neck while sliding his hands down her back to her ample bottom. “OK,” Shelby had whispered almost over taken by desire and pleasure when he kissed down her neck. Trying to change the direction of the conversation before she became too aroused, “I just I have just gotten used to saying what other people will say before they can get a chance to say it,” she said breathlessly. Logan stepped back from her and took her hands in his, kissing them softly.
“I guess more men should think about the fact that women that are not a size zero, and under, are not praised or told they are sexy and beautiful in the main stream media or even in their homes in some instances. So saying to a sexy voluptuous woman with curves that will make a grown man sell his house to take her on a date, ‘you are SEXY AS HELL, baby,’ would more than likely go a long way.” Smiling and wrapping her in his arms again, Logan had dipped her and whispered, “Shelby, every inch of this delicious body is sexy as hell to me and I would have you no other way,” before he had kissed her breathless. Shelby had not said anything negative about her body since that day.
Now wrapping her arm s around his waist and kissing him longingly, Shelby whispered, “Well, would you like me to go back across the room and assume the previous position?”
Smacking her on her ass , Logan growled and said, “Don’t play with me, woman. I will give you a work out this rehab facility will never forget.”
They both laughed as Shelby closed up her last bag. She was getting her jacket on when the last person she wanted to see today , or any other day for that matter, Jackson Beasley, walked in.
“Well , I figured if I did not come and make my presence known in your life today, baby girl, I would not get the chance to,” Jackson said to his daughter completely ignoring Logan’s presence in the room. Jackson had once told Shelby when she was a little girl that the mark of a person with class was one that acknowledged everyone from the lowest of beggars to the richest of kings. Shelby thought that was ironic. But there was something else that was making her feel like this was a déjà vu moment; the words he had said “make my presence known in your life.” She had heard those words before from her father. Then it hit her. “Oh my God,” she said stumbling backward away from her father. Logan sprang forward to catch her before she fell. Sitting her down in the oversized reclining chair in her room, tears welled in her eyes and Logan kneeled down in front of her. She could see his lips moving but could not hear what he was saying. There was an ocean going through her head, or at least that is what it sounded like, as she remembered it. She remembered it all. The accident, what had happened in that car with that monster Zach, her and Logan’s baby and her father’s role in all of it. Looking up at the man she had called Father and worshipped and had even placed on a pedestal. She became physically sick, grabbing her mouth like she wanted to vomit. Logan sprang into action grabbing a trash can. Shelby wretched into the trash and while Logan was getting her a towel, Shelby started to scream at her father. “GET OUT! GET OUT NOW! GET OUT!” Shelby screamed so loud and she was making such a fuss that nurses came running into the room. Logan was trying to soothe her but she continued to scream. As Jackson eased his way out of the room, the doctors had no choice but to give Shelby a sedative to calm her down.
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“NO!” Shelby screamed. Waking up from a terrible dream, Shelby looked around trying to get her bearings. Realizing she was no longer at the rehab facility, this place also looked familiar; she was at home in her bedroom. How did she get here?
“Hey there she is. Good Morning , Sunshine, “Logan said from an overstuffed chair in the corner of Shelby’s bedroom.
“Oh thank goodness you woke up. I was starting to think they