morning," I said."Good morning," she replied. "I like it better when you come over to my house for the weeken
At one point during the reception, Abegail thought Hammer was about to say something to her, but then J. Henry wafted by and the moment had passed. Abegail ached for it all just to come out in the open. Having to work their way out of reality couldn't possibly be worse than what they had now, Abegail thought.Immediately after the wedding reception, Abegail and Wally were off on the road for the long drive through the Rocky Mountains and over Rabbit Ears Pass and down into Denver, where Abegail commenced a life that was as different from her cloistered years in exile in New Hampshire as it possibly could be. The Hollands, major art patrons now that they had opened their own museum to the public not to mention all of the other cultural endeavors they supported, became the talk of the town, cultural moguls and benefactors. Wally's construction company worked on some major public buildings and monuments gratis, and the acclaimed artist, Abegail Raven, became not only the hostess of choic
v6.12.1Welcome to Radish for Writers.Log OutEpisode PreviewStories/Story/Season/Episode PreviewChapter 43An episode can only be edited for 7 days after its publication.Chapter 43The Walker sisters didn't approve of her painting, of course. They didn't approve of any commercial work, and what Abegail painted she was able to quickly sell through her Chicago agents, which meant the Walker sisters could not, no matter how much they tried, make Abegail dependent on them. Although Abegail was now painting dead things, her talent and the strength of her art didn't fail her; the paintings were still magnificent and, if anything, more moving to the beholder than anything she had painted before.No, Abegail was in no way financially dependent on anyone else during this segment of her life. For some reason her paintings, any painting by her, were in great demand. There was a rumor that some rich collector was searching them out and buying them up. The probable truth to this was evident w
"I'm sorry. I know I haven't been pulling my weight these last two weeks," Abegail said."Please, Abegail. I know you've had some sort of a shock. I didn't mean what I said to be criticism. You've more than earned your way here. If you want to rest, by all means rest now. We're doing fine. Even little Jasper is becoming a work horse. He's growing up just like Hammer. He loves it here.""Yes, yes, just like Hammer," Abegail replied. And then she leaned over and patted her daughter-in-law on the arm. "But nothing would be working here, Jezzica, if it wasn't for you. You are the greatest gift to this valley in years. Just give me a bit more time. I'll pull myself out of this state I'm in.""Those paintings you did in Malaya are beautiful," Jezzica said, embarrassed at what her mother-in-law had said, but glowing at the praise."Thank you dear.""About those pills, Abegail. Do you think . . .?""Just for a few days," Abegail answered. "They help me sleep. Just for a few days more.""You s
"Yes, there's someone else, I'm afraid," Abegail answered in a small voice, her thoughts going to that waterfall cascading outside the Genting Highlands open pavilion of her lover tribal chieftain.Abegail's return to the Water Creek Ranch for the duration of the war years was a period of fantasy isolation from the world gone mad around them punctuated by shocking reminders that they were part of that world.Jezzica proved to be a real delight for Abegail—the daughter she had always wanted but that the Spanish flu had ripped out of her arms. Abegail didn't know how she ever could have gotten the notion she'd had that being the daughter of a Hollywood movie star would make Jezzica's adjustment to life in the Water Creek valley an impossibility. The ranch did, indeed, need Abegail's guiding hand, but Jezzica had done very well in managing both the ranching part and the celebrity entertainment part of the business. The clientele now was slightly different than it once had been, being com
"Yes, there's someone else, I'm afraid," Abegail answered in a small voice, her thoughts going to that waterfall cascading outside the Genting Highlands open pavilion of her lover tribal chieftain.Abegail's return to the Water Creek Ranch for the duration of the war years was a period of fantasy isolation from the world gone mad around them punctuated by shocking reminders that they were part of that world.Jezzica proved to be a real delight for Abegail—the daughter she had always wanted but that the Spanish flu had ripped out of her arms. Abegail didn't know how she ever could have gotten the notion she'd had that being the daughter of a Hollywood movie star would make Jezzica's adjustment to life in the Water Creek valley an impossibility. The ranch did, indeed, need Abegail's guiding hand, but Jezzica had done very well in managing both the ranching part and the celebrity entertainment part of the business. The clientele now was slightly different than it once had been, being com
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