The Hardest Part (Brookside #2)

Epilogue

A few weeks later.

S he was going to absolutely burst.

Emily scrambled to her car, squealing like a kid on Christmas morning, and Christmas was still a week away. She had to tell someone besides Billy and Jake. They already knew, of course, but she wasn’t ready for anyone else to know yet except her mama.

Or it could be bad luck, right?

Maybe not, but she wasn’t going to take any chances.

By the time Emily pulled into her mother’s driveway, she was practically bouncing in her seat.

She skipped up the familiar porch steps, shaking her head at the pots of dead flowers flanking the doors. Next spring, she and Billy would plant her new ones. Because sure as shit, she knew her mama never would.

In every color of the rainbow, Mama. You gotta have some in your life .

Emily worried about her, especially now that she was married and her mother was alone.

The living room was empty. No laptop. No ledgers strewn about the coffee table like she’d expect to find. She checked her mom’s office, which she rarely used. The kitchen. If it weren’t for her Jeep in the driveway, Emily would have thought she wasn’t home.

“Mama?” She tiptoed down the hallway. It didn’t feel right to make noise with the house being so quiet.

The bedroom door was ajar.

Her hand poised, Emily was just about to knock when she heard it.

The rhythmic creaking of mattress springs. Muffled groans. Breathless whimpers.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She scrunched her eyes closed.

Don’t look . You’ll be scarred for the rest of your life .

But in the end, curiosity got the best of her. Emily just wanted to know who it was.

Muscular, sculpted body. Ass high and taut. Golden skin.

She shouldn’t have looked.

As quietly as she did when she came in, Emily tiptoed down the hall.

She ran to her car, not believing what she saw.

“Oh, yeah, I’m scarred for life, all right.”

Holy fucking hell .

The End…until The Distant Thunder