Jessa James - Handy

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Epilogue

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Derek

“Karen, you can’t be serious?”

“I thought you’d be pleased? Why are you acting like this is a bad thing?”

“Because you’re giving me no notice!”

“Fine. If you don’t want to look after your own daughter then I’ll just ask my mom.”

I kneaded my temple and quickly found a spot to pullover. Talking to my ex while operating a vehicle was a recipe for disaster. I’d actually be more inclined to run myself into oncoming traffic just so I didn’t have to listen to her voice anymore.

“That’s not fair, Karen. You know how much I’ve wanted Kadee to come here. It’s always next summer or something came up. It’s been years since she’s been here but that’s not for lack of trying on my part. I wanted to take her up to the lodge but of course you put your foot down, I wanted her to spend time with my parents. But now you want me to drop everything just so you can go on a honeymoon you didn’t even have the courtesy of telling me about?”

“Derek, I’ve just been so busy. I meant to tell you, I really did. You know how hard and time-consuming planning a wedding can be. God, you didn’t even say congratulations.”

“Congratulations,” I said through gritted teeth.

“So? Can you take her? I can put her on a plane tomorrow.”

“Wait, what? Alone? You’re going to put my baby girl on a plane all by herself?”

“Well, yes. It’s perfectly safe! The airline will take care of her. All you have to do is meet her at the gate. Besides do you think Brian or I have time to travel across the country and get back in time for our own flights?”

I could feel every muscle in my body clench, becoming rigid with each word she uttered. I muted the call on my truck’s console and let loose a shout of frustration. I was way past boiling point, but this was how it always was with Karen.

“Derek, are you still there?”

My nostrils flared as I took several deep breaths before tapping the screen. “Yes, I’m still here.”

“So? I need an answer now. Otherwise I’ll have to make alternative arrangements.”

The thought of my baby girl spending more time with her ageing grandmother who could barely get around and look after herself or worse still letting Brian’s parents take her was not a something I could allow.

“I already said yes, Karen.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did, you just don’t listen.”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t started shouting at me and practically calling me a terrible mother—”

I wanted to tell her right there and then that she was exactly that but knew the chance of seeing Kadee would most likely go down the drain if I did. Karen loved to use our daughter to punish me.

Instead I managed to rein in the impulse and calmly said, “Text me the flight details and I’ll be there at the gate.”

“It’s tomorrow—”

“Tomorrow? Jesus, Karen,” I shouted. “Fine, I’ll make it work.”

I was about to ask if Kadee was there to talk to and tell her I would be seeing her tomorrow when Karen, with a curt thank you, hung up.

“Bitch!” I shouted at the console.

Taking a deep breath I let the news sink in. Kadee would be here tomorrow. Regardless of the shitty reasons I would have my daughter for longer than I’d ever had before. There was nothing for it but to embrace the opportunity. This could be an amazing two weeks, though I had only the rest of the day to prepare. I would have to rush.

I pulled the truck away again looking to swing around and head back into town. I had to brake abruptly as a speeding SUV hurtled past horn blaring.

“Damn you Karen, why do you always mess things up!”

Georgie

For once my dreams were coming true. Countless hours working over time selling my online designs, as well as a bittersweet windfall, I’d scraped together enough money and it was finally happening. My very own house! So many sacrifices had been made, so much I’d gone without. Several times I’d had to put that extra pint of ice-cream back, or skip over a fun night out, and I certainly hadn’t had a vacation in years. I’d already seen a vast majority of the world growing up, I didn’t feel like I was missing out too much.

But this was all worth it.

The Victorian styled house in front of me was a little on the plain side, slightly worse for wear, but it was all mine. I leaned against my equally run-down truck and couldn’t help but stare up at the structure. Impatient, I’d left the city and my friend’s couch and driven straight over stopping only momentarily in my new town of Hollow Point for a few supplies, needing to to get settled right away.

There was so much to do. I didn’t even have a bed and would have to rough it for a short while. I didn’t care though; I still couldn’t believe the house was all mine. And I could already imagine myself in the evenings, sitting on the covered front porch, a cup of tea in one hand and a good book in the other.

This was it, this was how my life was meant to be.

Behind me across the road, I turned to see a blue truck pull into the driveway attached to the house opposite. In comparison that house and plot made mine look like a run-down shack. But soon enough I’d have it gleaming and sitting pretty like its counterpart opposite, here at the end of the cul-de-sac.

I smiled and waved to my new neighbor as he left his vehicle. He was broad and dressed in a red and black plaid shirt that seemed to hug his frame with no breathing room to spare. His tight worn jeans left little to the imagination too. Two sizes too small, not that I was complaining about the two perfect buns or thighs that could crack walnuts which were straining the heavy fabric. Perhaps my new future friend didn’t have much luck in the laundry department.

“Hi!” I greeted warmly, and increased the wattage of my smile instinctively as he turned to face me. He was pin-up gorgeous, the type you’d find in those calendars done for charity, each page filled with a half naked fireman or buff soldier. My neighbor had short chestnut brown cropped hair and broody dark eyes, he was pulling a tool bag from the back of the truck. I pictured him as the burly naked handy man of the calendar.