Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Shit was about to go to hell in a hand-basket, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.
Chapter 14
Marlowe
“Kate ... What are you doing here?”
I’d just finished taking a shower and was drying my hair when Kate showed up at my apartment completely unannounced. Of course, while I was still trying to put myself together, Kate looked like she’d just stepped out of some fashion magazine. With a flick of her long blonde hair, she sauntered through the doorway and into the kitchen as she answered, “I told you Eric had a meeting this morning.”
“I remember. I also remember you saying you were going to call.”
“I was, but I knew you would be here.” She pursed her lips with a slight eyeroll. “It’s not like you have anywhere else to go.”
“Seriously?” She’d been there all of two seconds, and I was already annoyed with her. “You have no idea what I have going on in my life.”
“Oh, give me a break. You know what I meant.” She walked over to the coffee pot and helped herself to a cup as she said, “You don’t have work until later this afternoon, right?”
“Yeah, but ...” I started, then realized I was wasting my breath. I followed Kate over to the table, and as we sat down, I smiled as I remembered what had taken place there an hour earlier. “So, how are things with Mom and Dad?”
“They’re trying their best to adjust to me being gone, but they adore Eric, especially Mom. She just goes on and on about how lucky I am to have found such a great guy.” She took a sip of her coffee, then said, “I have to wonder what she’d think of Rafe.”
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”
“Come on, Marlie. You know exactly what I’m talking about. The guy is hot and all kinds of swoon-worthy, but that’s really all you can say about him. He’s a biker with no education, and his family isn’t much better. His dad is a mechanic for God’s sake.” When she saw my expression, she reached over and placed her hand on mine. “I don’t mean to sound harsh, Sis. It’s just...you can do a lot better than that guy.”
Until then, I hadn’t really thought about the conversation Rafe had with her at the club. I could only imagine how rude and pompous Kate must’ve been with him, which made me instantly regret ever leaving him alone with her. I pulled my hand away from hers as I snapped, “Not that it matters to you, but I happen to think Rafe is wonderful and feel lucky to have him in my life.”
“You don’t have to get all defensive about it, Marlie. It’s not like you’re married to the guy.” She cut her eyes as she reached for her coffee. “You have time to find someone else, but the longer you wait, the harder it will be.”
“I have no intention of finding someone else, Kate.”
“Why not?” Her brows furrowed as she scoffed, “Are you in love with him or something?”
“And what if I am?”
“I don’t know...I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” She motioned her hand around my apartment. “I mean, look at this place ... and that crazy job of yours. Seems you’ve settled in more ways than one.”
“Have you always been so judgmental, or is this something new?”
“I’m not being judgmental, Marlowe. I’m just being honest with you. You had everything you could possibly want, and you gave it all up. And for what? This?” She threw her hands up in the air as she grumbled, “A hole in the wall apartment and a job bartending at a strip club?”
“I’m happy here, Kate. I like my life. I like my apartment and my job.” I ran my hand through my hair with a sigh. “For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m not stuck in your shadow. I have something of my own, something I can be proud of, and I don’t understand why that isn’t enough for you. Why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“Are you being serious right now?” Kate’s cheeks flushed red as she stood up and snarled, “You’ve always been so self-righteous—even more so now that you’ve gotten out on your own.”
“Self-righteous? Really?”
“Yes, really. Even after everything Mom and Dad did for you it was never enough. You always wanted more ... expected more. You couldn’t just be thankful they took you in and put a roof over your head.”
“As parents, that’s what they’re supposed to do, Kate. They did the same for you, and so much more. It’s almost comical how much more they did for you than they did for me, and they didn’t even feel the least bit bad about it.”
“That’s because I’m their daughter.”
“I’m their daughter, too.”