Guilty of Love by Pat Simmons

Author:Pat Simmons
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: inspirational romance, christian romance, family relationships, africanamerican romance, love romance, foster parenting, abortion and guilt feelings, guilt and shame, genealogy research, happiness at last

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Cheney had enjoyed the harmless flirtation with Parke in his kitchen, but as soon as she stepped into her haven, her mood changed. Even a refreshing shower couldn’t cleanse her melancholy as she recalled the smiles, laughter, and love she’d witnessed.

Parke’s brother held a striking resemblance to him, except Malcolm was thicker. Mrs. Jamieson oozed with charm, classic elegance, and a warm spirit. She definitely fit an Elaine persona—beautiful and the mother of handsome sons.

Squatting by her bed, Cheney thrust her hand into a basket, grabbing a bottle of lotion. She thought about the major disconnect with her parents and siblings. She’d hurt them. Cheney’s father drilled into her head the importance of life, regardless of the quality. Exhausted from thinking, Cheney closed her eyes.

As if a lightning bolt zapped her, tears sprouted and streamed down her cheeks. Cheney covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably. “This is silly. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” Standing, she put on her Mickey Mouse pajamas for bed. Still dazed, she walked into the bathroom and systematically applied layers of cold cream to her face.

While braiding her hair, she heard a faint ringing in the distance. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she ignored it. Heavy knocking replaced the doorbell. Her first thought was Mrs. Beacon. Cheney barely grabbed her robe as she raced out of her room and jumped two stairs at a time. Her heart pounded against her chest with anticipation of impending disaster.

Checking the peephole, Cheney flung open her door, annoyed. “Parke, why are you beating on my door?” She growled before noticing his entourage. Leaning against her doorframe, she folded her arms and waited for an explanation. “Okay, somebody, anybody, everybody, tell me what’s going on? The party’s not here.”

Parke leaned forward, close to her ear. “Ah, Cheney, if you’re trying to scare the neighborhood with that stuff on your face, you succeeded. Trick or treat.”

The man’s attractiveness always seemed to contradict his natural sense of humor, but Parke seemed to lighten her mood. She would never admit that, but she craved him. Plus, the short kiss they shared was nice. Being away from him had caused her sour mood. She ignored the mischief in his eyes and poked her finger in his chest. “See, you don’t have good sense.” She dismissed him and turned to his mother.

“Mrs. Jamieson, pardon my rudeness. I usually reserve that for Parkay.”

They cackled at his nickname. Cheney ushered them inside before they disturbed Mrs. Beacon who might open her door with a loaded shotgun. “So why are you all here?”

Mrs. Jamieson, the shortest of them, lifted her bags. “Dear, we wanted to include you in our games. I hope you don’t mind, we even brought food, and dessert.”

Cheney’s face was starting to feel oily from the cold cream. She couldn’t believe she was standing in her living room and dressed in her favorite pajamas talking to Parke and his clan. She glanced at his brother and his girlfriend. “This isn’t making any sense.”

Swiping his finger

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