Claire has had a crushed on her best friend's dad, Rawls, since she was sixteen years old. Now that she is all grown up, she wants it to be so much more. Does she take the chance and tell him how she feels? Or does she just sit in her window and dream about him.
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Claire has always had a crush on Rawls. She always thought he was handsome but never looked at him like anything other than her best friend’s dad. That changed when she turned sixteen years old. He did not have the dad bod and did not (at least most of the time) make the corny dad jokes. He worked out all of the time, so he was in good shape. He was also so handsome, with some gray at the temples in his black hair. She always wondered why he never got remarried. After his wife, Fiona, died he spent his time raising Evie. He has not been celibate for the last nineteen years. He had his share of women over the years. There were not many weekends that he slept alone. She was jealous of all of the women that had been with him. She has fantasized so many times of what it would be like for him to just kiss her. She dated while in college but no one ever measured up to him and she never slept with them either. The guys had always tried to get in her pants. But for some reason, she held onto her virginity in the hopes of one day giving it to Rawls. She knew she was hoping for something that would never happen, but a girl could dream. She had touched herself many nights thinking about him being her first. Rawls has never had any committed relationships, only hit it and quit it kind. He did not need complicated. He was a single dad raising a daughter which was complicated enough. He spent most of his time building his business and being a dad. He didn’t want to bring another woman in to try to replace Evie’s mother. Fiona’s death was hard on him and Evie. Unfortunately due to his spoiling her,she has become a spoiled brat. He has watched Claire grow up into a stunningly beautiful woman. While his daughter went out of state to college, Claire went to a local community college. She chose to finish her bachelor’s degree on line. Claire was not raised with a silver spoon in her mouth like his own daughter. Claire had to pay for college on her own. Her parents were hard working people but didn’t have the money to send her away to school. Claire worked full time and went to school full time to pay for her education. She received scholarships, grants, and even took out school loans to make sure she could finish school. She completed a four year degree program in social work in three years. She wanted to get the work done, so she could help her parents out. She even worked as an intern to gain more experience. Most people twice her age did not have that amount of ambition. Rawls was starting to have feelings for Claire. The feelings were much more than what he should feel for his best friend’s daughter. He could see her most nights sitting in her window. She knew he saw all the women he brought home and he felt guilty about it. He could see the hurt look on her face every time. He had been best friends with her parents since high school and he felt like he was betraying them by having intimate thoughts about their daughter. He wondered how would Claire feel if she knew how he felt. Will Clair and Rawls give in to what both of them want? Will their families accept their relationship? An unexpected visitor will come back to town and upend everyone’s lives.Finally, we come to a stop, and the engine goes quiet. The door slides open, and the cold night air rushes in, bringing with it the smell of salt and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. We're at the beach house —the same place where Fiona had promised to lead us to Evie. The irony is not lost on me.I climb out, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. The moon is high in the sky, casting a silver light over the sand and the crashing waves. The beach house is a dark silhouette in the distance, looking as abandoned and desolate as the rest of the coastline.Fiona emerges from the shadows, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I'm torn between the fear of what's happening and the relief of seeing her alive. But there's no time for emotion—not now."You came," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and something else—something darker.I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. "Where is she? Where is my daughte
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. "Ah, but you see," he says, his voice a low purr, "you don't have a choice." My mind races as I look around the room, desperately seeking a weapon, an escape route, anything to save us. The house seems to shrink around me, the walls closing in as my chest tightens with fear. Mom's eyes are wide with terror, and she shakes her head vigorously, trying to warn me. I understand the message—don't come closer. But I can't just leave her here with him. My survival instincts kick in, and I know I have to act fast. Jonathan takes a step toward me, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Don't be stupid, Claire," he says, his voice like a snake's hiss. "You know what happens when you defy me.” My gaze falls to his hand, and my stomach drops when I see the gun glinting in the moonlight. It's pointed at Mom, her eyes pleading with me to be careful. I can't let him take us—I won't let him hurt my baby. . "We're leaving." The gun in Jonathan's hand is unwa
As he leaves, I fight the urge to follow, to beg him to take me with him. But I know I can't. I'm too much of a liability in my current state. The fear for him, for Evie, for the baby, and for myself is a storm of noise in my head. I need to stay strong, to keep the hope alive. I sit down in the nursery, the silence deafening. The only sound is the faint ticking of the crib mobile above, a reminder of the life we're fighting for. I try to focus on the positive—Fiona’s call, the possibility of finding Evie. But the fear is a living creature, feeding on my doubt. Rawls's footsteps retreat down the hallway, and I listen until the front door clicks shut. My heart feels like it's in a vice, and I take deep breaths to keep the panic at bay. The house is too quiet, save for the occasional muffled murmur of dad's team outside. The thought of Fiona plays in my mind. She's out there, alive, and willing to help. But what if it's a trap? What if Jonathan has somehow turned her against us? I s
As if an answer to my silent plea, the phone on the nightstand starts to ring. The screen flashes with an unknown number, and for a brief, hopeful moment, I wonder if it's a sign. I pick it up, my heart pounding in my chest, and bring it to my ear. "Hello?" The voice on the other end is faint, but it sends a shockwave through my body. "Rawls," the voice says, and my heart skips a beat. It's Fiona. She really is alive. "Fiona?" Rawls says, his voice tight with disbelief. "Is that really you?" There's a pause, and then her voice, clear as a bell, fills the room. "It's me, Rawls," she says, the sound of her voice like a ghost from the past, haunting and yet oddly comforting. "I need to see you. It's about Evie." My hand tightens around the phone. "What do you know?" Fiona's voice is a mix of pain and urgency. "I know where he's keeping her," she says, the words coming out in a rush. "I can help you get her back." "How?" he asks, his voice gruff. "What do you want in exchang
The further along Claire is in her pregnancy the more e concerned I become. No matter how much digging Robert and I have been doing, we cannot find out where Jonathan is holding Evie. We decided to not get the police involved. It may not be the best decision but some of the things were are having to do or will have to do may not be on the right side of the law. The further along Claire is in her pregnancy the more concerned I become. No matter how much digging Robert and I have been doing, we cannot find out where Jonathan is holding Evie. We decided to not get the police involved. It may not be the best decision but some of the things were are having to do or will have to do may not be on the right side of the law. "I can't sit here and do nothing," I say, pacing the room. "We need to find her." Rawls's eyes are filled with understanding, but his voice is firm. "We will, but we have to be smart about it," he says, his hand landing gently on my shoulder, trying to still my frantic
I should have gotten Jonathan psychiatric help a long time ago. Even as a child he had issues getting along with other children. The years I was with Rawls and Evie, Jonathan had been raised with his father’s (Marco) family, the Castellanos. Marco had always talked about the strange incidents that occurred when they he was young, but he had always downplayed the seriousness of Jonathan’s behavior. Now, it all made sense. My child had turned into a monster, and we were all just pawns in his twisted game of power and control. I had to see Evie. I had to explain, to apologize for the years of pain I had caused. But would Evie even believe me? Would she recognize me as her mother or the woman who had abandoned her all those years ago? Fear and guilt had been my constant companions since I had gone into hiding, but now, with Evie's safety hanging in the balance, I was going to have to face my past. I had to see her, had to try to make this right. I approached the house where I kne
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