"Bonnie, what are you doing here?"Aimee just stared at the woman in the doorway. Bonnie Asher was beautiful, sultry even, as she stood there smiling at Clint, the swells of her breasts practically an invitation. Her legs were long, pale, and still inviting as she leaned against the doorframe, trying to tempt Clint into whatever made her stop by the condo. How did she even know where he lived? Clint moved in after she abandoned them. He never mentioned having contact with her, but then why would he tell Aimee if he had? She suddenly felt as if she was intruding."What? You didn't miss me? I missed you. And Abigail, of course. Aren't you going to invite the mother of your daughter in?"Aimee watched as Clint took a deep breath, just before he stepped to the side and motioned with a wave of his arm that she could enter. He closed the door behind her, staring at it a moment before turning around and walking back over to the kitchen counter as if he needed a barricade between him and Bonni

They stayed up for another hour, Aimee crying about how she screwed up and Karla doing her best to reassure her. It seemed so different than their behavior toward each other over the previous few days. By the time Aimee forced herself to head to bed, she didn't necessarily feel better, but she didn't feel as hopeless, either. She needed to sleep, however, because of work in the morning. She thought of calling out, but that didn't sit well with her. Not for her poor-pity-me night, anyway. She would work as much as her mind would allow, but she definitely needed at least a couple of hours of sleep.Karla hugged her and even offered to clean up after their binge on ice cream and chips as Aimee trudged off to bed. Aimee thanked her, blew her nose and crawled under the covers. She was too tired to even put her pajamas on after stripping. The sheets were cold against her bare skin as she slid under the thick comforter. She pulled it up, tucking it under her arms as she stared at the ceiling.

Karla finished putting the bottle of vodka away and then wiped the counter from the moisture left behind. Wednesday nights were always popular at Sand Dune as people hoped to score a little hump day booty call. She could feel the energy in the bar as everyone was hyped up and hopeful. She had to admit, she truly enjoyed the gig as bartender. She wasn't sure she would, but it allowed her to keep moving. While Sand Dune had its regulars, the majority of people were either new or not frequent enough to leave a lasting memory, so every night was a new experience with new people to flirt with and tease, two of her favorite hobbies. Her night had a quiet, steady pace to it, so far. Even Paul was in a good mood. He apologized for his behavior the other night and she merely kissed him while caressing his cock through his pants, her twisted way of saying there were no hard feelings. "It's all good," she said when she pulled away. "Just remember no one has a claim to me but me.""Got it." He

"I'm sorry. Where did you say you were located again?"Aimee took a deep breath, trying to rein in her impatience. It was the third time Mr. Robertson had called that month asking for directions so he could attend an appointment he made, but for which he never appeared. She wasn't sure why he kept calling. She gave him the directions, adding that she hoped they would see him this time. As she returned the phone to its cradle, she knew that, once again, he would be a no show."Mr. Robertson again?" Ginny laid a stack of manila envelopes on the counter in front of Aimee's desk. "Third time's a charm, they say.""You really think he'll show up this time?""Not at all, but where would I be if I didn't think positive?""True," Aimee said. However, she was having a hard time being positive. It was now Friday and she had not heard from Clint since their hallway conversation two nights ago. While she told him to take his time, she hadn't really meant it. The lack of communication drove her cra

Aimee knocked on Ginny's door. "Do you have a minute?"Ginny pulled her reading glasses off, folded the file she was studying and waved Aimee into her office. "What's up?"Aimee held up the file in her hand. "The Clint Asher case. What are his chances?""I would say better than fifty percent. Florida is a 50/50 state, so it's hard to get a parent from having custody who wants it, but she did abandon them. She has no job. No family locally. As far as we can tell, she doesn't even have a place to live. That will help his case with a sympathetic judge. I'll be doing more background on her as well as him. Financial. Credit reports. Work history. That type of thing. The usual, really. Why do you ask?""This is the man I've been seeing. I didn't even know he came to you about this."Ginny looked at her with narrowed eyes. "I thought you and your sister were fighting over some mechanic. Where does Clint fit in?"Aimee gave her a quick background of the last two weeks and everything that had t