Hadley"Will you be here when I get back?" I ask Trick as I finish doing Riley's hair. It's more elaborate curls than we normally send her off to school with, but for her costume tonight, it's a must. We won't have time to make it work when she gets home from school."I don't know, I have to run and get a part, then I have a friend of mine who called and wants me to go look at this bike he's fixing to buy. It depends on how traffic is and if he and I shoot the shit too long," he grins.Something tells me Trick does things on his own timetable and when he wants to shoot the shit, they talk all day. I wonder how I'm going to get in the apartment, but I don't want to come right out and ask. It seems forward, and I don't want to scare him off. "What does shooting the shit mean?" Riley pipes up from where she's sitting in front of me. "How can you put poo in a gun?"Trick and I look at each other, both trying to contain our laughter. Apparently we both forget when little ears are

HadleyI wasn't exactly prepared for what Trick had in mind when he said it was going to be a bumpy ride. There were many things that ran through my head when I heard those words. What didn't run through my head was him lifting me completely over his shoulders with my back against the wall, spreading my legs with his shoulders, and connecting his mouth to my core."Oh Holy Jesus," I gasp, reaching for something, anything to hang onto. There isn't anything and I do my best not to think about how high up in the air I am. I'm short, he's taller than I ever thought about being, and the only thing holding me here are his hands pressing against my thighs and his mouth against my pussy. If I die, it'll be a hell of a way to go.He pulls his mouth back, grinning up at me. "Relax Hadley, I got this."I've trusted him with a lot of things so far, and he's managed to pass every test. Why not trust him here? Even if I do feel like I'm on display for the whole world to see. "Okay," I tilt m

Hadley"Can Trick help me with my homework tonight?"My kid, she surprises me all the time. In the past few weeks we've been at Trick's apartment, she's become even more attached, but she's never asked him to help with schoolwork."You'll have to ask him," I glance over my shoulder from where I'm doing the dishes. Funny how when I was with my ex-husband housework seemed just that – work. Here, with Trick, I enjoy it. I like the way his dark eyes light up when I've done something he didn't expect me to do. The first night we were here, I changed the sheets on his bed. You would think I gave him a gold coin and told him it was worth a million dollars. He appreciates everything I do, and it means everything to me. "Trick," she kicks her feet where she's sitting at the kitchen table. "Will you help me with my spelling words?"I can tell by the set of his shoulders my big man is trying to get his emotions under control. Riley tears him apart with the simplest of requests, and I k

TrickThursday is seriously my favorite day of the week. It should be my most frustrating because I get very little work done, but the reason I get very little work done is also what makes it my favorite. From the moment Riley and Hadley leave in the morning, I'm watching the clock, waiting for when Hadley gets off work, and then sneaking glimpses to see when she makes it to the shop. My work schedule revolves around it, and I've even said no to jobs if it's going to cut into time with her.I tell myself it's not crazy to want to spend time with her like this. Our moments alone are limited to when Riley's in bed or at school, and when she's at school, we can act like adults. We don't have to worry she may hear us, we can speak candidly and behave inappropriately. These few hours are my most treasured of the week, besides the times Riley asks for me specifically. I would never give up Riley in Hadley's life; I'm aware they come as a packaged deal, but I do appreciate the time alone

TrickI listen as Hadley explains what's happened to the woman on the other end of the phone. As I hear her words, feel the tension in her body, and see the emotions across her face, I get angrier. I wonder how in a time where I'm the happiest I've ever been, I'm also more scared than I've ever been. The emotions switched in the blink of an eye to polar opposites. There's a gnawing in my gut that's forcing me to look at myself and realize a few major truths. Hadley would be better off without me; she could fight this easier if I weren't in her corner. I have to give her the out she needs if she wants it, even though I told her I'd be here no matter what. I don't want to be the reason she loses her child. There's no way I could live with myself or face Riley's sweet face if I were the cause of such pain. When she gets off the phone, her face is red, but she seems more together."We need to head to her office; she's going to file a motion for discovery. She wants to know why, a