A Christmas, Colorado Collection by Debbie Mason

Author:Debbie Mason [MASON, DEBBIE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2015-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Jack waited impatiently for Grace to open the door. The least she could’ve done was give him a key yesterday when she kicked him out. It was his apartment as much as it was hers. What the hell had he been thinking giving in to her asinine suggestion? He never should’ve left. As soon as she’d voiced the idea, he should’ve shot it down. But he’d been in shock, feeling guilty after revealing the extent of his relationship with Maria.

He hadn’t been the only one who’d been furious Grace had asked him to leave. Jill had been livid when he’d arrived at her door with his duffel bag in hand. He’d ended up on the defensive, protecting Grace from his sister’s anger. He made Jill think he was on board with it. She didn’t need another excuse to lay into his wife. It hadn’t been easy playing it cool, acting as if he wasn’t as pissed off with Grace as his sister was. The run he’d taken last night and again at dawn had helped deal with his anger. The frustration and, as much as it pained him to admit, hurt, weren’t so easy to get rid of.

Suck it up, Flaherty, and deal.

In the end, it was his fault it’d come down to this. He had to make it right. For now, he’d do as Grace asked. She wanted to start with a clean slate. All the better. She wanted to date. He could do that, too. How hard could it be to win back a woman who loved him, who’d never given up on him? Jack grinned as he thought of ways to “woo” his wife. Maybe he’d borrow that book from Nell after all.

He always felt better when he had a plan, a strategy to go into battle, even if this time the fight was to save his marriage. The heavy weight that had rested on his shoulders since yesterday lifted. He rapped on the door for the second time—just not as hard as a couple of minutes ago.

“Sorry,” said a breathless Grace as she opened the door, carrying a naked little Jack under her arm. “Your son decided he’s not wearing a diaper today and flushed it down the toilet before I could stop him.”

“How come he’s my son when he does something wrong?” Jack teased as he closed the door behind him. His humor faded when he took a closer look at Grace. There were shadows under her eyes, and her usual peaches-and-cream complexion was a pasty gray. She looked like she hadn’t slept. Jack could commiserate. He hadn’t slept much last night, either. “Here”—he held out his arms for his son—“we’ll take care of it for you.”

“Thanks, but I already did. I’ve gotten really good at fixing clogged toilets.” She glanced at her wet robe and gave him a tired smile. Little Jack squirmed in her arms, and she put him on the floor.

It shouldn’t bother Jack that she could handle things without him, but it did.

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