Monday, August 6, 2012

Temporary Insanity

A collection of mini-stories about Temporary Insanity. 
Starring: A Couple Uniform Cops, The Man of Mystery, etc.. 
Please note that the chapters may not be in a timely order. 
Theme Song of this story: "You Might Think" by the Cars.


Title: Temporary Insanity
Category: Books » Janet Evanovich
Author: Two Guns and a Knife
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Humor/Romance
Published: 10-14-11, Updated: 08-06-12
Chapters: 20, Words: 4,620
Chapter 1: It Wasn't My Fault
It Wasn't My Fault
It wasn't my fault.
I honestly did not plan to do this.
It just...kind of happened on its own.
One minute I was devouring my fourth piece of Pino's pizza, the next second I was suddenly on the other side of the table, holding the man I loved in a death grip and kissing him with all I was worth. "Marry me." I said huskily when we finally broke apart for oxygen. I never took notice of the sudden dead silence around us. I was too busy staring straight into his beautiful dark brown eyes.
"Jesus Christ, Carl," Big Dog croaked.
Chapter 2: A Housewife, alright
A Housewife, Alright
On their wedding night, he gave her a surprise gift. A copy of Cookbook For Dummies and a cute little pink lace apron that she can prance around the kitchen in. "And hopefully with nothing else under it," He whispered in her ear seductively.
"But you know I can't cook!" She protested in dismay.
"Cupcake, I have faith in you." He held her prisoner with his trademark melted chocolate eyes. "You will master cooking in no time at all."
"But..." Her beautiful innocent blue eyes were now full of panic.
"No but, Cupcake," He put his finger sternly on her lips. "My mom will be here everyday to teach you everything from cooking to house cleaning. You'll be a great housewife just like her." He placed a kiss on her soft warm lips. "This is going to be our dream life. We'll make it work. We'll become everybody's dream family!" He held her in his arms and twirled her across the floor. "And we are going to have beautiful babies, a lot of beautiful babies! Grandma Bella will be so happy..."
And thus their life as a newlywed couple came to an abrupt end.
She stood there dazed. Holding in her shaking hands was the treasured birthday gift from her mentor, the mysterious Man in Black: a custom-made black marble Batman cookie jar that weighed more than 20 pounds. Her husband lay dead on the floor. A big pool of blood oozed out from his head. "It wasn't my fault." She murmured.
Three months later, the Housewife from Hell, formerly known as the Bombshell Bounty Hunter, was found not guilty due to temporary insanity.
Chapter 3: Vordo
Vordo
Babies.
Beautiful babies.
A lot of beautiful babies.
With his enchanting midnight dark brown eyes.
With his luscious Mocha Latte skin.
With his dazzling trademark almost smile.
And his silky smooth straight hair...
She moans dreamily.
And starts punching holes in Batman's condoms.
Chapter 4: Bob Misses You
Bob Misses You
Food, plates and cutlery were thrown into the air and scattered everywhere.
People around the table stumbled to their feet as several almost inhuman growls and snarls sounded from the floor.
"Why do you have to ruin my life?" One fierce punch to the nose.
"Why can't you just walk away?" Two vicious slaps to the face.
"Why can't you just leave us alone?" Three intended bone-cracking blows to the stomach were suddenly cut off, as the Man of Mystery snaked his perfectly muscled arms around his bride's waist and pried her off the whimpering cop.
"Stop coming to my parents' for dinner and telling me 'Bob misses you' already!"
Chapter 5: A Traffic Ticket
A Traffic Ticket
She woke up screaming, her eyes wide with fear and tears.
She jumped out of her queen size bed, pulling on the first piece of clothing she found and ran out of her door bare-footed. She was down the stairs and out of her apartment building in a blur. She got in her car and drove like a crazy New Yorker, ignoring all the cursing, horns, screeching brakes and traffic lights.
Before the car fully stopped, she was already out of it and running toward the elevator. The doors of the elevator opened and a man in black SWAT uniform stepped out. She threw herself into his muscled arms and whined like a baby, " I saw you die in my dream!"
He tightened his arms around her violently shaking body and kissed her lovingly. "It's only a dream, Lula baby." Tank said gently.
Chapter 6: The Holes
The Holes
"Babe,"
"No!"
"It's getting late,"
"So what!"
"The pot roast will be dry,"
"I don't care!"
"Your mother will be worried,"
"She's always worried!"
"She made you pineapple upside down cake,"
She put a hand over her watering mouth.
"And chocolate layer cake."
Her eyes went glazed.
"Your sister and her clan will be here too,"
That dragged her back to reality.
"They won't save you any cake."
She unbuckled the seat belt and was out of the car in a blink.
He laughed softly, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and propelled her toward the front door. "Did I mention that you'll have the honour to break the happy news to them?"
"What?"She whined. "You can't do this to me!"
He lovingly placed a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm not the one who punctured the condoms, Babe."
Chapter 7: Boston Creames
Boston Creames
The fight was fascinating. The awestruck onlookers clapped and cheered when "Lady Gaga" had "Poe's Raven" by her wrinkled neck, and shook her like a pitbull with a shrieking rat. The uniform cops arrived and hurried to break the two spitting, hissing grandmas apart. The crowd gave a collective sigh of disappointment and dispersed reluctantly with excited muttering about flying clotheslines and tackles.
The colorful dressed old lady showed her bicep triumphantly as the black-clad loser was dragged away by her police detective grandson. She then went back into the bakery and graciously took the last box of doughnuts from the smiling owner behind the counter.
"Have to get these Boston Creames for my great grand Batbaby."
Chapter 8: Endless Love
Endless Love
She sat up in bed with a start. Her bedside lamp flickered for a few seconds and then went off. The small but tidy room was now full of moonlight. It was so quiet that she could hear her heart throbbing. Suddenly she felt the familiar tingle on the back of her neck. And then she heard three times a faint voice whispering her name. It was the voice of the one she loved. And it was spoken in pain and sorrow.
"I am coming!" She cried and ran out of her room. "Wait for me!"
She threw open the front door and looked into the dark and deserted street.
"Where are you?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The people living along the narrow street let out a collective moan. Somebody had to tell Grandma Bella there was no Edward.
Chapter 9: Just Dance
Just Dance
"It's about time for you two to have a baby."
"Huh?"
"I said, it's about time for you two to have a baby."
The brunette bounty hunter choked on her fifth piece of pineapple upside down cake and was nearly killed by the following coughing fit. She looked up at her mother with teary eyes. "I'm not going back to Morelli this time. We are through. Done. Finito. And I really mean it." She almost fell out of her chair in shock as her mother snorted. Yes, that's right, her well-mannered, perfect Burg housewife of a mother just snorted. And in a very unladylike way, mind you.
"I didn't mean that scum you used to date." Her mother waved a disdainful hand. "I was talking about Ranger."
She gaped at her mother in horror and disbelief. "R..Ranger? You were talking about Ranger?"
"Yes, of course I was talking about you and Ranger." Her mother said matter-of-factly, giving her head a tiny shake as if amazed at her daughter's stupidity. "I'm sure the two of you will produce the most beautiful babies."
Her eyes went glazed as she pictured a beautiful little boy...
with his father's enchanting midnight dark brown eyes,
with his father's luscious Mocha Latte skin,
with his father's dazzling trademark almost smile,
and his father's silky smooth straight hair...
No. don't go there. She gave herself a firm mental slap. "Mother, are you insane? I can't possibly have a child with him! I mean, we're not even sleeping with each other..." And that was exactly the reason why she'd been eating anything with sugar in them like carzy for the past 3.5 months. God, how she wanted to jump on him and tear all those clothes off his perfect body with her teeth and run her tongue along...Get a grip! She slapped her forehead so hard that she almost fainted. "We...I can't. I just can't."
Her mother put her most treasured china tea cup on the table and narrowed her eyes. "Why not?"
"He doesn't do relationship. And I can't do casual." She could feel her face burning. She was over 30 and now here she was, sitting in her parents' dining room, talking about her (lack of) sex life with her mother.
"You had no problem sleeping with that scum, and from what I've witnessed, you two were never committed to each other. If that's not casual, I don't know what that is.
"And as to 'he doesn't do relationship', he's always been around to help you out all these years. He loans you cars, he gives you jobs, and he keeps you safe whenever you're in trouble. I can recognize a relationship when I see one." Her mother reached a hand across the table and held her hand. "You can't expect a man to open his heart to you when you're stuck with another man in an unhealthy relationship. If you really love him, go to him and tell him you love him before it's too late."
"But...but he once told me he wouldn't do stupid things like marriage. Or babies." She whispered.
Again her mother snorted. "It's 21th century, child, it's totally okay to live together without marriage, and a lot of people in Europe don't do marriage and they live just fine. As to babies, maybe he'll change his mind someday. We'll have to wait and see. And don't forget you yourself don't want marriage or children either. Now go to him and come clean with all your feelings for him. Don't let the one true love of your life slip through your fingers."
She kissed her daughter on the cheek and watched her drive away toward the direction of Haywood Street. She went back inside the now empty house and turned on the DVD player in the living room. She then started to dance to Lady Gaga's songs. If everything went well, she would soon have a beautiful caramel-skinned grandchild. Just like the extremely handsome Latino dancers on the screen! She thought happily.
Chapter 10: The Other Man
The Other Man
She sat up in bed with a start. Her bedside lamp fell to the floor and went off. The room she had once shared with her dead husband was now bathed in darkness. It was so quiet that she could hear her heart throbbing. Suddenly she felt the familiar tingle on the back of her neck. And then she heard three times a faint voice whispering her name. It was the voice of the man she still loved but hadn't chosen. And it was spoken in pain and sorrow.
"I am coming!" She cried and ran down the stairs. "Wait for me!"
She threw open the front door and looked into the dark and deserted street.
"Where are you?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The people living along the narrow street let out another collective moan. Somebody had to tell Grandma Bella there was no Jacob, either.
Chapter 11: Alternative Story
Alternative Story
The fleeing man barged into his friend's office, slamming the door shot, dark brown eyes bulging with fear as if a raging, firing dragon was right behind him. "Save me!"
The 6' 1" Mocha Latte male perfection gave out a sigh, stepped out from behind his desk, and gestured his terrified friend to hide under it. He then calmly counted to three and opened the door to his seething Babe.
"I'm gonna kill that rat bastard!" She screamed like a demented banshee.
The Cuban Sex God pulled the love of his life into his arms and held her close to his heart. "Calm down, Babe. Please."
He waited until her heartbeat and breathing rate dropped back to normal and continued. "Stop reading online fan fics in office hours, and please remember, Santos has nothing to do with all those Tart stories."
Chapter 12: Fearless Love
Fearless Love
He gently picks her up and holds her cold, damp, shaking body to his warm, muscular chest. He knows she has no one to turn to and no place to go. He still carries two guns and at least a knife all the time. His life still doesn't lend itself to relationship and commitment like this, and sadly it's exactly what she needs. But he has fallen in love with this white angel and her beautiful blue eyes at first sight, and he can't just walk away from her like last time. So he makes up his mind, against all reason and common sense, to challenge fate.
What he's going to do is dangerous for the both of them, and the consequence may be fatal. But he loves her too much to give up a future with her. So he takes her back to the 7th-floor penthouse apartment and puts her in the big, soft bed. He looks down lovingly at her peaceful sleeping face and swears to do whatever it takes to protect her. And her unborn babies, too. He smiles and places a large, tender hand on her swollen belly, and nearly jumps out of his smooth ebony skin as a thick stash of cash flies out of nowhere and smacks him on the back of his shaved head.
"Take this and go buy a house with a fenced yard and move in with all your cats ASAP." The familiar soft, calm voice of his boss and friend sounds behind him. "This is your last warning. Don't ever hide stray cats in my apartment again when I'm in the wind."
Chapter 13: Breaking Dawn
Breaking Dawn
Her eyes are all sparkling. Her red lips are soft and inviting. Her hair dances in the midnight wind like the waves in deep ocean. She has on only the thin, creamy lace dress. Her bare feet stand out against the rich blood red velvet carpet. All around is still and quiet, not a soul, not a life moving. She shudders in the engulfing darkness, and keeps on waiting. And waiting.
The tall dark handsome man puts one large warm hand over his tired brown eyes. He then looks upward as if praying. He sighs and picks up the thick wool shawl and a pair of satin white shoes from the passenger seat and leaves his SUV. He approaches her slowly and silently, wraps the shawl around her slightly shivering body and sinks down on one knee to put on her shoes gently.
He's one of Trenton's best detectives. But Hell he has absolutely no idea how to tell Grandma Bella she and Edward are not going to have a biracial baby.
Chapter 14: Love Needs A Little Risk
Love Needs A Little Risk
What will any reasonable ordinary woman do under this circumstance? She thinks faintly and sneaks a peek out of the corner of her eyes. Do you surrender to your basic animal instincts? Or do you try your best to uphold your dignity as a self-respecting educated woman? Do you follow your head? Or do you listen to your heart? She feel like suffocated, drowning and dizzy. She knows she really, really wants to do this, but she's too much afraid. What if her impulsive action leads to something she can't handle? Can she live with the possible life-changing consequence? There will be no turning back if she takes this step forward. Is it true that life without risks is not worth living? Well, she guesses there are certain things in life an independent grown-up woman has to find out by herself. So she takes a deep breath, letting her inner cave woman take over.
And jumps Ranger's perfect delicious bones in Joyce Barnhart's closet.
Chapter 15: Inside The Closet
Inside The Closet
She holds her aching head in both hands. Silently and desperately she says another prayer and looks upward pleadingly as if seeking divine intervention. But, alas, all she can see is still the same small hole in the ceiling. 97 friends, neighbors and relatives have already called, and now the phone is unplugged, of course. The news has spread through the whole Burg like wild fire engulfing Bambi's Forest. Right now even death looks more promising and appealing than public humiliation like this. She grabs her half empty bottle of Wild Turkey, gulps down the amber liquid in one long pull, and then finally loses it and rips open the peace and quiet of the neighborhood with a shrill wail.
The people of the street flinch and wince upon hearing the soul-piercing "Why Me?". Yes, they sure feel extremely sorry for poor Angie Morelli. Life has never been easy for her, it seems. She married a notorious cheating drunkard. Her eldest son is just like his father. Her mother-in-law is more than probably a crazy witch. And now all of a sudden the one and only pride and joy of her life, the highly praised police detective Joseph Morelli, is involved in such a scandal. The people of the street sigh and shake their heads with sympathy. No, none of them saw it coming.
One of the two police officers sitting across the table gives the sobbing woman another box of Kleenex inside the interrogation room. The blonde known as the Mafia Barbie blows her nose a couple times before starts talking. Yes, Joe loves to pay her surprise late night visit. 1 or 2 times every two weeks in the past, and 4 or 5 times per week now that Stephanie Plum has finally dumped Joe's sorry ass and moved in with Ranger. Yes, she knew Joe was planning something special because Christmas is coming, but tonight she just lost it and shot Joe in the butt when he jumped out of her bedroom window. It was just too much for her to bear when she came home to find him in her closet with...Terry Gilman bursts out crying so hard that she can barely breathe. The police officers grimace at each other. Yes, they have already heard the rest of the story through the grapevine of the Burg, and have lost their appetite for midnight snacks consequently.
In the ER of the hospital, the doctor looks down at the tall dark movie-star-handsome gunshot patient's hairy white behind with a vampire-like smirk on his face. Oh yes, he's pretty damn sure he's going to really enjoy this graveyard shift. He happens to be the husband of one of the patient's former Cupcakes, you see.
Joe Morelli recognizes his doctor and curses his fate. He then tries all his might to ignore the snickering and snorting from the nurses around him. He closes his eyes and prays that he can somehow find a way to repair his relationship with Terry. He swears to God that he has absolutely no idea what came over him the moment he walked into Terry's spacious closet. It was like all those hot, spicy, sexy nighties, pantyhoses, bras, thongs and high heels were suddenly summoning him like Sirens calling the sailors. And before he knew it, he was already in blood red bra, thong, transparent nighty and 4 inches high heels and face to face with a horror-stricken Terry...
Chapter 16: Think of Me
Think of Me: A Sequel to Love Potion "Excalibur 18"*
Like the shadow of the darkest night he slips inside the church unnoticed and then silently weeps the moment the woman he loves dearly exchanges her vows with the other man in her life. Will she think of him tonight while sleeping in another man's arms? He wonders. Will she think of their stolen kisses? Will she think of their dark alley? Will she think of the moments of passion they shared inside his car, his office, and her closet? He knows this day will be coming. But it's much sooner than he expects. He wipes away another drop of crystal tear as the movie star handsome groom kisses his bride and the guests clap and cheer. With a heavy heart he quietly turns and leaves once again unnoticed. She always wants a house, a dog, and a steady life. But that's what he can never offer. No matter how much he wants to go down the aisle, take hold of her hand, and run away to the end of the world with her, he can't just give up everything his life. Not even for her. Because it will not be good for the both of them. Love makes people do all kinds of craziest things, but temporary insanity is no excuse for being stupid.
Softly he whispers his goodbye to the new Mrs. Joseph Morelli (née Barnhardt) and drives back to his bonds office. Getting sealed inside a block of concrete and sunk to the bottom of a river like the duck he once loved so much by Harry the Hammer, his father-in-law, is definitely not on Vincent Plum's To Do list.
* FF id:7503608
Chapter 17: Be My Valentine
Be My Valentine
Valentine's Day is near. You can smell it in the air. You can feel it in the breeze. You can taste it on the lips of the person you love. And you can most certainly spot it in every single shop and restaurant in the whole Trenton, with the exception of Pino's. For the first time in the authentic Italian pizza place's 42-year history, there will be no Valentine's Day special this year. Why's that? Some innocent, curious souls may want to ask. What's wrong with those cute heart-shaped chocolate banana pizzas with vanilla ice cream on top that you can share bite by bite with your loved one? Or those sweet, romantic strawberry, tropical fruits and fresh cream spaghetti the two of you can share with one fork? You can make a small fortune by selling these on Valentine's Day, you know. And why say no to easy money in today's economy?
Well, the truth is, the 73-year-old owner Filippo "Pino" Luciano surely loves and cherishes every opportunity to earn more money, but unfortunately he has gotten more than a lifetime's share of fluffy, sappy, and romantic atmosphere in the past two weeks. Don't get Pino wrong. His body may be old, but his mind is still young and as open as the clear blue sky. He loves to see love birds of all ages, races and genders enjoy their meals and each other's company in his cozy little restaurant, but, somehow, having to watch two times a day for the last 14 days Carl Costanza and his partner Brad "Big Dog" Clooney share a plate of meatball spaghetti Lady and the Tramp style is just too much for his fragile heart...
Chapter 18: Cupcake
Cupcake...
"Cupcake," He teases.
Her lips thin.
"Cupcake," He breathes.
Her eyebrows lurch.
"Cupcake," He whispers.
Her eyes twitch.
"Cupcake," He purrs.
Terry Gilman draws her Glock 17 and shoots Joe Morelli between his eyes. She stares down at his forever frozen smirking face, pulls out her iPhone and makes arrangements to dump the body. She has told him a thousand times not to call her Cupcake. But the rat bastard never listened. And she's having PMS.
Chapter 19: Cupcakes
Cupcakes
"Cupcake," He teases.
"Cupcake," He breathes.
"Cupcake," He whispers.
"Cupcake," He purrs.
Passion deepens.
Lust grows.
Vinnie Plum and his secret lover Joe Morelli lock eyes. And jump each other.
Chapter 20: Beautiful Man
Beautiful Man
The desperate man presses the knife to her throat. Her misty blue eyes are wide with fear. He will cut her pretty little head off if they don't drop their guns ASAP, he claims. Raindrops keep falling. The night air smells salty and crisp. The men in black remain silent and still. He steadies his hand and takes aim. She bites her lips hard to suppress her sob and gasp.
Drop your guns! The beefy man screams, NOW—
He pulls the trigger and shoots the man, three times, through the brain. The heavy body crumbles to the ground. The knife drops from the suddenly frozen hand. A drop of crimson blood slowly rolls down from the thin cut on her neck. He never misses a target. He never like threats. Fast and efficaciously. That's how he was trained to react. He checks her wound and wraps her in his tight embrace. Nothing a band aid can't fix. He lets out a sigh of relief. She's not in shock. She's trying to look brave. But he knows she's scared to death.
And she had, and still has, trust in him.
He gives out clear and direct commands. His men set to work and make the necessary calls. His black shirt muffles and absorbs her tears. The FTA they've been planning to bring in for weeks—as well her mousy skip—is long gone and nowhere to be seen. His eyes fall to the unmoving dead body. Two and a half million dollars, dead or alive. He feels like wincing and smiling at the same time. Another worthless life effectively deleted from FBI's Most Wanted List. Another dangerous crazy criminal mysteriously attracted to her path.
Soon the Feds and the cops arrive. He gives the details. He answers the questions. Both her tears and panic have ceased. Her arms lock around his waist. Her face remains hidden in his chest. A navy blue Ford SUV screeches to a stop. A smile escapes to his lips. The Italian Stallion, as expected, is here. He hears the excited whispers. He feels the curious gazes. He looks straight into Morelli's famous melted chocolate eyes. He holds her tight and safe in his arms. He doesn't say a word. There's no need for that. The 2 senior FBI agents come over to grin their grins and shake their heads, and accidentally nudge a fuming and somewhat confused Morelli out of their way. They are free to go now, the Feds say. And congrats, the reward on that scumbag's head is 3 millions, not 2.5.
Everyone hears her gasp.
They all know she knows Joe Morelli is right there staring at her back. They all know she has an important decision to make. They all know maybe now it's finally the time for her to choose her life's path. She breathes in his warmth, his scent, and his strength. She knows she will remembers the look in his calm and unrelenting eyes till the day she dies.
"Can we stop on the way home to grab Shorty's pizza... and Rex?" She tightens her hold of his waist and bravely asks.
Babe, He softly says.
And they all know that is a Yes.

Chapter 21: Revenge, Bloody Revenge
Revenge, Bloody Revenge

"This is for what you did in your father's garage!" She yells and punches him in the gut.

"This is for what you did on the damn bakery floor!" A couple mean nasty backhanded slaps redden his stubbed cheek.

"This is for what you did to a naked women in the middle of her shower!" A wicked left hook lands on his jaw.

"This is for 'Bob misses you', 'The boys miss you' and all the shameless lies you told!" She hisses like a King Cobra and knees him in his groin. "And for looking down a woman's shirt to see her breasts by the roadside in broad daylight!"

Joe Morelli rolls in great pain on the floor. People inside Pino's gape and gulp as their pizzas and subs drop onto the tables or plates. They then give a collective gasp and wince and cringe when the little old wizened lady in black kicks her favorite grandson viciously in the ribs like a professional thug.

"And this is for telling me Edward and Jacob are not real!"


Chapter 22: Irresistible
Irresistible

I look into his clear dark brown eyes. I sense the heat radiating off his perfect muscular mouthwatering body. Hundreds of thousands of butterflies dance and soar inside my stomach. He is such a beautiful man. I always, always want to have a taste of his full soft lips. I always, always want to feel his smooth flawless Mocha Latte skin. It's now or never. I can't wait forever. Gather your rosebuds while you may. Life is too short and too precious to live in regrets. Carpe Diem. Live your life. Grasp the chance. Seize the day. The longings within my heart whisper in my ears. I've got only one chance left for true love and happiness. I can no longer ignore the powerful attraction and pretend I don't feel a thing.

My morning doughnut falls from my hand. All of a suddenly I am on the other side of the desk, desperately trying to wrap the man of my dream in my hairy arms and kiss him on the lips. All of a sudden something explodes in my head. I blink slowly in confusion and pain. I find myself lying on the cold hard floor. I taste blood in my mouth. My smashed jaw hurts like Hell. I hear people gasping and snickering all around me inside the police station. I know I may have lost more than a couple teeth.

"Jesus Christ, Joe," Big Dog half croaks, half laughs. "Did you just try to jump Ranger in front of all of us?"


Chapter 23: Batman
Batman

He reacts out of instinct without thinking. He knows what he's capable of doing with his bare hands. He's a perfectly trained and skillful warrior. He used to be a calculating, merciless killing machine owned and operated by his country. He cherishes his personal space. He keeps his privacy. And he never ever likes Joe Morelli. Or that trademark garlic/cheese/beer breath. The half-eaten jelly doughnut drops onto the ground. The hairy Italian flies toward him with pursed lips. Nonchalantly he slashes out a well-timed fist and hits the target. He feels the impact and calmly estimates the damage. Concussion. Broken jaw. And 3 front teeth. He could have killed that idoit had he chosen to. But he was in a fairly good mood and had better things to do. The uniformed cops and detectives double over and laugh themselves silly. He nods at the teary Captain and turns around to leave. His best friend and second-in-command doesn't bother to hide his cat-like grin.

He smiles his barely there smile and starts his Porsche. He's a determined and strong-willed man who controls his own life and runs his own company. He's a smart man who knows just about everything. His son is going to be born at the end of the coming spring. He has found the most beautiful sapphire and diamond ring for Stephanie. He will never forget the shock and surprise in her wide blue eyes when she learned she's carrying his child.

And he has known all along there were holes in his condoms.

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