Choices
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 15
“It has been a nice break from reality,” Melissa muttered closing her bag and taking one last look at her room. She was feeling so frustrated. “Good times are over and now I have to go back to my chains. At least we’ll be able to attend Malcom Powers’ party.”
Mel looked at her sister who was standing at her side. She looked completely dejected.
“Sadly, we have to go back. We have to set things right before they get out of hand. I’ll write a statement in my Twitter account denying the rumors and indicating that I was dealing with a personal matter.”
Lindsey nodded over at her older sister, absentmindedly.
“Linds?”
Reality had hit Lindsey’s stomach like a boulder crashing off a cliff.
“That sounds good, Mel. What do you want to do about Spencer?”
“Do you think he would agree to come to LA with us?”
“No. I don’t think so. Even if he had forgiven you for what you did, and that’s a huge ‘if’, I don’t think Spencer would agree to move to LA.” Lindsey said softly, unable to hide the deep sadness in her words. “Our lifestyle is too different from his. Besides, he’ll never give up his furniture business.”
“I make enough for both of us. He doesn’t need to work.”
“Does she know Spencer at all? He’ll never accept that. He loves building furniture. He loves his work,” Lindsey’s thoughts were screaming in her mind now. She pressed her lips together and took a deep breath.
“You like him.” Mel’s voice had taken on a coolness that made Lindsey shiver. “You like my boyfriend.”
With a shaky laugh that wouldn’t fool anyone, Lindsey replied, “Everybody likes Spence. He has a good heart. Children and dogs love him,”
“But everybody didn’t go on a date with him.” Mel’s eyes were locked on her sister’s. “This is Middletown, Linds. People here are worse than paparazzi. They saw you climb into his truck and head out of town. You lied to me.”
Lindsey’s chest tightened. She was barely able to draw breath enough to defend herself.
“He wanted to talk with me in private. He was disappointed I wasn’t here the other day for dinner.”
“Talk with you? What about?”
“That’s personal. I know the notion might sound strange to you, but I do have a personal life,” Lindsey crossed her arms on her chest and waited with her chin thrust out, daring her sister to disagree.
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