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Three months later . . .
The bottom step was rotten. I needed to put fixing that on my priority list. One of the kids was going to run down them and end up with a twisted ankle—or worse, a broken leg—if I ignored it. Stepping over it, I walked the rest of the way up the steps to my mother’s trailer.
It had been a week since I’d stopped by and checked on things. Mom’s latest boyfriend had been drunk, and I’d ended up taking a swing at him when he’d called my seven-year-old sister, Daisy, a chickenshit for spilling her glass of orange juice. I’d busted his lip. Mom had screamed at me and told me to get out. I figured a week was enough time for her to get over it.
The screen door swung open, and a big gap-toothed smile greeted me.
“Preston’s here!” Brent, my eight-year-old brother, called out before wrapping his arms around my legs.
“Hey, bud, what’s up?” I asked, unable to return the hug. My arms were full of groceries for the week.
“He brought food,” Jimmy, my eleven-year-old brother, announced, and stepped outside and reached for one of the bags I was carrying.
“I got these. There’s more in the Jeep. Go get ’em, but watch that bottom step. It’s about to go. I gotta fix it.”
Jimmy nodded and hurried off toward the Jeep.
“Did you get me dose Fwooty Pebbles I wyke?” Daisy asked as I stepped into the living room. Daisy was developmentally delayed in her speech. I blamed my mother’s lack of caring.
“Yep, Daisy May, I got you two boxes,” I assured her, and walked across the worn, faded blue carpet to set the bags down on the kitchen counter. The place reeked of cigarette smoke and nasty.
“Momma?” I called out. I knew she was here. The old beat-up Chevelle she drove was in the yard. I wasn’t going to let her avoid me. The rent was due. I needed any other bills that may have come in the mail.
“She’s sweepin’,” Daisy said in a whisper.
I couldn’t keep the scowl off my face. She was always sleeping. If she wasn’t sleeping, she was off drinking.
“The dickhead left her yesterday. She’s been holed up pouting ever since,” Jimmy said as he put the other groceries down beside mine.
Good riddance. The man was a mooch. If it wasn’t for the kids, I’d never show up at this place. But my mom had full custody because in Alabama as long as you have a roof and you aren’t abusing your kids, then you get to keep them. It’s some fucked-up shit.
“You bought free gaddons of milk?” Daisy asked in awe as I pulled out all three gallons of milk from a paper bag.
“’Course I did. How are you gonna eat two boxes of Fruity Pebbles if you don’t have any milk?” I asked, bending down to look her in the eyes.
“Pweston, I don’t think I can dwink all free,” she said in another whisper. Dang, she was cute.
I ruffled her brown curls and stood up. “Well, I guess you’ll have to share with the boys, then.”
Daisy nodded seriously like she agreed that was a good idea.
“You bought pizza rolls! YES! Score,” Jimmy cheered as he pulled out the large box of his favorite food and ran to the freezer with it.
Seeing them get excited over food made everything else okay. I’d gone weeks with nothing but white bread and water when I was their age. Momma hadn’t cared if I ate or not. If it hadn’t been for my best friend, Marcus Hardy, sharing his lunch with me every day at school, I’d have probably died from malnutrition. I wasn’t about to let that happen to the kids.
“I thought I told you to get out. You caused enough trouble ’round here. You run off Randy. He’s gone. Can’t blame him after you broke his nose for nothin’.” Momma was awake.
I put the last of the cans of ravioli in the cabinet before I turned around to acknowledge her. She was wearing a stained robe that was once white. Now it was more of a tan color. Her hair was a matted, tangled mess, and the mascara she’d been wearing a few days ago was smeared under her eyes. This was the only parent I’d ever known. It was a miracle I’d survived to adulthood.
“Hello, Momma,” I replied, and grabbed a box of cheese crackers to put away.
“You bribing them with food. You little shit. They only love you ’cause you feed them that fancy stuff. I can feed my own kids. Don’t need you spoilin’ ’em,” she grumbled as she shuffled her bare feet over to the closest kitchen chair and sat down.
“I’m gonna pay rent before I leave, but I know you have some other bills. Where are they?”
She reached for the pack of cigarettes sitting in the ashtray in the middle of her small brown Formica table. “The bills are on top of the fridge. I hid ’em from Randy. They made him pissy.”
Great. The electricity bill and water bill pissed the man off. My mother sure knew how to pick them.
“Oh, Pweston, can I have one of dese now?” Daisy asked, holding up an orange.
“Of course you can. Come here and I’ll peel it,” I replied, holding out my hand for her to give it to me.
“Stop babying her. You come in here and baby her, then leave, and I’m left to deal with her spoiled ass. She needs to grow up and do shit herself.” Momma’s bitter words weren’t anything new. However, watching Daisy flinch and her eyes fill up with tears I knew she wouldn’t shed for fear of getting slapped caused my blood to boil.
I bent down and kissed the top of her head before taking the orange from her and peeling it. Confronting Momma would only make her worse. When I left, it would be up to Jimmy to make sure Daisy was safe. Leaving them here wasn’t easy, but I didn’t have the kind of money it would take to go to court over it. And the lifestyle I’d chosen in order to make sure they were okay and taken care of wasn’t one that the courts would look favorably on. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I’d ever get them. The best I could do was come here once a week and feed them and make sure their bills were paid. I couldn’t be around Momma more than that.
“When’s Daisy’s next doctor’s appointment?” I asked, wanting to change the subject and find out when I needed to come pick her up and take her.
“I think it’s last week. Why don’t you call the doc yourself and find out, if you’re so damn worried about it. She ain’t sick. She’s just lazy.”
I finished peeling the orange and grabbed a paper towel, then handed it to Daisy.
“Tank you, Pweston.”
I knelt down to her level. “You’re welcome. Eat that up. It’s good for you. I bet Jimmy will go out on the porch with you if you want.”
Daisy frowned and leaned forward. “Jimmy won’t go outside ’cause Becky Ann lives next doowah. He tinks she’s pwetty.”
Grinning, I glanced back at Jimmy, whose cheeks were bright red.
“Dammit, Daisy, why you have to go and tell him that?”
“Watch the language with your sister,” I warned, and stood up. “Ain’t no reason to be embarrassed ’cause you think some girl is good-looking.”
“Don’t listen to him. He’s in a different one’s panties ever’ night. Just like his daddy was.” Momma loved to make me look bad in front of the kids.
Jimmy grinned. “I know. I’m gonna be just like Preston when I grow up.”
I slapped him on the back of the head. “Keep it in your pants, boy.”
Jimmy laughed and headed for the door. “Come on, Daisy May. I’ll go outside with you for a while.”
I didn’t look back at Momma as I finished putting away the food, then retrieved the bills from the top of the fridge. Brent sat silently on the bar stool, watching me. I would have to spend a little time with him before I left. He was the middle one, the one who didn’t push for my attention. I’d sent the other two outside knowing he liked to have me to himself.
“So, what’s new?” I asked, leaning on the bar across from him.
He smiled and shrugged. “Nothing much. I wanna play football this year, but Momma says it costs too much and I’d be bad at it ’cause I’m scrawny.”
God, she was a bitch.
“Is that so? Well, I disagree. I think you’d make an awesome corner or wide receiver. Why don’t you get me the info on this and I’ll check into it?”
Brent’s eyes lit up. “For real? ’Cause Greg and Joe are playing, and they live in the trailers back there.” He pointed toward the back of the trailer park. “Their daddy said I could ride with them and stuff. I just needed someone to fill out the paper and pay for it.”
“Go on ahead and pay for it. Let him get hurt, and see whose fault it’ll be,” Momma said through the cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
“I’m sure they have coaches and adults overseeing this so that it is rare someone gets really hurt at this age,” I said, shooting a warning glare back at her.
“You’re making me raise the sorriest bunch of brats in town. When they all need bailed outta jail in a few years, that shit is all on you.” She stood up and walked back to her room. Once the door slammed behind her, I looked back at Brent.
“Ignore that. You hear me? You’re smart, and you’re gonna make something of yourself. I believe in you.”
Brent nodded. “I know. Thank you for football.”
I reached out and patted his head. “You’re welcome. Now, why don’t you come on outside and walk me to my Jeep?”
Marcus, my older brother, was mad at me. He was convinced I was staying home instead of going to Auburn like I’d planned because of Mom. I wasn’t. Not really. Well, maybe a little bit. At first it had been for completely selfish reasons. I’d wanted to get Preston Drake to notice me. Well, three months ago I’d gotten my wish for about forty minutes. Since then he hadn’t looked my way once. After several pitiful attempts to get his attention, I stopped trying.
Unfortunately, it was a little too late to decide I wanted to go to Auburn instead of the local junior college. I was almost relieved I couldn’t go away, though. My mom was dealing with the betrayal and desertion of my dad. He now lived an hour away with his new young girlfriend and their child.
Leaving home meant leaving Mom all alone in this big house. If I hadn’t made the decision to stay and try to get Preston’s attention, I’d be leaving today for Auburn. Mom would be crying and I would be sick to my stomach with worry. She just wasn’t strong enough to be left alone just yet. Maybe next year.
“You can’t live here forever, Amanda,” Marcus said as he paced in front of me. I had come outside to the pool with the new copy of People magazine hoping to get some sun, but Marcus had shown up. “At some point we’re going to have to let Mom learn to cope. I know it’s hard. Look at me, I’m still stopping by four to five times a week just to make sure she’s okay. But I don’t want you giving up your dreams because you feel responsible for our mother.”
I’d managed to keep my not going away to Auburn a secret from him until today. Normally, he was so wrapped up in his world with his fiancée, Willow, and his online courses to keep up with what I was doing.
“I know this, but maybe I just wasn’t ready to leave home. Maybe this is all about me. You ever think of that?”
Marcus frowned and rubbed his chin hard, which meant he was frustrated. “Okay. Fine. Say you don’t want to go away just yet. Have you considered maybe going in January? Getting your feet wet with college while at home, then venturing out?”
Sighing, I laid my magazine in my lap. I might as well give up on reading it until he’d gotten this off his chest. “No, I haven’t, because that is stupid. I can go an entire year here, then transfer next year. It works for me. I know people here, and I want to be here for the wedding. I want to help Willow plan it. I don’t want to be four hours away missing all this.”
I’d hit him below the belt. Anything to do with his wedding and he went all soft. Marcus stopped his endless pacing and sat down on the end of the lounge chair beside me. “So this is really about you wanting to stay at home? You’re just not ready to leave yet? Because if that is really the case, then I’m good with that. I don’t want you going off if you’re not ready. Sure as hell don’t want you going to Auburn. But if this is what you want—you want—then I’m happy. I just don’t want what Dad did to take away any more of our lives than it already has.”
He was such a good guy. Why couldn’t I be infatuated with a good guy like my overprotective, loving brother? There were guys out there like him. I’d met a few. Why did I have to be hung up on a male slut?”
“It is all about me. I swear.”
Marcus nodded, then slapped my foot before standing back up. “Good. I feel better now. Since you’re not moving away today, you’re invited to the engagement party the guys are throwing for me and Low.”
Guys? “What guys?”
“You know, the guys. Rock, Preston, Dewayne—well, the truth is, mostly Trisha is throwing it and the guys are all planning the alcohol.”
“Does she need help?” I asked, thinking how ridiculous it was that I was asking in hopes that I would be thrown together with Preston in some part of the planning.
“Yeah, I’m sure she does. Why don’t you give her a call?”
I would do that. Today. “Okay, cool. When is it?”
“This Friday night.”
Posted November 8, 2012
Each time I read one of Abbi Glines books, I am completely blown away by how amazing it is. I think to myself there is no way it can get any better, and then she does it again. It is mind boggling the talent this lady has. I am a huge fan of Abbi's, and the Sea Breeze Series is one my favorite of all her series. I fell in love with Sadie and Jax in Breathe, came to adore Low and Marcus in Because of Low, Cage and Eva's story was fantastic and left me all hot and bothered every time I thought about it. I thought, there's no way it can get better, but people, Preston's and Amanda's story has taken me to a place I didn't think a book could transport you to. Preston Drake has got to be the hottest guy ever birthed from the creative mind of Abbi Glines. He just oozes with sexiness. It seeps through the pages and right into your heart, and other places. That being said, his story is also heartbreaking, and the depth of emotion I felt for what he had gone through left my chest aching and a lump in my throat.
Amanda Hardy is a doll. She is absolutely perfect for Preston. I loved her character, and really admired her because I don't think I could have handled some of the things she did. What she went through would probably crush a lot of people, but she handled it with a grace and patience that amazed me. She is Marcus' little sister and the little sister to all the guys he hangs with. Needless to say she has been "off limits," but she also has a long line of "big brothers," ready to beat the crap out of anyone they think is messing with her.
One thing I really love about this series is that you can read each of the books as a stand alone easily, but trust me when I say you will want to read the entire series. I really love the way that each of the books focusing mainly on a certain couple, yet we get to see the characters from the other installments in the series make appearances in each of the books, and it brings you such a level of connectedness and satisfaction in seeing what is going on with these people you have come to know and love.
Now lets talk about the sex. This book probably has the most intense and descriptive scenes so far, yes even more than Cage York's book, and if you know Cage York, he is sex on a stick so that is saying a lot. This book is hot, and it will leave you will you flushed with your mouth gaped open, wanting to read it again. So keep that in mind when you read it. It is a New Adult book and has scenes that are inappropriate for younger readers, but for the older readers, it's like candy canes at Christmas.
Just for Now is everything all of us Abbi Glines fans could have hoped for and so much more. Preston and Amanda's story will take your heart on an emotional roller coaster ride up to the highest point imaginable and then plummet you forward leaving your head in a cloud, your stomach in your throat, and your heart screaming for more. Trust me when I say, you have to have this book. Abbi Glines knows romance and she knows hot to write a hot sexy scene, and most importantly, she can write a story that will transport the reader into the pages of the book, giving you a ride you never imagined.
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Posted October 30, 2012
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I believe I found a favorite out of the series! I just absolutely loved this book the moment I started it. I couldn't put it down, lets just say sleep wasn't a priority. Manda is this sweet innocent girl that has been in love with Preston for a long time. Preston is just absolutely delicious but he's a major playboy that harbors feelings for Manda also. But with his line of work he doesn't think he's worthy of her. Man, when those two were to together, the chemistry was crazy. Very steamy. *Fans self* Everyone should check this out! You won't be disappointed.
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Posted November 20, 2012
This book is 197 pages long. It gives both views from Amanda and Preston. There is a lot of dirty language and sex scenes. Neither bother me, but it was the substance of the story that was lacking for me. At times, i skipped pages. Not worth the $7.99 I paid.
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Posted November 16, 2012
Ok...i am a huge abbi glines fan...i have all her books...was a little disappointed when her books started costing almost 8 bucks instead of less than 5...part of the reason i loved them was that they were awesome reads for not alot of money...very disappointed that this one was less than 200 pages...it seemed rushed to me without any of abbi's bonuses...there were also alot of mistakes and parts i didnt understand...like the scene wgen marcus asks preston why be never said he loved amanda(the balcony scene)...um...hello...didnt preston tell marcus he lived amanda when marcus came to his apartment to wake him up? Also..the way amanda forgave his infidelity seemed VERY rushed to me...i had a hard time believing that part....all in all i did like it but not as much as her other books
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Posted November 2, 2012
I loved this book! Probably my favorite in the series. The only thing negative i can say is that this book didnt have a complete ending to the story like her other books always did, i wish it have a prolouge. But i loved it and can't wait for abbi's next book to come out!
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I enjoyed reading Preston and Amanda's story, but for some reason it felt a little rushed to me, but none the less Abbi Glines is a great writer and I have enjoyed all the stories in the sea breeze series so far.
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Posted April 25, 2013
Didnt realize till i was done reading that this is book 3 in a series. I did not need the other books to follow this one but i have plans to read them. It really was a good book.
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Posted February 11, 2013
Getting tired of writers using female virginity as some sort of cleansing rite for flawed male characters. He could find no other job but prostitution.... really ? Seems like his buddy found him a regular J.O.B without much effort! If the tables were turned, would this story work?
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Abbi Glines does not disappoint - just when I thought no one could be hotter than Cage in While it Last, Abbi introduces Preston into my life and wow he is sexy and hot. He loves hard and he protects his girl hard. Manda is just want Preston needs because she is so incredibly sweet but strong when the time comes to defend her man. This storyline is just as emotional as the other Sea Breeze books but man oh man a lot steamier. Please keep it coming Abbi ;)
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