It felt good to be driving her car again without having to balance the pedals to keep it running. Mitch came through as promised. He also asked her out again, just as he said he would. She wasn't sure if he charged her as they agreed, but it still seemed fair enough. It took away her Decades of Rock concert money, but it was worth it to be able to drive without the guilt of Karla's payment plan. When he asked her out, Aimee reluctantly agreed. She was still upset at the display she witnessed from her balcony. Yet, she wasn't ready to surrender her fantasies of Clint just yet. It was only dinner, after all. She was sure she could keep it all platonic. Besides, she deserved to be taken out, even if only because she hadn't been on a date in a while.She tried to forgive her sister for her behavior at their mother's last night, but Karla was distant and quiet. It was worse when she returned home from wherever she vanished to after dropping Aimee off. When Aimee told her about going out wit
They were halfway through their meal when the evening took a downward turn."Hey guys. Fancy meeting the two of you here."Aimee glanced up and saw Karla standing beside their table, her arm wrapped around Brad's as he stood there looking suddenly awkward. "Brad." Mitch set his fork and knife down and sat back in his chair. Aimee noticed that he avoided mentioning Karla's name."You knew we were coming here," Aimee said. "I told you this afternoon.""Did you?" Karla cocked her head to the side, pretending an attempt at remembering the conversation. Finally, she shrugged acting all innocent. "I honestly don't remember."There's not an honest bone in your body. Aimee gritted her teeth. "So, why are you here?"Brad reached out and shook Mitch's hand. "She called and asked to take me out for dinner. Never refuse a pretty lady and a free meal."Mitch laughed, ignoring the glares Aimee and Karla were giving each other. "I don't blame you.""So, what's good to eat here?" Karla sat down and pi
"What the hell was that all about?" Mitch threw his napkin onto the table and stared at her, his eyes shooting flames.Karla watched as Aimee skulked away, shoulders slumped, head bowed. Karla forced herself to swallow the dryness that took over her throat. Her heart hurt for her sister and what she just did to her. The feeling was almost as equal as the disgust she felt for what Aimee did to her."I asked you a question."Aimee passed through the main doors and out of sight before Karla turned her focus back to Mitch. "I told you. No one dates both sisters.""And you just thought that showing up here and telling her we fucked was the best way to end the date? She's your sister for crying out loud. Don't you think there was a better way to approach the subject? And you didn't even warn Brad? How cruel can you be?"She shrugged, as she lifted her glass to her lips. After taking a gulp, which did nothing to alleviate the tightness of her throat, she said, "Aimee knows the rules. She knew
Aimee's phone vibrated on her desk and without even glancing at it, she pressed the silent button. She didn't need to look. She knew who it was, the same person who had been blowing up her phone since her dinner date. Mitch texted several times last night and a few that day. He wanted to explain, wanted to make it up to her. He said he was sorry. That it wasn't what she thought. Isn't what I think? How can the fact that he fucked my sister be misinterpreted? She ignored every text that came through. The funny thing was that she had not heard from her sister at all. Not even a concern when Aimee hadn't returned home last night. Funny, but not unexpected. Karla didn't like confrontation unless she was the one causing it. Instead of having to deal with her sister's obnoxious attitude, Aimee decided to crash at her mother's house. Of course, Betty Harper tried her best to figure out why she wasn't going home, but Aimee just told her she needed some peace and quiet for the evening. Betty d
Karla's day did not go as she had wanted outside of getting the bartender job at Sand Dune. Of course, there was really no doubt that she would be hired. Short skirt, low cut blouse, and a few winks and the job was hers. Paul gave her several insinuations about some after hours requirements, but she was always able to handle him, leading him on and only giving in when it suited her needs more than his. No, her day was bad because she still dealt with the aftermath of last night and her little drama at the restaurant. She tried to talk to Brad, but he was too busy pouting at the way she used him, and wasn't ready to surrender yet. He would. Of that she had no worries. It was just a matter of when and what it would cost her. Men were such babies when it came to their egos. Mitch ignored her, as well; still pissed more than likely, and she wasn't even sure why it bothered her. The car was fixed and while she didn't like burning bridges, especially ones she knew she would need again, she
Aimee wished Ginny a goodnight, leaving her to pore over files for some upcoming case that would see her in court tomorrow, and then made a quick escape. The day was over and she really just wanted a glass of wine and a hot bath. While the day had remained quiet and peaceful, it still had the normal stress that came with working in a law office. Combined with the tension her body felt from her personal life, her body was a wad of knots that needed massaging.As she rounded the corner into the parking lot, she spotted Mitch leaning against her car, hands in his pockets as he watched her approach. She felt her body ball up into a tight knot as she forced herself to take each step. She did not need this right now.He smiled as she stepped closer, opening his mouth, starting to say something, but she quickly cut him off. "Mitch, I don't have anything to say. While I do not agree with my sister's behavior or the way she handled the situation, she was right. We don't sleep with the same men.
Aimee spent the night on her balcony staring at the ocean, as she sipped an Orange Spice hot tea after enjoying a bubbly hot soak in the tub. She even turned in early, her body drained from the stress of the past couple of days, before Karla made it home. To add to her good fortune, her sister was still asleep in the morning when she left for work and she saw no need to wake her. She still wasn't ready to deal with Karla and the drama.Luckily, she would be able to postpone it even longer. Clint texted her just after lunch and asked if she could watch Abigail until he made it home. He needed to go over some blueprints with an architect and his babysitter already made plans for the evening. She was more than happy to agree, especially after being such a fool when she saw Clint's sister and assumed she was a girlfriend. Ginny even gave her permission to go home early, which she eagerly accepted. If her luck held out, Karla would be asleep before she even made it home.Abigail was excited
Aimee poured two glasses of merlot and turned around to lean back on the counter, one arm across her waist while the other held her glass to her lips. The wine was dry with a touch of tang. She licked her lips after taking a sip and stared into the living room as her thoughts wandered to why she wasn't ready to go home, yet. Tuesday night had been a nightmare. She never knew Karla to behave so cruelly. Neither of them had a claim on Mitch, and if Karla was interested in him, all she had to do was say something and Aimee would have turned him down. Karla had to know that. Aimee always turned the guy over to her sister. Yet, everything she did was like some sneak attack to prove she was the better catch. Aimee had no idea what her sister was trying to prove by sneaking over to Mitch's garage and fucking him other than to prove she could. It had nothing to do with the car. Her sister was acting jealous and for her to be jealous of Aimee was ludicrous. If anything, Aimee should be the one