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174 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published August 1, 2006
Tellie had gone to a foster home, despite Marge‘s objections, because J.B. said that a widow with two children to raise didn‘t need the complication of a teenager.
Even at the age of fourteen, she‘d taken charge of the kitchen and Dawn and Brandi.
She was a born baby-sitter.
He kept to himself, except for the numerous gorgeous women he squired around in his private jet.
She was miserable because J.B. had missed her graduation, and nothing was going to make up for that.
―It was a Mickey Mouse watch with a big face and a gaudy red band. She knew what it meant, too. It meant that his secretary, Miss Jarrett, who hated being delegated to buy presents for him, had finally lost her cool.
It hurt Tellie, who knew that J.B. shopped for Marge and the girls himself. He never delegated that chore to underlings. But, then, Tellie wasn‘t family.
She‘d have loved a dead rat in a box if it had come from J.B., because she had no pride.
Marge lifted Tellie‘s wrist and glared at the watch. ―That was just mean, she said under her breath.
―He‘d already done that by not showing up for my graduation
LIAR==>―He told us all to remember he‘d been fighting a fire in case it came up. He had a meeting with an out-of-town cattle buyer and his daughter. He forgot all about the...
She‘d finally realized that she meant nothing to him.
MANWHORE==>―Uncle J.B. isn‘t conventional, Dawn reminded her mother. ―He had that football team cheerleader staying at his house for almost a month. And his new girlfriend was a runner-up Miss Texas, and she spends weekends with him...
We don‘t even rate a handpicked present. You just send out the secretary to buy it, and to lie for you when you avoid events you‘d rather not be forced to attend.
―No, he doesn‘t get headaches, but he certainly gives them.
―I don‘t think J.B. really likes intelligent women much.
―You don‘t put yourself out for anybody. You make gestures, but somebody else has to do the dirty work.
HIRED HELP==>―But nobody can say that I haven‘t pulled my weight. I‘ve cleaned and cooked for Marge and the girls, been a live-in baby-sitter, helped keep her books—I haven‘t just parked myself here and taken advantage of the situation.
Mooning over you while you indulged yourself with starlet after debutante after Miss Beauty Contest winner! Oh, excuse me, Miss Runner-up Beauty Contest winner,...
―I‘m not going to pass myself around like a cigarette to any man who wants me, just to prove how liberated I am! And when I marry, I won‘t want some oversexed libertine who jumps into bed with any woman who wants him!
You can‘t fight a ghost, Tellie. She‘s perfect in his mind, like a living, breathing photograph that never ages, never has faults, never creates problems. No living woman will ever top her in J.B.‘s mind.
For all intents and purposes, she had become the invisible woman. He was paying her back for dating Grange.
GIRLFRIEND==>He gave her a diamond dinner ring last week for her birthday.
Bella didn‘t answer her. She beamed up at J.B. ―Didn‘t we come to take your sister and your nieces out to eat? she asked brightly. ―I‘m sure the kitchen help doesn‘t need an audience.
―What would you know about honest work, lady, unless you call lying on your back, work...!
GIRLFRIEND―I‘d rather be pretty than smart, the blonde said carelessly. ―Who‘d want to give you diamonds? she scoffed.
I can feel your heart beating. You‘re waking up. I could do anything I liked to you, whenever I pleased, and we both know it, Tellie.
JERK==>He laughed. He pulled away from her, arrogance in his whole bearing. He smiled, and it wasn‘t a nice smile at all. ―She likes to kiss me, too, Tellie, he said deliberately. ―But she‘s no prude.
―Next time I bring her over to see Marge, you‘d better be more polite, Tellie, he warned softly, and the deep edge of anger glittered in his green eyes. ―Or I‘ll do this in front of her.
He‘d brought his latest lover here deliberately.
He wanted Tellie to see how beautiful the woman was, how devoted she was to J.B. He was angry that he couldn‘t stop her from seeing Grange, not even by snubbing her. This was low, even for J.B.
He brought his newest girlfriend over to show me. She thought I was the hired help and treated me accordingly.
I don‘t like treating you like the enemy, but I also don‘t like the way you spoke to Bella. When you apologize, to her, we‘ll go from there.
His face hardened. ―You took too much for granted. You aren‘t part of my family, and you aren‘t a lover. You can‘t treat my women like trespassers in my own sister‘s house.
―She belongs with me. You don‘t. His eyes were hard. ―I need more from a woman than a handshake at the end of the evening. That‘s as much as you‘re able to give, Tellie. You‘re completely unawakened.
She threw open the door and stopped dead in the doorway. J.B. looked up, over Bella‘s bare white shoulders, his face flushed, his mouth swollen, his shirt off.
No wonder J.B. couldn‘t be bothered to answer the phone. He and his beautiful girlfriend were half-naked. Apparently J.B. wasn‘t much on beds for his sensual adventures.
―Get out! J.B. threw at her.
―You skinny, ugly little tomboy, he raged, white-hot with fury. ―Who‘d want something like you for keeps? Get out, I said!
J.B. had said terrible things to her.
She was hearing J.B. yell at her that she was an ugly stray he‘d taken in, that he didn‘t want her. Tears...
I quit! See if your harpy girlfriend in there can cook your meals and clean your house while she spends you into the poorhouse!
―And if you‘d given her a lift to the hospital, she wouldn‘t need one, would she?
―You said something to her, something that hurt, didn‘t you? he asked, nodding when J.B.‘s high cheekbones took on a ruddy color. ―She‘s hiding in the past, when you were less resentful of her. She‘ll get her memory back, but it‘s going to be dangerous to rush it.
He felt guilty. Her wreck was certainly his fault.
―It was raining, she recalled hesitantly. ―I don‘t understand why I was driving in the rain. I‘m afraid of it, you know.
GIRLFRIEND==>He was taking Bella out, and here was Tellie, badly injured on his account and hurting.
It disturbed him that he couldn‘t make Tellie want him. God knew, most other women did.
he took advantage of her vulnerability and innocence==>...without warning, he drew the tip of his forefinger right over one distended nipple with the faintest soft brushing motion.
He should have been ashamed of himself. He wasn‘t. His eyes slid over her body in the pajamas as...
I‘ve ever had a bouquet of flowers in my life, she added, confused. ―You haven‘t, Nell replied for her. She sounded irritated. ―Nice of Grange to remember that sick people usually like flowers.
JERK=>dreturning from a date with his girlfriend==>he was dressed up and a faint hint of perfume clung to his shirt as he sat down in the chair beside Tellie‘s bed.
He bent to her mouth again.
―It‘s about time, he murmured, and his mouth grew insistent.
―Kiss me, Tellie, he breathed, and his hand suddenly moved up and cupped her soft, firm breast.
His mouth increased its pressure, until he broke open her mouth and his tongue moved inside, in slow, insistent thrusts that made her moan loudly. She‘d never been kissed in such an intimate way.
―He didn‘t take his girlfriend with him, either, Nell said. ―That‘s so strange. He takes her everywhere else.
Bella travels with him, mostly, and she spends the occasional weekend in the guest room.
J.B. was intimate with the beauty contestant, if she was spending weekends with him.
CHEATER==>He was involved with another woman, and making passes at Tellie. What was wrong with him?
GIRLFRIEND==>The woman sensed Tellie‘s discomfort and smiled coldly. ―Don‘t tell me you‘ve forgotten me? she drawled. ―Not after you walked right in and interrupted me and J.B. on that very sofa?
J.B. had called her ugly. A stray. He could never love her. He didn‘t want her. He‘d said that!
He‘d missed her graduation from college and lied about it. He‘d had his secretary buy Tellie a graduation present —he hadn‘t even cared enough to do it himself. He‘d accused Tellie of panting after him like a pet dog. He‘d said he was sick of her...pawing him...trying to touch him.
―She and J.B. were on the sofa together, half-naked. He yelled at me.
―He felt guilty, Nell said gently. ―It was his fault that you wrecked the car. You would have died, if Grange hadn‘t found you.
That beautiful blonde was J.B.‘s woman. She‘d come to Marge‘s house with J.B., and she‘d insulted Tellie. They‘d argued, and J.B. had shown Tellie what a hold he had over her, using her weakness for him as a punishment.
GIRLFRIEND==>Bella was stretched out on the sofa wearing a pink gown and negligee and a come-hither smile. ―Welcome home, darling, she purred. ―I knew you wouldn‘t mind if I moved into my old room.
Bella came up behind him and slid her arms around him. ―I‘ll check on the TV dinners, she whispered. ―Then we can have some fun...
You don‘t have friends, J.B., you have hot dates,...
Everyone knows you don‘t want marriage or children, you just want a good time. Bella‘s your sort of woman. You couldn‘t hurt her if you hit her in the head with a brickbat, she‘s so thick. Just enjoy what you‘ve got, J.B., and let Tellie heal.
―It was cruel, Marge agreed. ―Throwing Bella up to her, parading the woman here in Tellie‘s home, taunting her for wanting to take care of you.
He‘d denigrated those tender feelings and made her look like a lovesick fool.
GIRLFRIEND==>Bella, in tears, sobbing, as she clung to J.B.‘s bare chest mumbling how happy she was that he wasn‘t badly hurt.
Then he remembered that when Marge and the girls came in, he had Bella in his arms.
IT WAS ONLY THE HERO OFFERING A COFFEE SO THAT OUR DOORMAT HEROINE EASILY FORGIVEN THE ASSHOLE==>―Finish your cappuccino, he said gently. ―I want to talk to you.
SEX WITH OTHER WOMEN==>―I was practicing, while I waited for you.