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Maggie Branson clutched her mother’s hand, trying to stay calm. She knew her Mom was nervous and freaked out enough, and the last thing the woman needed was to know how anxious her daughter was.
Doctor Carrie Langston came into her office now, and Maggie and Rita sat up straight. Carrie sat at her desk and opened the file she was holding.
“Rita,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
Maggie felt her mother’s shoulders slump.
“Really?” Rita said quietly. “No choice anymore?”
“I’m afraid not.” Carrie’s light blue eyes were kind. “Your diabetes has damaged your right kidney to the point where transplant is the only viable option at this point. Dialysis has worked well for almost two years, but it’s not meant to be a permanent solution, as you know. Its whole purpose is to keep you alive and healthy long enough to find a donor kidney.”
“And is there one?” Maggie asked. “A donor?”
“Yes.” Carrie smiled. “We found a match on the national register. Your Mom’s name is at the top of the list, so she gets the privilege of first-refusal.”
The two women sighed in relief.
“Now.” Carrie looked serious. “We need to talk about the last part of this.”
“The money,” Rita said.
“Yes. Your insurance has covered your dialysis, but it won’t cover the transplant.”
They nodded. They’d known this for a long while, but they had avoided looking at the problem directly because dialysis had still been working. Now, though, they had no choice but to face facts. And the fact was that if they wanted that kidney, they had to come up with somewhere in the neighborhood of almost one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.
“How much time do we have?” Maggie asked. “When do we have to give an answer?”
“Now.”
She started. “Now? Right now?”
“Yes.” Carrie looked at their shocked faces. “The person is still on life support, but the plan is to remove them from it the day after tomorrow. The organs will be harvested quickly, and must be sent on right away. I know it’s fast, and I’m sorry… but if you want that kidney, Rita, I must accept on your behalf today. Within an hour.”
“Oh, God.” Maggie heard the despair in her mother’s voice. “But – but I don’t have anything close to what we need. We’ve been saving and fundraising, but we still need more than half of it.”
“You can work out a payment plan after, Rita. Get the surgery and worry about that all later.”
“No.” Rita shook her dark head. “I can’t do that… I can’t live the rest of my life with that kind of massive debt hanging over my head. And if something happens to me, it lands on Maggie to pay and I won’t have that.”
Maggie was silent.
“Maggie?” Carrie said. “What do you think?”
“I think I can get the money,” she said slowly.
Rita and Carrie stared at her.
“You – what?” Rita demanded. “From where?”
“Never mind, Mom. That’s for me to worry about.”
“No, it isn’t!” Rita said. “Where the hell can you get that kind of money on short notice? And if you can get it, why didn’t you say something before?”
“It’s a commission, Mom. One that’s been offered to me over and over again, and I keep turning it down. But I can take it. It’ll cover quite a bit of the costs. Maybe all of them.”
“Why did you turn it down?” Rita said. “What’s wrong with the job?”
“Nothing’s wrong with the job. It’s the client.”
“Who’s the client?” her mother demanded. “Is he some criminal or something?”
“No.” Maggie sighed. “No, nothing like that.”
Carrie leaned forward. “So… you’re saying you can finance this, Maggie?”
“Yes.” She pushed her long brown hair back from her face. “Yes, I can and I will. Get that kidney here, Carrie. Mom will take it, and the hospital can bill me. I’ll handle everything.”
“Maggie,” Rita began. “I don’t think…”
“Mom.” Maggie’s voice was firm. “I’ll take care of it, OK? You need to focus on your health now. Let me worry about the cost.”
Rita bit her lip. “I don’t know… I don’t think…”
“Mom.” Her voice was softer now. “Really, it’s OK. It’s nothing illegal or unethical or anything that will land me in jail, I swear. It’s just that I don’t like this guy very much, and I won’t enjoy working with him. But he’s very rich, and it’s a huge commission, and he’s been begging me.” She smiled. “It’ll be OK. Just take the kidney, so you can be healthy. Alright?”
The two women stared at each other for a minute.
“OK,” Rita said finally. “OK, honey. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem, Mom.” Maggie hugged her mother. “Listen, I’d better get out of here and accept that job… can you handle all the paperwork and get yourself home?”
“Of course.”
Maggie stood up and shook Carrie’s hand. “Thanks,” she said. “We’ll stay in touch, right?”
“Absolutely.”
Rita and Carrie watched Maggie leave the office, then they looked at each other.
“That was – surprising,” Carrie said.
Rita nodded. “Yeah. And I don’t like it.”
“Honestly?” Carrie said. “Me neither. You have any idea what it might be?”
“None.” Rita stared at the closed door, worry still hard and tight in her chest. “Not a clue.”
They’d just had two helpings of dessert after a slightly overdone dinner. Maggie was pulled up tight against Joe’s side, her curls tumbling warm and lovely over his shoulder. He was stroking her back, his fingertips soothing and gentle.“So can I take you to lunch tomorrow?” Joe said. “And by ‘take you to lunch’, I mean ‘do you want to taste-test some menu ideas?’ I’m finalizing the menu this week.”“I wish.” Maggie kissed him. “But I talked to Mia just before you and your Dad showed up at the studio. Turns out a surgical spot cleared on short notice, and so Nick’s surgery just got moved up to tomorrow. I’ll be with Mia in the waiting room for most of the day.”“Oh, God.” Joe stared at her. “How are she and Nick doing?”“Terrible.”“Shit.” Joe shook his head. “Do you want me there with you?”“No, honey. It’s OK. I know you need to work on the menu.”“Yeah, but… I want to be there for you guys more.”“Really?”He sighed in mock exasperation. “Why do you doubt me?”“I don’t.” She smiled
Joe grabbed her hips, pulling her back, opening her to him completely. She froze, aching for him to enter her. She was surprised when he gently took her chin in his fingers and turned her to face him. His kiss was tender, so tender that tears came to her eyes. When he pulled away and saw her tears, he smiled at her.“I love you, Maggie.”“Oh, Joe.” Her heart stopped, started again at double-time. “I love you too.”Joe leaned forward now, his one hand on top of hers on the wall, his fingers entangled with hers. He rubbed his cock against her wet, swollen folds and she groaned, wanting him so much it almost hurt. Her forehead was resting on his muscled forearm, and she shut her eyes, barely breathing.Please, Joe. Please.When he took her in one hard, thick thrust, it was everything she’d been fantasizing about, and it was better than she remembered. Her whole body welcomed him inside, and he felt it: she was drenched, so hot and tight, and her pussy muscles clamped down on him within s
Unable to help herself, she did. His finger moved out, back in, his pace slow and steady. Soon, it was joined by a second one, and she ground herself against them. It was all so familiar – his scent, his body, his hands – but it was also new, with a level of honesty, trust, and intimacy that they’d never had between them before. Now that she was his and he was hers, it was better. It was perfect.Maggie’s orgasm grew fast, faster than she’d ever experienced before. She abandoned herself to it now, one leg wrapping around his strong thigh without her even noticing it was happening. She dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin, and she didn’t notice that, either. All she knew was the pleasure that he was giving her, and when his thumb rubbed her clit, her cry echoed around the bathroom.“Joe,” she said, not even recognizing her own voice. “Joe…”“You close, baby?” he said, his fingers going deeper now. “You going to come for me?”“God…” Her voice was a keening whi
Maggie sighed in happiness as she entered Joe’s house. It was warm and familiar, and it always smelled delicious – like he’d just finished cooking an amazing meal there. Which, if she thought about it, he usually had done. He heard her soft exhalation, saw the tension start to move out of her shoulders, and he pulled her into his arms for a hug.“You OK?” he asked softly. “Like, really OK?”“I am.” She leaned into his body, feeling both aroused and relaxed. “I miss her so much, but I’m – happy, mostly. With work. With the girls' friendship." She paused, a bit shy and hesitant. "With you.”“Good to hear, all of it.” He kissed her forehead, her freckled nose, then gave her a teasing little grin. “Especially the last part. Now, go get cleaned up. You’re a mess.”“Yeah, I know.” She glanced down at her clothes and hands. “What I do is so messy, huh?”“But you’re gorgeous, sweetness. Just fucking breathtaking.”Their eyes met, and the air between them almost crackled. “OK, so.” Maggie for
A little over three weeks later, Joe and his father Amos stopped by Maggie’s studio to check on the second apsara. She welcomed them in, smiled at Amos. He and Joe’s mother Claudia had been at Rita’s funeral, and she knew she’d spoken to them briefly at the wake afterwards. But she’d been so fuzzy and shocked, she barely remembered their conversation now.Amos gave her a hug. “How you doing, girl?”“Good. Better.”His blue eyes – eyes so much like his son’s – took her in. “Really?”“Yes.”Joe kissed her now, just a quick one on the cheek, but his lips burned her, scorched her with their heat. God, she wanted to make love to him; it was becoming an almost irrational need at this point. She dreamt about it at night, she daydreamed about it on the bus. Her desire for Joe was becoming all-consuming, and his resolve to take it slow was starting to make her crazy.“You OK, baby?” he murmured in her ear. That husky whisper had her wet and aching between her legs, and the bastard knew it. His
Nick stared at Mia, his face gray. He’d known it was going to be bad, but he hadn’t expected this.“When?” he asked, his voice guttural. “I’d leave in a month.” Mia’s beautiful gold eyes gazed at him calmly. “Grant sent me the plane ticket this morning, so it’s mine for the taking. If I choose to go.”Fighting down the insane urge to locate the ticket somewhere in her apartment and rip it to shreds, Nick got to his feet. He limped around her warm and welcoming living room, running his fingers through his dark hair.“I can’t believe you did all this without talking to me about it!” he burst out. “I mean… four months in Thailand? And not a hint that you were thinking about leaving me?” Even as he said the words, he knew how hypocritical they were, in light of what he’d been keeping from her.Her eyes flashed now. “Are you fucking for real? You’re actually accusing me of not trying to talk to you?”That stopped him. Mia almost never swore.“For weeks, Nick – weeks – you’ve been showing







