Chapter Two
There was a tiny knock at the door and Emma rose to answer it. Standing on the doorway was a little blonde angel. "Hi," Bo blushed as she looked up at Emma. "Is my daddy here?" Emma looked over her shoulder at Merrill. "Is he your daddy sweetheart?" She asked. "No, he is" Bo said with a laugh like the answer was obvious all along.
Graham went to Emma's side and lifted Bo into his strong arms. "Hey cupcake. What did I tell you about wandering around alone?" She looked a little ashamed. "I know, but Morgan didn't want to come, he said he didn't feel good" Instantly Graham was alert. "What is it? What did he say?" Bo shrugged the best she could. "He said his tummy hurts" Graham set Bo down and motioned for Merrill.
"Miss.Finch, this is my daughter Bo, now if you'll excuse my brother and I, my son is sick" Emma nodded. Merrill reached down to pick Bo up and followed Graham through the huge cornfields. They both had a smooth gait and Emma was only a little embarrassed to discover that she wasn't only watching the way he was walking.
She cleared her head and went into the kitchen where she poured the remaining soda down the drain. She smoothed out her hair and continued to gaze out the window. She saw patches of golden tulips growing in an island. Since she was from the city, she never perfected her green thumb, she decided now would be a good a time as any.
The air was warm and sweet as she wandered outside into the garden. Birds fluttered up from the corn and called into the sky. She was ¾ in love with the place already. The sheer fact that neighbors would come by for no reason amazed her. In New York, people only came by if they wanted money from you.
She went back into the house. It was beautiful, but a little lonely. She decided that later she would drive around and find a kennel and adopt a puppy. She loved dogs, but her tenet would never allow her to keep animals. Plus, she decided that since she was away at the office so often, it wouldn't be far to the dog.
She went up the stairs and found her bedroom. It was painted the color of crushed cherries, the walls were gleaming and the floors were covered with glistening chestnut wood. There was even a bed, which Emma figured was good, she wouldn't have to spend money transporting her furniture. The bathroom that was connected was huge and the color of eggshells and had a gorgeous claw tub.
Amazed by the sheer beauty of the house, she continued to explore. Even though she felt it, she never acknowledged the fact that someone was gazing intently at her from the 2nd story window. She changed from her icy black suit into shorts and a dark lilac tank top, changing her image entirely.
She walked out onto the stone path and breathed in the cooling fresh air. She jolted when her small titanium cell-phone rang and she reached into her bra, the only safe place, to answer it. Seeing it was her brother, she grinned and answered it.
"Chance!" She said happily as she imagined her brother sitting behind his fancy lawyer desk, his spiky sunshine blonde hair slightly mused and his eyes dark and chocolaty. "How ya doin sis?" He asked. She could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm alright, I just met the neighbors, seem nice enough. One man has the most adorable daughter, her name is Bo" There was a slight pause. "What kind of name is Bo?"
Emma rolled her pretty eyes. "What kind of name is Chance? Anyway I think she's adorable. Anything interesting in New York?" "No not really. Mom's getting remarried" Emma's body went stiff. "That's great Chance, now tell me something that I care about" Chance nearly growled. "It's been 3 years Emma, you have to forgive her"
Busy picking at a piece of lint on her shirt, "No I don't. She didn't sleep with your wife" Emma said referring to Chance's sweetheart of a wife Julie. "I know Emma, but she was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing" Embittered to the core about the conversation, she had a choice to fight Chance to the death, other the phone, or just hang up and let it go.
She clicked the little button on her phone and glared at it a moment before tucking it back into place. Emotions were flooding her body that she didn't know how to deal with, everything felt like it was coming crashing down on her, like how she felt when she found her mother crawling all over her now ex-husband Dimitri.
She reached into her gold cigarette case and pulled out a slim long stick and lit it with her engraved lighter. As the smoke spiraled into the perfect wildflower blue sky, she squinted her eyes to try to fight back the memories uselessly. Pictures she had kept for many years of her and Dimitri began appearing in her mind, the touch of his hands, the sound of his voice.
Becoming too much to bear, she quickly returned to the house and went into the bathroom as she stripped her clothes and turned the water on full hot. Sitting in the middle of the tub, she let the heartbreaking cries come.
There was a tiny knock at the door and Emma rose to answer it. Standing on the doorway was a little blonde angel. "Hi," Bo blushed as she looked up at Emma. "Is my daddy here?" Emma looked over her shoulder at Merrill. "Is he your daddy sweetheart?" She asked. "No, he is" Bo said with a laugh like the answer was obvious all along.
Graham went to Emma's side and lifted Bo into his strong arms. "Hey cupcake. What did I tell you about wandering around alone?" She looked a little ashamed. "I know, but Morgan didn't want to come, he said he didn't feel good" Instantly Graham was alert. "What is it? What did he say?" Bo shrugged the best she could. "He said his tummy hurts" Graham set Bo down and motioned for Merrill.
"Miss.Finch, this is my daughter Bo, now if you'll excuse my brother and I, my son is sick" Emma nodded. Merrill reached down to pick Bo up and followed Graham through the huge cornfields. They both had a smooth gait and Emma was only a little embarrassed to discover that she wasn't only watching the way he was walking.
She cleared her head and went into the kitchen where she poured the remaining soda down the drain. She smoothed out her hair and continued to gaze out the window. She saw patches of golden tulips growing in an island. Since she was from the city, she never perfected her green thumb, she decided now would be a good a time as any.
The air was warm and sweet as she wandered outside into the garden. Birds fluttered up from the corn and called into the sky. She was ¾ in love with the place already. The sheer fact that neighbors would come by for no reason amazed her. In New York, people only came by if they wanted money from you.
She went back into the house. It was beautiful, but a little lonely. She decided that later she would drive around and find a kennel and adopt a puppy. She loved dogs, but her tenet would never allow her to keep animals. Plus, she decided that since she was away at the office so often, it wouldn't be far to the dog.
She went up the stairs and found her bedroom. It was painted the color of crushed cherries, the walls were gleaming and the floors were covered with glistening chestnut wood. There was even a bed, which Emma figured was good, she wouldn't have to spend money transporting her furniture. The bathroom that was connected was huge and the color of eggshells and had a gorgeous claw tub.
Amazed by the sheer beauty of the house, she continued to explore. Even though she felt it, she never acknowledged the fact that someone was gazing intently at her from the 2nd story window. She changed from her icy black suit into shorts and a dark lilac tank top, changing her image entirely.
She walked out onto the stone path and breathed in the cooling fresh air. She jolted when her small titanium cell-phone rang and she reached into her bra, the only safe place, to answer it. Seeing it was her brother, she grinned and answered it.
"Chance!" She said happily as she imagined her brother sitting behind his fancy lawyer desk, his spiky sunshine blonde hair slightly mused and his eyes dark and chocolaty. "How ya doin sis?" He asked. She could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm alright, I just met the neighbors, seem nice enough. One man has the most adorable daughter, her name is Bo" There was a slight pause. "What kind of name is Bo?"
Emma rolled her pretty eyes. "What kind of name is Chance? Anyway I think she's adorable. Anything interesting in New York?" "No not really. Mom's getting remarried" Emma's body went stiff. "That's great Chance, now tell me something that I care about" Chance nearly growled. "It's been 3 years Emma, you have to forgive her"
Busy picking at a piece of lint on her shirt, "No I don't. She didn't sleep with your wife" Emma said referring to Chance's sweetheart of a wife Julie. "I know Emma, but she was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing" Embittered to the core about the conversation, she had a choice to fight Chance to the death, other the phone, or just hang up and let it go.
She clicked the little button on her phone and glared at it a moment before tucking it back into place. Emotions were flooding her body that she didn't know how to deal with, everything felt like it was coming crashing down on her, like how she felt when she found her mother crawling all over her now ex-husband Dimitri.
She reached into her gold cigarette case and pulled out a slim long stick and lit it with her engraved lighter. As the smoke spiraled into the perfect wildflower blue sky, she squinted her eyes to try to fight back the memories uselessly. Pictures she had kept for many years of her and Dimitri began appearing in her mind, the touch of his hands, the sound of his voice.
Becoming too much to bear, she quickly returned to the house and went into the bathroom as she stripped her clothes and turned the water on full hot. Sitting in the middle of the tub, she let the heartbreaking cries come.