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She chose a beautiful lilac arrangement. Her mother's favorite.
After driving up north towards the Romero Winery and Estate she stopped off to drop off her mother’s bouquet.
Nervously, she opened the gate. “Why do you and Dad have to be here? It’s so not fair.” Blue wished in her heart that she didn’t have to visit her parents at a place like this. She walked a few steps and stopped. The summer breeze blowing through her hair. Her breath stopped momentarily. This was hard. In reality, it was never going to be easy. She knelt beside the tall marble gravestone with a beautiful picture of her mother and father secured inside the stone with the words: Mom and Dad. Forever loved.
Their parents were taken from them so suddenly. It wasn’t fair. They were both killed in a deadly fire that was originally suspected to be the result of arson. The kids were away at the time. The pain gripping Blue’s heart was unbearable. But she would be brave. She could do this.
She kissed the marble stone where they were buried together underneath, coffin over coffin in a grave for two. She placed the flowers in front. “Happy birthday, Mom!” An ache lodged in her throat. “Hey, Dad!” she whispered, pain evident. “Courtney and I are fine. We’re going to be just fine. Please pray for us up there, that all goes well with…I know you’re both looking over us. I love you. Forever.”
With those words, Blue left the Pine Berry Cemetery and walked towards her car. But oddly, she heard shuffling behind one of the trees. Was it the strong summer breeze? Or her imagination? Why did she get the sinking feeling she was being watched? This unnerved her very much. She wouldn’t dare tell Courtney what was going on but for the last few weeks, she’d been taunted. Not just taunted but harassed. Her cell phone received a multitude of harassing phone calls and hang ups from an unknown number. Blue turned her head in both directions and looked far beyond the many rows of tombstones in the cemetery. She drew in a deep breath.
It was probably just her imagination. Who would follow her here?
CHAPTER THREE
Zack heaved the heavy weights off his muscular chest and replaced them on the bar. He sat up on the bench press seat, breathing deeply after an accelerated exercise regime. After bench pressing a hefty two-hundred-and-sixty pounds of iron weights, he was done with his late morning workout.
Turbulent thoughts raced through his mind. The weights on the barbell were nothing compared to the weight on his shoulders. His thoughts raced dangerously as he considered the future of his winery enterprise and all that he’d worked for to create viable employment and a future for young entrepreneurs who needed a boost in life, like the one he and his brothers were fortunate to receive.
Just then his cell phone vibrated. It was Jen, his latest girl. Well, actually, his latest ex-girlfriend. They called it quits a few days ago. He couldn’t answer the phone. But his voicemail came on. He pressed the button to listen.
“Hey, sweetie,” the husky voice sounded on the recorder. “I know we’re supposed to be uh, not seeing each other right now, but, hmmm, I want you, Zack. Now! Please call me back. I’ll meet you anywhere, baby…” she cooed into the phone.
Zack grimaced, pain shooting through his gut. He groaned thinking of the time when he sat at his desk and she sat underneath his desk deep throating him. Something she loved to do. It was her idea to get all kinky in the office during a lunch break. It caught him by pleasant surprise the first time she did that to him.
“One month?” Thirty days of no physical contact with a woman? Was his grandfather out of his ever-loving mind? He couldn’t wait until those four weeks were up to prove he could do anything he put his mind to. He was a true Romero. Romero men were tough as hell and could do the impossible.
Zack read somewhere that although it’s average to have sex with your partner three times a week, one in five people were having sex less than once a month. Well, typically, he was never in that statistic but…one month of no sex shouldn’t be hard. He was a man who could master his emotions and control his libido—if need be. It was going to be hard as hell but, surely, he could do it.
