His Only Wife by Melissa Brown

Author:Melissa Brown
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
Published: 2015-03-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Porter

I hardly ever thought about Ron Hammond. Not anymore.

And when I did, I didn’t think of him as my father. Not really. I had my moments, usually when I’d just woken from a deep, dream-filled sleep. You know those vivid dreams that you can’t shake for hours after opening your eyes? Usually Ron was the star of those dreams. I was a dumb tow-headed kid begging for his attention, his acceptance, his love. And most times, the dream ended in pain.

Since meeting Jesse, those dreams were much less frequent. And the more time I spent with Jesse, the less time I spent thinking of the man who was supposed to guide me during times like these. The monumental times. The important moments and milestones that mattered most.

Like the proposal I was planning.

I had a clear-cut plan. Well, I hoped I had a plan. But executing that plan could be tricky. It was vivid in my head, but I wasn’t sure I had everything I needed to make it a reality.

I had the ring. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to present her with, but it would do. For now, anyway. One day, I knew I’d earn enough money to replace the stones, to give her something she’d be proud to wear on her finger. It would just take some time.

I bought a new set of plain white bed sheets from the bedding store. I borrowed clips and anchors from my boss. But the final piece—the most important piece of the puzzle—seemed to be nothing but an idea in my head. That is, until I spoke to Jesse.

“You’re kidding? They sell them in stores?” I asked in disbelief. “And you’re not messing with me?”

He shook his head. “Not messing with you, kid. They exist.”

Jesse and I were finishing up our weekly check-in at the coffee shop in town. Once he became my sponsor, he suggested seeing each other outside of our meetings, feeling it was important that we could talk in private, away from all the other people who intimidated me.

I always felt like I couldn’t live up to those who’d mastered this damn program. Those without relapses. Those who’d conquered all of their shit. I wasn’t one of them, and wasn’t sure I could ever be, but Jesse told me otherwise. He had a way of making me feel more confident in myself without cramming it down my throat. He believed in me, even though sometimes I wasn’t sure why.

He stood and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “C’mon, there’s an electronics store around the corner. I’ll prove it to you.”

“Cool.” I chugged the last sips of my coffee before chucking the cup in the nearest garbage can.

Jesse ushered me into the store to prove to me that the piece of machinery I needed to complete my plan was, in fact, a reality and not just an idea in my seemingly inventive head. However, when I saw the price tag, I wanted to scream, feeling myself drowning again in my own bad luck.

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