General Fiction posted April 27, 2025 | Chapters: |
...11 12 -13- 14... ![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
The press is outside their hotel room door.
A chapter in the book A Serendipitous Meeting
Serendipitous Chapter 6 A
by barbara.wilkey
Background Respect any man who heals a broken woman he didn't break and raises a child he didn't make. |

Tyler and Rebeka met 8 days ago.
Previous Post:
When Tyler said goodnight to Lily and put his phone away, he studied Rebeka and grinned. "I know you're uncomfortable with us sharing a bed, but if you hang off the edge like that, you're going to end up on the floor. Either you move over, or I'm sleeping on the couch. Your choice."
When Rebeka scooted over a little, Tyler said, "Move a little more." She did. "Still more."
She exhaled. "Is this enough?"
"Barely, but I'll accept it. Goodnight."
TODAY'S POST:
Chapter 6 A
Tyler woke up early Friday morning and grinned at Rebeka cuddled beside him. He checked his position on the bed. I'm not the one who moved. He chuckled. I'd better get up before she wakes up and has a meltdown.
He finished in the bathroom and wrote her a quick note. Pretty sure I'll be back with breakfast before she wakes up.
*****
With two hotel breakfasts in his hands, he maneuvered the door and then checked Rebeka. Good, she's still asleep. He set down the plates, sat, and sipped coffee. I'll let her sleep. Maybe I should contact the front desk and request a later checkout.
Before he could finish breakfast and make that call, Rebeka woke up and stretched. Tyler asked, "How'd you sleep?"
"The best sleep I've had in a long while." She noticed her position on the bed. "What happened?"
"I'm not the one who moves while sleeping."
Her cheeks glowed pink. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm not worried about it, so don't be." He held up his stethoscope. "Can I get your blood pressure? We need to decide if we're heading home or staying another day."
"Sure." She held out her arm.
With the blood pressure complete, Tyler grinned. "Not good but the best one for the past couple of days. Maybe cuddling beside me helped."
She grabbed her clothes as she headed toward the bathroom. "I doubt it. It had to be the salmon." As she closed the door, she heard Tyler chuckling, and she said, "You enjoyed that way too much."
"I heard that, Buttercup, and you're right. I did." He paused. "Breakfast is waiting."
A while later, the bathroom door opened, Rebeka folded her pajamas and almost whispered, "The pajamas are really nice, but when we get back to your place can I still wear your T-shirt at night?"
"Of course. You can wear it as long as you want. If you'd like, I can give you more."
"One is enough." She rushed, "I'm ready for breakfast."
What's that about? Maybe it means she's starting to trust me. Tyler grinned to himself and warmed her breakfast in the microwave. He set the breakfast on the table. "Please enjoy. When you're finished, we'll evaluate the situation and decide if we're driving back now or waiting until later."
"What time's checkout?"
"Don't worry about that. We can always request a later one."
Rebeka ate, avoiding eye contact. He watched and finally said, "I thought we agreed last night we were going to be open with each other. I know something's bothering you. Maybe we should talk it out. What's going on?"
She studied the bed.
"You still haven't said anything, but now I know what's bothering you. Yes, you moved beside me. Yes, when I woke up my arm was around you. I can promise nothing happened. Don't let this bother you. It doesn't bother me. It was innocent."
"Maybe it happens all the time for you, but this is a first for me."
"I'm sure that's true, but maybe you can look at it a little differently. There have been a couple of occasions where I've held you to comfort you. Maybe I held you in a reclining position instead of a standing one."
She tilted her head. "That's a pretty big leap."
"A little. It helped lower your blood pressure and today you haven't said anything about cramping. I may have to talk with Heather about prescribing it."
Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"
Tyler chuckled. "If it helps you deliver a healthy baby, I'd do almost anything."
He reached over and touched her hand as he continued, "There are situations where all the medicine in the world won't help but trusting somebody will."
She didn't comment but studied his eyes.
His thumb rubbed the top of her hand. "It's a strong possibility your high blood pressure is influenced by the stress in your life."
She swallowed. "I know."
"After you eat, I'll take your blood pressure, again, and test your sugar. How's the cramping?"
"I haven't had any so far today."
"Great. How about spotting?"
"Very slight."
"We're making progress."
Once Rebeka finished breakfast, she held out her arm. "Blood pressure?"
Tyler held up the stethoscope. "I guess you're ready."
He put the cuff around her arm, and she said, "Thank you for this dress. It's pretty."
"I hoped you'd like the color. I thought it would look nice on you." He paused. "I'm pretty sure this is a topic that's not discussed in mixed company, but it has access for nursing."
She avoided eye contact. "It is and it does." After he chuckled, she said, "Do you enjoy embarrassing me?"
"Not really, but your reactions are priceless. I do enjoy them." A few moments later, he removed the blood pressure cuff. "Not good but better than most." He held up the lance. "A finger please."
"What happens when I run out of fingers?"
Tyler winked. "We'll worry about that when it happens." He checked the reading. "Again, not good, but better than most." He studied her for a few moments. "Want to go home?" He grinned. "Well, back to my place. It is okay if I call it home?"
She nodded with a slight smile and almost whispered, "Yes."
"Before we leave you need to promise if you start cramping or the spotting gets heavier, you'll tell me." Tyler's eyes met hers. "Promise?" When she nodded, he said, "I need to hear you say it."
"I promise."
*****
Tyler opened the hotel room door for Rebeka. "No!" She backed away as people shouted questions and cameras flashed.
Tyler closed and locked the door. "I have no idea how they found us. Have a seat. I'll talk with them and try to get them to leave."
Once Rebeka was comfortable, Tyler opened the door. "I'm not sure what you're doing, but there's no story. I'll meet you outside Longhorn Creek's courthouse at," he glanced at his watch; "four o'clock and I'll answer your questions. This is a one-time offer, and you'll have to agree to leave this area now and leave us alone after the press conference."
The reporters moved away, and Tyler went back into the room. Rebeka studied him for a few moments. "What did you do?"
"I'm hoping this will get them to leave. You don't need stress. Maybe after I answer some questions, they won't bother you again."
*****
Tyler held the bags. "I'll take these to the car, move the car closer, and check us out. Don't open the door for anybody except me. I'll text you when I'm at the door."
Rebeka nodded. "I hope you're right about leaving us alone. Do you have a plan?"
"Not yet." Tyler glanced at his phone. "I have about seven hours to think of one." He opened the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
*****
Forty-five minutes into the silent drive, Tyler's phone rang. He clicked the accept button on the steering wheel for the hands-free call. Roger's voice was heard, "Buddy, what were you thinking when you agreed to do this news conference?"
"How'd you hear about it?"
"It's all-over social media. Amber saw it. It's going to be recorded and aired on tonight's news. It's billed as 'Most eligible bachelor and the queen of romance have baby together.' Or something like that. I might not have the exact words."
Tyler glanced at Rebeka and saw tears trickling down her cheeks. "This isn't good. I'm hoping once they realize there isn't a story, they'll leave Beka alone." He exhaled. "I need your help. I'll call once we're home. We need a strategy." They hung up.
Tyler reached over and touched Rebeka's hand. "I'm sorry. My intention was for them to leave you alone."
Rebeka nodded but remained silent.
A few minutes later, Tyler glanced at Rebeka and noticed her rubbing her stomach. "You're cramping again, aren't you?" When she avoided eye contact, he sighed. "I already know the answer. As soon as I find a place to pull off, I will. Maybe walking around and stretching will help."
He pulled into a gas station, walked around, and opened the passenger door. She accepted his offered hand to help her out. As Rebeka stood, Tyler drew her into a hug. His right hand held her head while his left hand caressed her back. He started to kiss her forehead but stopped. She might take that as improper.
As the hug lingered, Rebeka put her arms around Tyler. He felt her relax, before he said, "While you walk around, I'll get gas, then take your blood pressure. After that we'll find a place to eat." He handed her his bank card. "Get yourself something to drink and anything else you might want." He grabbed some paper from the glovebox and wrote some numbers. "My pin number. I could use a black coffee."
Rebeka held up the bank card. "Are you sure about this?"
"If I expect you to trust me, I need to trust you. First of next week, I'll get you your own card."
"With Roger's help, I'll have my own money. I'm not destitute."
"I understand, but until then, you shouldn't have to ask for everything."
Inside the gas station, Rebeka bought Tyler's coffee, a bottle of water, and Lily a cute little stuffed goat. She put the goat inside her purse.
At the SUV, Tyler asked, "How's the cramping?"
"A little better."
He took a sip of the coffee. "Thank you. How about the spotting?"
"About the same."
"All right. Any thoughts on lunch?"
"I'm fine right now, if you are." When he nodded, Rebeka continued, "Why don't we continue? If we get hungry, then we can stop."
"I'll agree to that, but only if you agree to communicate your needs." He studied her eyes. "I don't want to guess."
She gave him a partial smile. "Deal."
"We're making progress." He opened the SUV door for her. "Let's hit the road."
About an hour later, Rebeka checked the car's clock. Tyler noticed. "You hungry?"
"A little, but we'll be home in about an hour. I can wait."
"I'm sure you can but because of your sugar level issues you need to eat at regular intervals and it's almost a half an hour late. We'll stop as soon as we find a place. What do you feel like?"
"I don't know. Anything you chose will be fine."
"Is this because I'm paying? If you were paying, what would you choose?"
Rebeka stared at him. "Really?"
"I'm serious. What would you get for yourself?" She was silent, so he said, "I'm waiting."
After passing a semitruck, Tyler glanced at her. "Have you decided?"
"Probably a grilled chicken salad."
"Thank you. I appreciate the input." He hesitated. "You need to speak up for yourself. That wasn't hard, was it?" When she didn't answer, he continued, "You can practice on me while you're living with me."
"I'll consider it."
Tyler chuckled. After reading the next billboard, he said, "Looks like there's a place at the next exit. We'll get off there."
*****
On the outskirts of Longhorn Creek, Tyler said, "I have a little less than three hours to decide what I'm going to say to the reporters. I hope Roger has some suggestions."
Rebeka didn't comment.
Tyler parked Elizabeth's SUV in the garage and opened the door for Rebeka. "I hope you're ready for Aunt Beth's way too many questions."
Inside the house Elizabeth hurried to them and hugged Rebeka. "I'm glad you're back. I was worried." She then hugged Tyler. "I hope you behaved yourself."
"Aunt Beth, I did the best I could under the circumstances. We'll discuss it later. Right now, I need to call Roger."
"Ty, what did you do?"
"We'll talk later."
Elizabeth took Rebeka's hand. "Let's have a cup of tea and you can fill me in on what my nephew did. I hope he didn't make the situation worse."
Rebeka explained her father's comments about her pregnancy, Tyler and her father's argument, and ended with the reporters.
"I can understand Ty's anger with your father." Elizabeth took a sip of tea. "I'm sure it didn't help the situation."
"I'm pretty sure nothing would've helped. Tyler only stood up for me."
"That he did. I understand why you needed to rest yesterday."
"The cramping was really bad."
"Is it better today?"
Rebeka nodded. "It is." She turned her head when she heard Tyler's elevated voice. "That doesn't sound good."
"You're right," said Elizabeth. "What time does he need to leave for this press conference?"
"It's supposed to start at four."
"Are you going?" asked Elizabeth.
"Ty's doing it himself."
"Good. I think it's best you remain here. Ty can handle it."
More loud words came from the den. "Are you sure?" asked Rebeka.
"I'm sure."
Rebeka stood. "I'm going to my room."
"Probably a good idea."
~~~~~
Rebeka Miller - our heroine, she's twenty -two, a romance award winning author, extremely old fashioned
Dr. Tyler Butler - 'Ty' an ER doctor, raising his niece, Lily.
Richard Stuart - Rebeka's agent and rich spoilt brat, a not nice person
Amber Wilson - Rebeka's personal assistant and best friend
Peter Dawson - Tyler's friend and part-time ranch hand
Elizabeth - 'Aunt Beth', helping raise Lily and helped raise Tyler after parents died
Christina - Elizabeth's close friend
Lily - 'Missy', Tyler's niece, 5 years old
Lori - Tyler's deceased sister and mother of Lily
Zeke - Golden Retriever mix, family dog
Roger Whitmore - a lawyer and Tyler's best friend
Dr. Heather Sharp - OB/GYN and Tyler's childhood friend
Ruth and Elijah Miller - Rebeka's parents
Previous Post:
When Tyler said goodnight to Lily and put his phone away, he studied Rebeka and grinned. "I know you're uncomfortable with us sharing a bed, but if you hang off the edge like that, you're going to end up on the floor. Either you move over, or I'm sleeping on the couch. Your choice."
When Rebeka scooted over a little, Tyler said, "Move a little more." She did. "Still more."
She exhaled. "Is this enough?"
"Barely, but I'll accept it. Goodnight."
TODAY'S POST:
Chapter 6 A
Tyler woke up early Friday morning and grinned at Rebeka cuddled beside him. He checked his position on the bed. I'm not the one who moved. He chuckled. I'd better get up before she wakes up and has a meltdown.
He finished in the bathroom and wrote her a quick note. Pretty sure I'll be back with breakfast before she wakes up.
*****
With two hotel breakfasts in his hands, he maneuvered the door and then checked Rebeka. Good, she's still asleep. He set down the plates, sat, and sipped coffee. I'll let her sleep. Maybe I should contact the front desk and request a later checkout.
Before he could finish breakfast and make that call, Rebeka woke up and stretched. Tyler asked, "How'd you sleep?"
"The best sleep I've had in a long while." She noticed her position on the bed. "What happened?"
"I'm not the one who moves while sleeping."
Her cheeks glowed pink. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm not worried about it, so don't be." He held up his stethoscope. "Can I get your blood pressure? We need to decide if we're heading home or staying another day."
"Sure." She held out her arm.
With the blood pressure complete, Tyler grinned. "Not good but the best one for the past couple of days. Maybe cuddling beside me helped."
She grabbed her clothes as she headed toward the bathroom. "I doubt it. It had to be the salmon." As she closed the door, she heard Tyler chuckling, and she said, "You enjoyed that way too much."
"I heard that, Buttercup, and you're right. I did." He paused. "Breakfast is waiting."
A while later, the bathroom door opened, Rebeka folded her pajamas and almost whispered, "The pajamas are really nice, but when we get back to your place can I still wear your T-shirt at night?"
"Of course. You can wear it as long as you want. If you'd like, I can give you more."
"One is enough." She rushed, "I'm ready for breakfast."
What's that about? Maybe it means she's starting to trust me. Tyler grinned to himself and warmed her breakfast in the microwave. He set the breakfast on the table. "Please enjoy. When you're finished, we'll evaluate the situation and decide if we're driving back now or waiting until later."
"What time's checkout?"
"Don't worry about that. We can always request a later one."
Rebeka ate, avoiding eye contact. He watched and finally said, "I thought we agreed last night we were going to be open with each other. I know something's bothering you. Maybe we should talk it out. What's going on?"
She studied the bed.
"You still haven't said anything, but now I know what's bothering you. Yes, you moved beside me. Yes, when I woke up my arm was around you. I can promise nothing happened. Don't let this bother you. It doesn't bother me. It was innocent."
"Maybe it happens all the time for you, but this is a first for me."
"I'm sure that's true, but maybe you can look at it a little differently. There have been a couple of occasions where I've held you to comfort you. Maybe I held you in a reclining position instead of a standing one."
She tilted her head. "That's a pretty big leap."
"A little. It helped lower your blood pressure and today you haven't said anything about cramping. I may have to talk with Heather about prescribing it."
Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"
Tyler chuckled. "If it helps you deliver a healthy baby, I'd do almost anything."
He reached over and touched her hand as he continued, "There are situations where all the medicine in the world won't help but trusting somebody will."
She didn't comment but studied his eyes.
His thumb rubbed the top of her hand. "It's a strong possibility your high blood pressure is influenced by the stress in your life."
She swallowed. "I know."
"After you eat, I'll take your blood pressure, again, and test your sugar. How's the cramping?"
"I haven't had any so far today."
"Great. How about spotting?"
"Very slight."
"We're making progress."
Once Rebeka finished breakfast, she held out her arm. "Blood pressure?"
Tyler held up the stethoscope. "I guess you're ready."
He put the cuff around her arm, and she said, "Thank you for this dress. It's pretty."
"I hoped you'd like the color. I thought it would look nice on you." He paused. "I'm pretty sure this is a topic that's not discussed in mixed company, but it has access for nursing."
She avoided eye contact. "It is and it does." After he chuckled, she said, "Do you enjoy embarrassing me?"
"Not really, but your reactions are priceless. I do enjoy them." A few moments later, he removed the blood pressure cuff. "Not good but better than most." He held up the lance. "A finger please."
"What happens when I run out of fingers?"
Tyler winked. "We'll worry about that when it happens." He checked the reading. "Again, not good, but better than most." He studied her for a few moments. "Want to go home?" He grinned. "Well, back to my place. It is okay if I call it home?"
She nodded with a slight smile and almost whispered, "Yes."
"Before we leave you need to promise if you start cramping or the spotting gets heavier, you'll tell me." Tyler's eyes met hers. "Promise?" When she nodded, he said, "I need to hear you say it."
"I promise."
*****
Tyler opened the hotel room door for Rebeka. "No!" She backed away as people shouted questions and cameras flashed.
Tyler closed and locked the door. "I have no idea how they found us. Have a seat. I'll talk with them and try to get them to leave."
Once Rebeka was comfortable, Tyler opened the door. "I'm not sure what you're doing, but there's no story. I'll meet you outside Longhorn Creek's courthouse at," he glanced at his watch; "four o'clock and I'll answer your questions. This is a one-time offer, and you'll have to agree to leave this area now and leave us alone after the press conference."
The reporters moved away, and Tyler went back into the room. Rebeka studied him for a few moments. "What did you do?"
"I'm hoping this will get them to leave. You don't need stress. Maybe after I answer some questions, they won't bother you again."
*****
Tyler held the bags. "I'll take these to the car, move the car closer, and check us out. Don't open the door for anybody except me. I'll text you when I'm at the door."
Rebeka nodded. "I hope you're right about leaving us alone. Do you have a plan?"
"Not yet." Tyler glanced at his phone. "I have about seven hours to think of one." He opened the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
*****
Forty-five minutes into the silent drive, Tyler's phone rang. He clicked the accept button on the steering wheel for the hands-free call. Roger's voice was heard, "Buddy, what were you thinking when you agreed to do this news conference?"
"How'd you hear about it?"
"It's all-over social media. Amber saw it. It's going to be recorded and aired on tonight's news. It's billed as 'Most eligible bachelor and the queen of romance have baby together.' Or something like that. I might not have the exact words."
Tyler glanced at Rebeka and saw tears trickling down her cheeks. "This isn't good. I'm hoping once they realize there isn't a story, they'll leave Beka alone." He exhaled. "I need your help. I'll call once we're home. We need a strategy." They hung up.
Tyler reached over and touched Rebeka's hand. "I'm sorry. My intention was for them to leave you alone."
Rebeka nodded but remained silent.
A few minutes later, Tyler glanced at Rebeka and noticed her rubbing her stomach. "You're cramping again, aren't you?" When she avoided eye contact, he sighed. "I already know the answer. As soon as I find a place to pull off, I will. Maybe walking around and stretching will help."
He pulled into a gas station, walked around, and opened the passenger door. She accepted his offered hand to help her out. As Rebeka stood, Tyler drew her into a hug. His right hand held her head while his left hand caressed her back. He started to kiss her forehead but stopped. She might take that as improper.
As the hug lingered, Rebeka put her arms around Tyler. He felt her relax, before he said, "While you walk around, I'll get gas, then take your blood pressure. After that we'll find a place to eat." He handed her his bank card. "Get yourself something to drink and anything else you might want." He grabbed some paper from the glovebox and wrote some numbers. "My pin number. I could use a black coffee."
Rebeka held up the bank card. "Are you sure about this?"
"If I expect you to trust me, I need to trust you. First of next week, I'll get you your own card."
"With Roger's help, I'll have my own money. I'm not destitute."
"I understand, but until then, you shouldn't have to ask for everything."
Inside the gas station, Rebeka bought Tyler's coffee, a bottle of water, and Lily a cute little stuffed goat. She put the goat inside her purse.
At the SUV, Tyler asked, "How's the cramping?"
"A little better."
He took a sip of the coffee. "Thank you. How about the spotting?"
"About the same."
"All right. Any thoughts on lunch?"
"I'm fine right now, if you are." When he nodded, Rebeka continued, "Why don't we continue? If we get hungry, then we can stop."
"I'll agree to that, but only if you agree to communicate your needs." He studied her eyes. "I don't want to guess."
She gave him a partial smile. "Deal."
"We're making progress." He opened the SUV door for her. "Let's hit the road."
About an hour later, Rebeka checked the car's clock. Tyler noticed. "You hungry?"
"A little, but we'll be home in about an hour. I can wait."
"I'm sure you can but because of your sugar level issues you need to eat at regular intervals and it's almost a half an hour late. We'll stop as soon as we find a place. What do you feel like?"
"I don't know. Anything you chose will be fine."
"Is this because I'm paying? If you were paying, what would you choose?"
Rebeka stared at him. "Really?"
"I'm serious. What would you get for yourself?" She was silent, so he said, "I'm waiting."
After passing a semitruck, Tyler glanced at her. "Have you decided?"
"Probably a grilled chicken salad."
"Thank you. I appreciate the input." He hesitated. "You need to speak up for yourself. That wasn't hard, was it?" When she didn't answer, he continued, "You can practice on me while you're living with me."
"I'll consider it."
Tyler chuckled. After reading the next billboard, he said, "Looks like there's a place at the next exit. We'll get off there."
*****
On the outskirts of Longhorn Creek, Tyler said, "I have a little less than three hours to decide what I'm going to say to the reporters. I hope Roger has some suggestions."
Rebeka didn't comment.
Tyler parked Elizabeth's SUV in the garage and opened the door for Rebeka. "I hope you're ready for Aunt Beth's way too many questions."
Inside the house Elizabeth hurried to them and hugged Rebeka. "I'm glad you're back. I was worried." She then hugged Tyler. "I hope you behaved yourself."
"Aunt Beth, I did the best I could under the circumstances. We'll discuss it later. Right now, I need to call Roger."
"Ty, what did you do?"
"We'll talk later."
Elizabeth took Rebeka's hand. "Let's have a cup of tea and you can fill me in on what my nephew did. I hope he didn't make the situation worse."
Rebeka explained her father's comments about her pregnancy, Tyler and her father's argument, and ended with the reporters.
"I can understand Ty's anger with your father." Elizabeth took a sip of tea. "I'm sure it didn't help the situation."
"I'm pretty sure nothing would've helped. Tyler only stood up for me."
"That he did. I understand why you needed to rest yesterday."
"The cramping was really bad."
"Is it better today?"
Rebeka nodded. "It is." She turned her head when she heard Tyler's elevated voice. "That doesn't sound good."
"You're right," said Elizabeth. "What time does he need to leave for this press conference?"
"It's supposed to start at four."
"Are you going?" asked Elizabeth.
"Ty's doing it himself."
"Good. I think it's best you remain here. Ty can handle it."
More loud words came from the den. "Are you sure?" asked Rebeka.
"I'm sure."
Rebeka stood. "I'm going to my room."
"Probably a good idea."
~~~~~
Rebeka Miller - our heroine, she's twenty -two, a romance award winning author, extremely old fashioned
Dr. Tyler Butler - 'Ty' an ER doctor, raising his niece, Lily.
Richard Stuart - Rebeka's agent and rich spoilt brat, a not nice person
Amber Wilson - Rebeka's personal assistant and best friend
Peter Dawson - Tyler's friend and part-time ranch hand
Elizabeth - 'Aunt Beth', helping raise Lily and helped raise Tyler after parents died
Christina - Elizabeth's close friend
Lily - 'Missy', Tyler's niece, 5 years old
Lori - Tyler's deceased sister and mother of Lily
Zeke - Golden Retriever mix, family dog
Roger Whitmore - a lawyer and Tyler's best friend
Dr. Heather Sharp - OB/GYN and Tyler's childhood friend
Ruth and Elijah Miller - Rebeka's parents
![]() Recognized |
Thank you, FanStory for a created image of a goat. I wanted a Beanie Baby goat like the one Rebeka bought Lily, but this little guy is so cute. I just had to use him.
Chapter 6 is another long chapter, and so I'm posting it in two different parts. This is part one. It has a little over 2100 words. I played around this the length of this post. No matter how I did it either this post or next weeks was going to be longer than normal. I decided this was the best place to split the chapter. I'm posting it even higher than I normally do so you'll be rewarded for reading.
I had hoped to write that this time I had not make any changes. Not such luck. I hope I didn't make it worse. Thank you for taking your time to read and write a review.
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. Chapter 6 is another long chapter, and so I'm posting it in two different parts. This is part one. It has a little over 2100 words. I played around this the length of this post. No matter how I did it either this post or next weeks was going to be longer than normal. I decided this was the best place to split the chapter. I'm posting it even higher than I normally do so you'll be rewarded for reading.
I had hoped to write that this time I had not make any changes. Not such luck. I hope I didn't make it worse. Thank you for taking your time to read and write a review.






You need to login or register to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.
© Copyright 2025. barbara.wilkey All rights reserved.
barbara.wilkey has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.