Chapter 20 of Remy’s story is by Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers, Deceit on Dorset Drive and newly-released, Halloween-themed Corgi Capers: The Sorceress of Stoney Brook, a mystery series for young detectives, as well as the sci-fi-time-travel-romance For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal.
Next week’s episode comes from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her books of short stories available on Smashwords for only $1.99 and $0.99. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack. There you can read the first story in each book for free. However, the stories are all different, so the sample stories aren’t a true representation of the other stories. Her books of poetry are available there, as well.
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Remy couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, she seemed to be forming a bond, an actual bond, with Jeremy. So his ex-girlfriend was a psycho—he wanted no part of it. So he freaked out—his mother was sick and he was going through a rough patch.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Remy looked at her and smiled, leaning in for more.
“As flattered as I am,” Remy said, pulling away, “you’ve got to visit your mother. It sounds pretty bad, and you can’t ignore your family. Sticking your head in the sand doesn’t make bad things go away. You need to visit your mom. Take your time. Do what needs to be done and say what needs to be said. I’ll be here when you get back. At this point we both need time.”
Jeremy nodded, tears in his eyes.
“You’re right. You’re right.” He stood. “You have my cell number. If Barbara does anything to you—if she comes near you or calls you or anything, you call me right away.”
Remy nodded, and Jeremy helped her to her feet. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll see you in a few.”
He squeezed her hands once before turning away. Remy watched him leave, feeling a whole mix of emotions. She was glad for the time to sort them out.
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At work, Irene took full advantage of Remy’s offer. In fact, she didn’t wait until five o’clock to leave. She snuck out a 4:50 with a curt, “You’re closing up tonight, right?” The door slammed shut before Remy even had a chance to answer.
The last patients were gone for the day, and Remy started straightening up the front desk. Maybe she could sneak out right at five, too.
“Is she gone?” a voice asked behind her.
Remy turned around to see Dr. Kendrick standing behind her. Very close.
“All last week I was hoping she’d leave a few minutes early.”
“Dr. Kendrick,” Remy said.
“It’s Sam,” he answered as he leaned in for a kiss.
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