Chelsea Constantine has no illusions about her relationship with football great Isaac Charbonnet. He would never accept the love she needed to give. With her toughest courtroom case approaching, a devilishly handsome defense attorney breathing down her cleavage, problems with the family business, and a rash of anonymous threats, her nights become a series of fitful dreams.
Watching the bold moves of Chelsea’s courtroom opponent, Isaac realizes the depth of his love for her. After she is kidnapped, he prays for a second chance.
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 62,599
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, October 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
“You were a real wildcat this morning.” Isaac whispered when she finally awakened in the early afternoon. “Did you miss me that much?”
“That, and your little prelude in the parking lot last night. Don’t do that again.”
“Maybe I shouldn't. You wore me out. I’ve got a game tomorrow.” She frowned. “So that’s it?”
“No way,” Isaac answered, kissing her deeply. “You’re a lot of woman to come home to, and I’m a lucky man. Sweetness was named after you, baby.”
“Keep that up and I’ll—”
“No, no, no!” He feigned a frown. “I do have a lot more for you, but I need nourishment. Whose turn is it to make breakfast?” When he was in town, he spent most of his time at her place and they took turns preparing meals. Mornings were breakfast in bed.
“I think it’s yours, but after wearing you out, I’ll make the pancakes.” She started to get up and he grabbed her from behind. “Let me feel you next to me a little while longer. I can’t get enough of you, and I’m not just talking about sex. I hate being away so long. I know you’re a busy lady, but a lot of my games are on weekends. Why haven’t you been to any of my road games?”
“Because you never asked.” Having imagined wild times on the road, she was shocked that he finally did. She had wanted to question him, but thought it would be too complicated to try and shape her schedule around his games. I shouldn’t read anything into his invitation. Skip’s rap on the door halted their conversation.
“I’ve got breakfast downstairs if anyone’s interested.”
“Coming!” She hugged Isaac. “I’ll forego breakfast in bed if someone else is providing the meal.”
They took a quick shower together and went downstairs. Isaac gave Dee a quizzical frown.
“Hey. Didn’t know you were here.” He sat across from Chelsea and heaped his plate with sliced ham, eggs and toast.
“Thanks, man. How did you know I was damn near starved?”
“Because you’re always damn near starved,” Skip answered. “Besides, after nearly firing my gun into your head, it’s the least I could do.”
Both Isaac and Chelsea stopped and stared. “What are you talking about?”
“I heard you come in around five this morning. Remembering your practice time, I didn’t expect you to get here until much later. I got my gun and went downstairs. Luckily I saw your jersey just before I aimed at your head.” Chelsea swallowed hard. “Man, I got here around seven this morning, and I wasn’t wearing a jersey. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So that wasn’t you?” Skip’s eyes bucked. “Shit! Did you see or hear anything, Chelsea?”
She shook her head and hoped Skip would read “please shut up” on her face.
“So you’re saying someone else was in here last night? This morning? Call the cops.”
Dee stopped eating. “I heard the noise before Skip did. That front door squeaks. Whoever it was came in the front door.”
“He was going to the hallway when I saw him, so I guess he left the same way he came,” Skip said.
“Nobody broke in. The door was locked when I got here. How many dudes have keys to your place?”
Isaac’s face was laced with concern and maybe anger. “Let’s just drop this, okay?”
“Hell no!” Skip grabbed his cell. “I’m calling David.”
“Skip, let it go. I’d rather not get into this now.” Chelsea had planned to tell Isaac but not this way. Isaac stood over her. “You mean David, the cop? Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?”
“Don’t look at me,” Dee answered. “I don’t know shit, but I’m starting to get pretty damn scared. Skip?”
“Tell them, Chelsea, or would you rather have Isaac think you’ve got a handful of keys floating around out there?” When she didn’t answer, his voice raised several octaves. “You’re treating this like a joke and it’s not. Tell them, or I—”
“What I would rather is that Isaac not make stupid assumptions, and you keep you damn mouth closed. He has a game tomorrow. I don’t want him worrying about this crap, and I can’t chance breaching my sworn—”
“Damn that!” Skip exploded while Dee looked on in wonder. “I respect your position, but right now I’m more concerned about your safety. Your life. I’m calling the cops, so you might as well tell them what’s going on.”
Isaac grabbed her shoulders. “What the hell is this all about, Chelsea? If you’re in trouble, I think I have a right to know.”
“Nothing.” She threw her napkin in the plate. “I’m prosecuting Curtis Hamilton. I found a threatening note on my car, someone let the air out of my tires, and I’ve had hang-ups and verbal threats at work. More than usual, and more than any of the other DADA’s. My boss thinks someone is trying to send me a message. You’ve met David. He’s been assigned to…I guess look after me. I don’t think it’s that serious. A colleague could have left that note on my windshield. I’m sure some of them expected to get this case. In fact, when the first calls came, I suspected a colleague. It could just be jealousy.”
“Damn!” Dee’s eyes widened. “This has been going on and you didn’t tell anyone?”