Echoes of Desire: Dance of Deception

es, I quickly walked toward the doorway and ou

ared at his desk, though occasionally I could have sworn I felt his eyes on me. T

the floor next to my closet, I greeted Mr. Friskies as he jumped on the bed. Immediately he complained in a

asn't, he just pissed me off instead, so I growled at him. His vocalization

in a worse mood than you are. So

jumping from the bed, he

gs, I sank among them, and burying

I made my way into the bathroom. I blew my nose, then popped

en to find Mr. Friskies sitting by his food bo

er to the refrigerator. Pulling out the leftover Chinese food, I made a face. Ev

days in the microwave, I powered it on. Staring out th

ying it outside, I set down on the steps of my porch and began mechanically lifting forkful

AT

illiant twinkle of the stars, I couldn't

d a divorce. Whether or not I could have Brianna, I realized it was time for this sham

, I would be a Dad. There was no way I could leave Tami now. I would not raise my child with divorced parents. I was a testimonial to how hard on a child it co

IAN

, and knew one day the adage would fit, but fo

How should I handle this? Should I sound friendly or distant? Finally, picking up the phon

certain, hesitant, his breathing erratic. Seconds stretched.

n's bike. Coasting it down the drive, he pulled up ne

the kickstand, he propped the bike and lifted off his helmet. Tossing

my face up so he could see it in the moonlight, he took a ragged breat

r to his question. "Jus

caressed my jaw. "I never meant for any of

I murmured, melti

ng away from me. I could see his shoulders slum

d backward several steps. The slow clotting that had

one. I was turning into the best fucking actress, al

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