All Chapters of Untold Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evidence...more proof that she was living in an alternate reality. It has to be it. What else would explain the boxes of Cookie Crisp and Cap’n Crunch sitting next to her raisin bran? She’d never buy that kind of cereal. The calories alone would send her from a size seven to a...a twenty. And on a shelf under the cereal, more items jumbled up the wide space, declaring that another person lived her. Among other things, there were protein bars, protein powders, energy bars, energy drinks, bottles of Gatorade, canisters of Gatorade powders, a giant bag of Cheetos and three boxes of full-sized Snickers bars...not to mention the Twinkies, the Ding Dongs, the honey buns, the peanut butter crackers, and little packages of Rice Crispy Treats.Good gracious! Chrissie peeked at Race from under her eyelashes. He wasn’t that big! How in the world did he eat all this junk? Her “husband” had a serious sweet-tooth, that was evident. She touched a box of Twinkies, trying to remember the la

Okay, so Race faked the cramp, but Chrissie was currently touching him with her magical fingers. Sue him. Curse him to Hell and back. Brand him as the most horrible person in the history of monstrous persons. He wouldn't blame anyone for thinking that way about him. He'd welcome any horrific punishment thrown his way...just wait until she finished. Chrissie knelt beside him on the floor, working the tightness and stress out of his neck and shoulders, and he sighed and sank further into the sofa cushions. I don't deserve her, he thought with a hidden smile.Earlier, he noticed how she looked at his body with appreciation, and since then, he'd been trying to think up a way to get closer to her. He was a bad, bad person to use her this way. He knew that. He had no qualms about how awful and despicable and sleazy this ploy was, but his wife was touching him...and she offered -- no, insisted -- that she do it. I really, really don't deserve her...After a minute or two or ten

"What did you do?" Dena hissed at him as soon as Chrissie fled from the house to go pick up the sisters' mother. Race tried to go after her. She was angry at him, and though he was glad he didn't back down from her, he still hated how she looked at him. He wanted to apologize, but Dena grabbed his arm. "Oh, no, you don't. Let her go. Ya'll pissed each other off again, and I want to know how.""It's none of your damn business," he said, jerking out of her grasp, but Chrissie's car was already flying out of the drive way. Race turned to give his sister-in-law a piece of his mind. However, anything he wanted to say was forced out with a heavy breath as she slammed a heavy book in his chest."What the hell!""Read it, you jerk. Chapter One: Patience!"He scowled at her and the book. "I don't need any more patience. I'm full of patience. I'm overflowing with the damn stuff, and I don't need you hitting me with books I don't need!""Oh, you're going to need this one," Dena said,

Chrissie endured as much of her mother as she could without appearing overly rude. The two of them ate dinner in companionable silence, though her mother grumbled a little over the quality of the take-out Chinese that Chrissie opted for rather than cooking or going out. Race grabbed a plate and disappeared into the basement, and no one had seen Dena since their argument in the backyard.Finally, after a few hours, her mother announced she was tired from the plane trip, and Chrissie drove her to check into a hotel. For which she was sure, everyone was thankful. She hugged her mother, said, "Thank you for coming, Mom," and Dolly replied, "Did you think I wouldn't?" Chrissie didn't have an answer for that. She loved her mother, but sometimes the two of them seemed to live in different worlds. Chrissie retired to her bedroom when she got back, vowing to have a long, apologetic talk with her sister in the morning because Dena refused to unlock and open her door when Chrissie scratched on

Race hefted his bike onto the rack and removed the front wheel. If felt a little wobbly as he cruised down Taylor Loop that morning. Sure enough, one of the spokes had bent a little. Not enough to worry him or put him in any danger, but it never hurts to be extra cautious, even riding a bike. He worked on replacing the spoke for a while in the back room of his shop, getting frustrated because his hands were sweating and his tools kept slipping in his grasp.That damn pink striped bag kept staring at him and had been for the past two hours."Screw it," he groaned and threw down a pair of pliers. He'd only gotten a small peek inside the Victoria's Secret bag at the mall, not wanting to embarrass himself with all those women around -- he'd been wearing his bike shorts, and those damn things showed every little twitch of his groin if he wasn't careful. But now, he just had to take a look.He glanced out into the shop, saw his employees busy at work, so he closed the door to the work room