The Contingency Plan (The Lonely Heart Series) by Latrivia Nelson Read Free Book Online Page A

knew, Alex was testing her to see if there were still some feelings there.  Walking over to the microwave beside him, she opened the door and pulled out her mug.
    “Even if Sully wanted me, and I seriously doubt that , all I want in this world is you,” she said, rising up her tip toes to kiss his lips.  “So this conversation is pointless regardless of if he should marry a Kennedy or a crack head.”
    “Is that right?” he asked with a seductive growl.  His brown eyes pierced through her as he licked his lips.  He knew it wasn’t right to goat Charlie, but he just wanted to see for himself if she had truly crossed that threshold bagless or not.  She was about to be his wife.  He had to know that she belonged to him and him only.  Divorce rates were unbelievable in New York and he didn’t want to add to the count.  But she had passed his test…with flying colors.  “You know how much I love you, right?”
    “This much,” she said, putting her thumb and i n dex finger an inch a part with a crooked smile.
    “No,” he whispered, pinching her side.  “This much,” he said, opening his arms for her to come into his embrace.  “And it only grows each and every day.  I just want to make sure that we’re on the same page.”
    Her words sated his alpha intentions.  Wrapping her arms around him, careful not to spill the hot tea, she pushed her body up against his.  “I do believe that I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
    “You are.”  Taking the coffee cup out of her hand, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the room.  “Time to stop thinking about work,” he grun t ed, feeling his body come alive at just the sight of her.
     
     

 
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    The Contingency Plan
    Chapter 3
    Charlene had never put so much thought into tr y ing to look carefree in her life.  She had thought about wearing a suit, thought about caring on with title that she would soon hold, but today was Saturday and she was meeting people who would see straight through any façade. 
    Looking at herself in the full-length mirror of her white-on-white Victorian themed bathroom, she turned to the side and looked at her butt in her new jeans.  It still looked perky… thank God . But what about the rest of her? 
    She stood to the front and put her hands under her breasts.  Perky enough…hopefully. 
    Turning on her lamp, she pushed up further against the countertop and looked at her face.  Did she look as young as she did seven years ago?  Sully didn’t, but he looked even better as an older man, aging like Sean Connery. 
    Pulling at the sides of her eyes, she blinked and wiped the extra liner from the slits.  Everything had to be perfect, not just to impress Dane but also to impress Sully. 
    For some reason, Charlene wanted him to know what he had missed out on.  She wanted him to grovel and possibly beg, just so she could send him back to D.C. hating himself and counting seven years ago as the biggest mistake of his life. 
    It was a tall order. 
    She would admit that, but it was one that she was hoping to fill anyway. 
    The catch, however, was that good old Sully never regretted anything. He always thought his decision through, played out scenarios, contemplated before he acted.  That is what made him the man at the DLC. Sully was pragmatic and strategic. Only just this once, she needed him to regret her. 
    Why?  She wasn’t sure yet.
    Maybe it was because she never got closure or maybe it was because she had spent last night thinking about Alex’s statement.  “Sully was a blue blood.”  She had never seen him that way before, but what if Sully did regard himself in such a way?  What if he never had any intention of ever staying with her?  What if he never truly cared about her?   The questions multiplied by the hour, and with each question came more dead air – no answers, no closure. 
    All she knew is that for the first time in forever, she remembered what it was like to really feel,