Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,58

not to call anyone else. I think she was going to head straight here after her baby checkup. I guess she went there after her lunch. I didn't tell her too much, only that your ex-boyfriends wife thought, you and him were back together, and taking off somewhere. So, what I have to say next would explain why I feel guilty."

I gave him a taken back look and frowned. "What could you possibly feel guilty about? You didn't know about her."

"Well. See. This woman was knocking on your door rapidly yelling for you that she needed to talk. I happened to be at Ms. Handly's; her sink was clogged. I think she does that on purpose." We both laughed at that because we both knew it was true.

He started up again with a story that I would never have expected. "So I came out and asked her if I could help, and she told me that she had something she had to tell you. Any ways, the woman confused me into telling her that you worked at the Crawly plant. Then when she mumbled under her breath as she walked away about 'I'm going to kill that bitch for running off with my husband again', well I freaked. I yelled after her to stop, but she took off running. Then it was a race to your work, where I might add that, your receptionist is like a pit bull. She had security called and escorting the yelling lunatic out of the office building, just as I pulled up. Well, you probably just pulled into the lot as all the commotion went to a level higher. Crazy huh? Sorry I didn't know."

He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it. Then his eyes looked at me with sorrow.

I didn't want him to feel guilty for something that had nothing to do with him. "I'm sorry. I should have told you the complete truth. My previous boyfriend who ruined my family birthday party, wasn't dating another woman who came in chasing him down but a wife. I felt awful, and she has every right to be mad. However, believe me when I tell you that I have not, and let me emphasize not, gotten back with her husband. That goes against all my beliefs. I feel bad enough as it is that he is married. I wonder if Steve is up to his old bag of tricks but this time he left her?"

"Who cares? The cops gave her a ticket, and I got a few words in myself. Mad or not, she has no reason to threaten you or your receptionists for not telling her where you were. Maybe the cops convinced her to stay away; I know I made some kind of impact when I defended you."

"Thanks." I mumbled in awe.

"For what?" He seemed unsure.

"For defending me. It may not seem like much to you but to me, it means a lot. I thought when you didn't defend me at your family brunch that you were unsure of there being an us."

He stood up to kiss me on the lips, and it caused a soft moan out of me. "Head hurts, huh?" He questioned.

"Throbs, is more like it. I think they skimped on the pain meds if you ask me." I smiled weakly.

"Well don't worry. I know a trick or two to relieve the pain." He said it in such a sultry voice that I was already thinking getting better could be half the fun. Then he added something that made my heart soar. "About my family, my father is going through a tough time right now. My mom says it's manopause, like women get menopause. I just know the two of us are getting on each other's nerves, and I don't want that. There is a bit of history about me and my crazy mistakes that gets my dad to think I can't make any good decisions. So on Sunday, you caught the brunt of his anger towards me. He feels really bad and wants to make it up to you. I guess we were all shocked at his behavior and just felt you were doing good holding your own. I felt if I said anything it would ruin the whole day. If I could have gone back, I would have done a lot different that day. For one, I would not have sat silent in the car while you were obviously mad. Sometimes when I am mad, I