Saving All My Lovin'. Donna Hill

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      She flipped onto her side, couldn’t get comfortable, kicked her unwanted guests onto the floor then lay spread-eagle in the bed.

      It was late. She was awakened from a well-earned rest. She was making more out of things than necessary, worrying about nothing.

      She stuck her left hand out in front of her. Even in the darkness of her bedroom the diamond sparkled, reminding her of her commitment to a man almost young enough to be her son.

      She drew in a breath. It would work out. She deserved some happiness. It had been a long drought since she’d lost her husband Marvin and Michael made her feel alive again, reminded her that she was still a vibrant, sexy woman.

      She turned back onto her side. Now that she had some room in the bed, she planned to get to sleep. But doubt, good sense and concern crept back beneath the sheets and spent the rest of the night.

      Ann Marie spent a sleepless night as well. She’d told the girls the day before that she’d be unable to work at the spa as she had a long day at the real estate office, several meetings and a closing.

      When she arrived at the office, thankfully, she was the only one there. She turned on the coffee pot and stood in front of it like a sentinel, waiting for it to perk. Funny, she thought absently, the coffeepot was a reflection of her life—sitting on a hot plate waiting to perk.

      “Morning Ann Marie,” Carol the new office assistant sang out.

      Ann Marie turned away from staring at the pot. “Morning.”

      “You look a little tired. Long night?” She giggled in a way that would annoy the average person.

      Inwardly Ann Marie rolled her eyes. “Something like that.” She hadn’t told anyone in the office about her new business venture, mainly because it was none of their business. And the less the staff knew about her private life the better. It was bad enough that Terrance had sent the flowers to her office, which caused all kinds of buzz and speculation.

      “Out with the guy who sent the flowers?” she hedged.

      Ann Marie snapped her head in Carol’s direction. “I have two clients coming in, one at eleven and the other at one. Please make sure that their information is ready for me.” She gave Carol the names of her clients, took the pot of coffee and poured herself a cup. She turned to Carol who stood there as if Ann Marie was still planning to tell her more about her private life.

      Ann Marie arched a brow, stuck her arm out and dramatically examined her watch.

      Carol finally got the hint. Ann Marie rolled her eyes in earnest and went to her cubicle.

      The real estate office that she worked for was truly a high-end office, dealing only in luxury condos, commercial properties and brownstones, which had become the crown jewels of the marketplace. They had state of the art equipment, a designer’s lounge area for clients, light refreshments and all of the agents had their own glass cubicles on two levels. The commissions that she raked in from sales put her solidly in the six-figure income bracket each year. If she wanted, she could leave New York at anytime and start a fresh life without a financial worry in the world.

      Maybe that’s what she needed to do—start over. Just pick up and leave all this crap behind. Go someplace where no one could find her. Maybe even change her name. There was nothing holding her here. She had no family—now with Raquel gone. She had no man. And…you could always make new friends.

      She thought of Barbara, Stephanie and Ellie. They’d been her family, putting up with her bull for years. But even they couldn’t give her what she needed.

      Her desk phone rang. Absently she picked it up.

      “Ann Marie speaking.”

      “Did you get my message from our daughter?”

      Her stomach did a slow somersault. “Yes,” she choked out. “What do you want now, Terrance?” She gripped the edge of the desk.

      “Nothing more than to hear your voice. Is that so wrong?”

      “Very expensive call just to hear someone’s voice.”

      “Money is not an issue. Never was. We had other problems—you and I.”

      “Oh, so you remember?”

      “I was a fool, a young arrogant fool. But I’ve changed, Mari,” he said, using his pet name for her.

      Heat rushed to her head at the sound of the endearment. “Old dog as they say.”

      “I’m going to prove the saying wrong. You can teach this old dog new tricks.” His voice lassoed around her. “I want you to teach me.”

      “It’s over, Terrance.”

      “You’re still my wife.” The last two words tightened the rope around her neck, cut off her breathing.

      “I’m busy Terrance. No time for your word games.”

      “It’s not a game, Mari. I’m coming back for you. Believe that if you believe nothing else. And I will make you remember how good it was between us.”

      She slammed down the phone. Her hands were shaking. For several moments she sat there with her hand still locked on the receiver, unable to move. Her gaze rose upward and Carol was standing outside her cubicle staring at her.

      Ann Marie drew in a breath, stood and tugged the hem of her waist length jacket then went to her door. She pulled it open.

      “Yes!”

      “Here are the files you asked for,” she said, inching them toward Ann Marie as if handing off explosives.

      Ann Marie swallowed. “Thank you,” she murmured.

      “Are you all right, Ms. Dennis?”

      Ann Marie looked into Carol’s eyes, and was stunned by what appeared to be real concern etched onto her acne-prone face.

      Slowly Ann Marie nodded. “Yes, I’m fine,” she said in a softer voice. “Thanks for asking.” She took the files and turned away.

      Ann Marie returned to her desk and eased her way down into her seat without collapsing.

      How could she ever explain to anyone what Terrance did to her? Just his voice alone made her weak. Seeing him in her mind’s eye made her hot with a need that had never been fully satisfied since she’d left him.

      Yes, she’d played the role of the big woman in front of her friends. But with Terrance she was sixteen again, young, vulnerable and terribly in love with a man who only knew how to love himself.

      He said he’d changed. She couldn’t imagine that. But what if he had? What if he was the man she’d always wanted him to be? What then?

      You’re still my wife. The words echoed in her head like a shout tossed into the Grand Canyon. She had to make it stop. She couldn’t lose her soul to Terrance Bishop again.

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