Harrison and
Tiffany have a long history of hooking up. Harrison decides he wants
more. Tiffany, a spoiled Southern Belle is embarrassed by a working class
Harrison. After over two years apart Tiffany is missing his touch.
She heads to Charlotte to claim her man.
Harrison is
finally settled in Charlotte. He has a job he loves, his sister close by,
great friends, and an awesome agreement going with Sophia.
Can Sophia ever
want more from Harrison than just sex? Has Harrison fallen in love or
just lust with Sophia?
After all
this time and hurt feelings, is he really meant to be with Tiffany? Can
Harrison manage to let his guard down and find his way back to Tiffany?
Will Tiffany be satisfied with a regular working class mechanic? Or is
their relationship in the past and beyond repair?
The ride to the funeral home is one in
silence. I need to get myself under
control. Pride overtook my self-control
back there. I never should’ve let
Tiffany’s dad rile me like that. That
was not the time, not the place, and certainly not the way I needed to react to
his goading.
We arrive at Tiffany’s condo. Both of us exhausted with the emotions of the
day evident in our somber expressions. I
need to figure out when I’m returning to Charlotte. With Brayden and Maggie away on their
honeymoon, I’m sure Ryder and Jake are drowning in work. I don’t want to leave Tiffany feeling alone,
but my life is in Charlotte now.
“Tiff, do you need anything tonight?” I ask, looking for a general conversation
with her.
“No, Harrison, I don’t need anything.” She whispers.
She’s so broken now, lost almost. Can she handle this loss? Matt always told me she wasn’t as strong as
she seemed. He always said she was
fragile, like glass, and needed to be handled with care. He was always worried that one day she would
be too lost, gone, beyond repair.
As much as I need to return to Charlotte,
now is not the time to drop this bit of news on her. We both escape the silence to change into
more comfortable clothes. In her guest room,
I’m feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. Now in sweats and a t-shirt, I go in search
of her.
As I
approach her bedroom door, I can hear the sounds of her crying. Instead of knocking, I enter. She’s sitting on her bed. She’s wearing yoga pants and a tank top,
holding a stuffed tiger tight to her chest while sobbing into it. Without a word, I sit on her bed, pulling her
into me. We sit there for a while, her
crying, me gently rocking her. Exhaustion
overtaking, I pull us both back onto the bed.
It wasn’t long before we were both soundly sleeping, me on my back,
Tiffany in my arms, draped across my chest, clutching her tighter.
Chelsea Camaron was born
and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern
Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina
day dreaming. Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let
fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was
going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her
own advice. Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from
that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which
just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading
has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in
the works. When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing
with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of
her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any
movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is
still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and,
Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to
embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the
simple things in life and how to always have fun.
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