Room For More
By: Beth Ehemann
Four years ago, my dreams were shattered in an instant.
Three months ago, I found something I haven’t had in years.
That hope came in the form of a sexy, carefree hockey player named Brody Murphy. He swooped in and won me over with his big heart and the way he cared for me…and my girls. When they look at him, they see the father they’ve never had.
Now, my past and present are colliding and the outcome might just be too much for me to bear. Can I make the right decision when I’ve spent my whole life making the wrong ones?
Release date February 20th 2014
My running shoes echoed as they clicked against the cold, tile floor while I walked quickly through the hallway connecting the main building to the emergency room wing. I was so lost in my thoughts about timing and the irony of my life that I didn’t notice the big, wooden door to my right swing open until Zach had grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
“Get the hell off me!” I snapped, jerking my arm free.
He pushed me into the janitorial closet and closed the door behind him, blocking it so I couldn’t leave.
“Was that them?”His face was hard as his piercing blue eyes drilled into mine.
“Was that who?”I responded, irritation dripping from my words.
“Them…the girls…our daughters.”
My eyes widened as I fought the urge to lunge forward and strangle him with my bare hands.“They’re my daughters, not yours.” I spat at him through clenched teeth.
“That was them, wasn’t it?” His voice was gentle.
“No, genius, I was having lunch with some other random 6 year old twins. Get out of my way.”
He crossed his arms across his chest and stood firm. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Why?!?” I yelled incredulously. “I can think of five years worth of reasons, now get out of my way!”
“Kacie, please. I have so much to explain.” He took a step toward me causing me to back up against the shelves of cleaning supplies behind me. “Can we meet up after work today? Just to talk? I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“Coffee? You abandoned us for five years and you want to buy me fucking coffee?” My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might die of a heart attack right there. I grabbed onto the hem at the bottom of my scrubs so that I didn’t instinctively reach out and punch him in his damn mouth.
“I just want to talk to you. Please?” He begged with sad, pathetic eyes.
“Sure, we can talk… in five years!” I rushed past him and pushed the door open. “Eye for an eye, asshole!” I called back before the door closed.
Beth Ehemann's Bio
Beth Ehemann lives in the northern suburbs of Chicago with her 4 children and her husband, who is really just a big kid himself most of the time. She loves reading, writing, photography, martinis and all things Chicago Cubs.