by Mary Campisi
“I don’t want to see you again, Shea. It’s too hard.”
“So you’re giving up, just like that?”
“Leave it, okay?”
Her heart swelled with hope. “I can’t, Marcus,” she whispered. “I’m following my dream, just like you told me to. I’m leaving my job, selling my house, and moving to Ogunquit. Do you know why? It’s about second chances and dreams. I want to buy into Music and More, maybe even help you expand it one day.”
He worked his jaw back and forth, his eyes drilling into her with unleashed emotion.
“I’m scared to death, Marcus. But I want music bad enough to fight for it. Every logical bone in my body tells me to run from you. I’m too old for you, you’ll get tired of me, you don’t really know me…” She laid a hand on his arm and continued, “But every piece of my heart says stay.”
When he kissed her, a surge of desire shot through her with such intensity she moaned. “Don’t give up now,” she murmured against his lips, “not when I’m finally starting to believe this can happen.”
Marcus pressed her against his hard body, kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks. “It can happen.” He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and ground his erection between her thighs. When she moaned in his mouth, he pulled away and promised, “It will happen.”
Epilogue
The marriage of Tula Edwina Rae and Earl Edgar Gray took place in the kitchen of The Bird’s Nest on Saturday afternoon at 3:00 p.m. Six guests attended. The bride wore a lime turtleneck and blue jeans, with a cluster of oregano and baby’s breath tied to her braid. The groom chose a royal blue button-down shirt, string tie, and black jeans. The couple wore matching cowboy boots.
The groom gave his bride three Maid-for-You mixers, Sugar N’ Spice, Guacamole Green, and Hot Chocolate, one for love, one for fidelity, and one for honesty.
Upon seeing the bride’s extremely zealous response to these gifts, and their own lady’s delight, the men in attendance, including the Reverend Max Welle, secretly added mixer to their list of must purchases for their lady loves.
The End
Copyright Mary Campisi 2011
Not Your Everyday Housewife is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and situations are all products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to real persons, locales, or events, are purely coincidental.
About the Author
Mary Campisi should have known she’d become a writer when at age thirteen she began changing the endings to all the books she read. It took several years and a number of jobs, including registered nurse, receptionist in a swanky hair salon, accounts payable clerk, and practice manager in an OB/GYN office, for her to rediscover writing. Enter a mouse-less computer, a floppy disk, and a dream large enough to fill a zip drive. The rest of the story lives on in every book she writes.
When she’s not working on her craft or following the lives of five young adult children, Mary’s digging in the dirt with her flowers and herbs, cooking, reading, walking her rescue lab mix, Cooper, or on the prefect day, riding off into the sunset with her very own “hero” husband, on his Electra Glide Classic aka Harley.
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