Tempest Relief: Chapter Two (standard:drama, 2502 words) [3/4] show all parts
Author: Ari Walker	Added: Nov 05 2001	Views/Reads: 2757/2004	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
okay, so i suck at this part! supposed to advertise the story here, huh? ok. it\'s about greed, betrayal, hate... love, forgiveness and acceptance. life! drama!

TWO 

Zachary O'Reilly leaned over his wife of two years and shook her gently.
He hated to wake her, she looked so beautiful and peaceful when she 
slept, her black hair a silk curtain across her cheek. And since Aaron 
had been born three months ago, she hadn't been sleeping very much. But 
Lorelei had insisted he wake her. 

"C'mon, baby," he whispered in her ear. She moaned and arched her back,
her tilted aqua-green eyes opening slowly. When she saw him, her lips 
parted and she smiled. 

"Again?" she asked, reaching up and wrapping her long slender arms
around his neck. 

"Oh brother," Lori said loudly. Cody jumped away from her husband
guiltily and Zach grinned. 

"Later," he whispered in her ear. 

She looked at him and nodded, a flush staining her cheeks. 

"What is it?" Cody asked, sitting up, pulling the silk sheet with her.
Lori stepped in the room and handed Cody her lace nightgown, which was 
lying beside the balcony door. Cody took the nightgown, then pulled the 
sheets up higher and wiggled into the gown. 

"One of our guests is passed out in Art's arms," Lori announced. 

Cody jumped out of bed, the lace gown falling down around her ankles. 

"Oh no! Not Mrs. Edwards?" 

"No, a Ms. Spencer? The one who checked into the honeymoon suite by
herself? She was also at old man Ayala's funeral this morning, and 
crying to boot. Dunno what her story is, but she's got one," Lori 
tilted her head. "Mak and I think maybe she's the old man's mistress, 
you know? Like, he must have had ladies on the side." 

"We all have our stories, Lori. Don't be nosy," Cody chastised her
16-year-old sister gently, tying her long bathrobe closed and stepping 
out of the bedroom. 

"Where are they?" she whispered. 

"On the first floor," Lori whispered back. The house they lived in was a
tall narrow house that had been in the family for years. Her 
grandmother had turned the house into a Bed and Breakfast almost 
fifteen years ago. 

The sister's made their way down the two flights of stairs to the first
floor, where Art was sitting comfortably on the fat sofa, the woman in 
his lap, her face resting against his chest. He looked completely 
content to hold her forever, and Cody hesitated, feeling like an 
intruder. 

"It's easy to get cozy with an unconscious woman," Lori said dryly.
"It's the other one's that'll kick you in the butt." 

Art looked up and chuckled softly, running a hand through the
unconscious woman's hair. 

"Can't disagree there, goddess," he said, looking back down at the woman
in his arms. 

"What happened?" Cody asked, stepping forward and putting a hand on
Jade's cheek, which had gone pale and cold. 

"You suppose she's my sleeping beauty and I need to kiss her?" Art
pondered hopefully, looking at some of the prettiest lips he had seen 
in a long time. 

Lori snorted, crossing her arms across her chest and raising one
eyebrow, a look everyone in her family had perfected as infants. Cody 
simply looked at him, her blue-green eyes questioning. 


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