I went to his sister because that’s what he told me to do. But when his brother, Cole, accused me of being a gold digger, I knew I couldn’t trust them. I didn’t realize she would send Cole to watch over me. Or that he would carry me out of my trailer when he saw how bad it really was. Who was he to tell me where I could live or how I managed my own business? I mean, he might be my kid’s uncle, but I’d been on my own for a long time. I didn’t need his help. And I really didn’t need the confusion that rushed through me whenever he stood too close.
I do the best I can. I have to make a living, right? And this industry…it pays very well. And when you’re on the streets with a kid to take care of, you do what you have to do. But I took pains to hide my face in the movies I acted in. For seven years, I’d kept my identity anonymous. But someone figured it out and now I have this big, silent man following me around, demanding I do everything he says.
I didn’t want him in my life, didn’t want him anywhere near me, but on the worst day of my life he comes walking down the street, a gun in his hand, and throws me over his shoulder like some sort of Neanderthal taking possession of what was his. But I wasn’t his anymore. That ended when I caught him kissing my sister in one of the most romantic cities in the world. My sister, who’d just been killed saying his name. How did I know he didn’t kill her? How did I know that he didn’t intend to kill me?
I’m a nurse. I help people. I’ve done it all my life, even before I embraced my profession. So when I heard Blake Zimmerman explaining how he and his wife were desperate to have a baby, I couldn’t help but offer myself. I’d never thought about being a surrogate before, but I wanted to help and it wasn’t like I had any romantic prospects at that moment. Hell, I hadn’t had romantic prospects in a long time. And Blake…he was over the moon at the suggestion. So was his wife, Annie. But then, almost the moment we signed the contract, someone tried to run me down.
We fought like cats and dogs. He made fun of my mode of dress and I…well, I usually just blushed and hit his arm, telling him to shut up. But I hated it, hated feeling like I was in high school again. So when Megan, my best friend and my boss, told me that we were to go on an undercover operation together, pretend to be a young, married couple, I thought she was insane. Or trying to play match maker.
Megan’s story. That’s all I’m saying 😉