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“I pull into the driveway outside of my father's house and shut off the engine. I sit behind the wheel for a moment, studying the house. He'd called me last night and demanded that I come over for dinner tonight. Didn't request. He demanded. What struck me though, was that he sounded a lot more stressed out and harried than he did when he interrupted my brunch with Gabby to demand my presence at a “family”dinner. Yeah, that had been a fun night filled with my father and Ian badgering me about my job. For whatever reason, they'd felt compelled to make a concerted effort to belittle what I do –more so than they usually do anyway -- try to undermine my confidence in my ability to teach, and all but demand that I quit and come to work for my father's company. That had been annoying, and although they were more insistent than normal, it's pretty par for the course with those two. They always think they know what's best for me and have no qualms about telling me how to live my life. When he'd called me last night though, and told me to come to dinner tonight, there was something in my father's voice that had rattled me. It took me a while to put a finger on what it was I heard in his voice, but when I figured it out, it really shook me. I heard fear. Outright fear. My father isn't a man who fears much or is easily intimidated. In fact, he's usually the one doing the intimidating. But, something has him really spooked and even though we don't always see eye-to-eye or get along, hearing that fear in his voice scared me. In all my years, I've never known him to sound so downright terrified. With a sigh and a deep sense of foreboding, I climb out of my car and head to the door, trying to steel myself more with each step. Call me psychic, but I have a feeling that this is going to be a long, miserable night. “Good evening, Miss Holly,”Gloria says as she opens the door before I even have a chance to knock. “Nice to see you again.”“It's nice to see you too, Gloria,”I say and smile with genuine affection. Gloria has been with our family for as far back as I can remember. Honestly, after my mother passed away from ovarian cancer, Gloria took a large role in raising me. My father had plunged himself into his work –and had taken Ian under his wing to help groom him to take over the empire one day –leaving me to more or less fend for myself. It was like I was a secondary consideration to them. Because I'm a girl and not part of the testosterone-rich world of construction, neither my father nor Ian took much interest in me or my life. Unless they needed something from me, of course. The only time they really paid any attention to me was when they needed me to pose for family pictures for company literature.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“bedroom tucked in the corner of the lower floor.”
― R.R. Banks, Damaged

“My best friend looks at me and downs the shot of bourbon in his glass. His eyes are red and rheumy, a look of misery etched upon his face. Trey sniffs loudly and slams his glass down on the bar, drawing the attention of a few of the people sitting around us. “I loved her, man,” he says. I nod and pat him on the shoulder. “I know you did, man.” We're sitting at the bar in the Yellow Rose Lounge , a quiet place where people can go to have a drink and conversation. Furnished in dark woods, with soft, dim lighting, it's more peaceful than your average watering hole. The music is kept low enough that you don't have to shout to be heard, and the flat panel televisions showing highlights from various games are kept on mute. The Yellow Rose is a lounge that caters to business professionals and people who want to have a quiet drink, a mellow conversation, or be alone with their thoughts. There are plenty of bars in Austin that cater to the hellraisers and I've been known to patronize those places now and then. But, it's also nice to have a place like the Yellow Rose for times when I need some quiet solitude. Or, when I need help nursing a friend through a bad, bitter breakup. The bartender pours Trey another shot –which he immediately downs. “Might as well leave the bottle,” I say. The bartender pauses and gives me a considering look, knowing he shouldn't leave a bottle with customers. I think it's a law or something. Reaching into my pocket, I drop a couple of hundreds down on the bar, which seems to relieve him of his inner-conflict. He quickly scoops up the cash, sets the bottle down, and strolls down to the other end of the bar. I pour Trey another shot, which he downs almost instantly and then holds his glass up for another. Not wanting to see him pass out or die from alcohol poisoning, I know I need to pace him. I set the bottle back down on the bar in front of me and turn to my friend.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“shudder”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“heart”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“The show was somehow even more amazing than I thought it was going to be. I've wanted to check out one of the Cirque shows for a long time. It's one of those things I just never got around to doing. Always too busy with work, with socializing, with – whatever – and never made the time for it.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“The show was somehow even more amazing than I thought it was going to be. I've wanted to check out one of the Cirque shows for a long time. It's one of those things I just never got around to doing. Always too busy with work, with socializing, with –whatever –and never made the time for it.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“the”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“that?”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“That was the last thing I had in mind. Then I saw Holly, a curvy redhead in a tight green dress. I knew she was”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“The night is dark, cold, and I've got a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. Gabriel Trujillo called me earlier and told me we needed to meet. And when Trujillo calls, you don't say no. You clear your fuckin' schedule and go where he tells you to. It's a lesson I learned the hard way.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself. With a sigh, I connect the call and stare down at the glitter and sparkle of the lights in the city below me. I'm”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Running late,” Trujillo said, his Mexican accent coloring the words.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“It's been a couple of weeks since I watched Trujillo blow that guy's brains out and every day has been sheer hell. I can't sleep at night. Whenever I close my eyes - all I can see is that guy's head exploding in a spray of red meat. I feel the blood splashing onto me. See myself dragging the corpse out from the rest area and pushing it down the embankment. I hear the way it crashed through the undergrowth before finally coming to rest a long way down.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Without waiting for Ian to reply or escort me, I turn and walk down the hallway. I come to an office where I see a large man, thick through the shoulders and chest, with iron gray hair and dark eyes. Michael Gallagher. Holly's father.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“composed”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“When I see them coming back to the table, I can't take my eyes off Holly. The tiny green dress she's wearing matches the color of her eyes and clings to her every curve enticingly. I just wish she'd loosen up a bit and talk to me.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on my arm and look at her. She's beautiful. But more than that, I feel like I have a real connection with her. She's sharp, witty, funny, and a great conversationalist. She gives as good as she gets and has a warped sense of humor – two traits that I find to be very admirable.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“The waitress returns and sets glasses down in front of us, opening the bottle and letting me taste it before pouring. When she's done pouring, she sets the bottle down and gives me another of those ‘come-hither’ looks.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Although, the irony of a man like Trujillo speaking about being true to his word –a drug and gun dealing murderer – is not lost on me. Though, he doesn't seem to see it.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“But, there are always consequences to our actions,” Trujillo continues. “Don't you agree, Michael?”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“billionaire.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“There is no question that Trujillo is solidifying his hold on power in this part of the States. And I'm right in the middle of all this shit. If I'd known who and what he was when he first approached me, I never would have gotten into bed with him in the first place. But, desperation and a lack of options make a man do stupid things sometimes. Hell, all the time. He stops a couple of feet in front of me, smiling. He hands me one”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“My best friend looks at me and downs the shot of bourbon in his glass. His eyes are red and rheumy, a look of misery etched upon his face. Trey sniffs loudly and slams his glass down on the bar, drawing the attention of a few of the people sitting around us. “I loved her, man,”he says. I nod and pat him on the shoulder. “I know you did, man.”We're sitting at the bar in the Yellow Rose Lounge, a quiet place where people can go to have a drink and conversation. Furnished in dark woods, with soft, dim lighting, it's more peaceful than your average watering hole. The music is kept low enough that you don't have to shout to be heard, and the flat panel televisions showing highlights from various games are kept on mute. The Yellow Rose is a lounge that caters to business professionals and people who want to have a quiet drink, a mellow conversation, or be alone with their thoughts. There are plenty of bars in Austin that cater to the hellraisers and I've been known to patronize those places now and then. But, it's also nice to have a place like the Yellow Rose for times when I need some quiet solitude. Or, when I need help nursing a friend through a bad, bitter breakup. The bartender pours Trey another shot –which he immediately downs. “Might as well leave the bottle,”I say. The bartender pauses and gives me a considering look, knowing he shouldn't leave a bottle with customers. I think it's a law or something. Reaching into my pocket, I drop a couple of hundreds down on the bar, which seems to relieve him of his inner-conflict. He quickly scoops up the cash, sets the bottle down, and strolls down to the other end of the bar. I pour Trey another shot, which he downs almost instantly and then holds his glass up for another. Not wanting to see him pass out or die from alcohol poisoning, I know I need to pace him. I set the bottle back down on the bar in front of me and turn to my friend.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“People wanted to believe in love. They wanted to believe that the beautiful, well-bred couples who had been together their whole lives would continue on for the rest of them.”
― R.R. Banks, Damaged

“Which probably explains my distinct lack of dates over the last couple of years. My last serious relationship lasted three years – and then ended in a flaming pile of debris. I found out Todd was cheating on me. Actually, he was cheating on me all three years we were together. Which, of course, made me feel not just like a total loser, but an absolute idiot too.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“honest. Gabby is an amazing woman –but one who, because she's so beautiful and feminine, men constantly underestimate. We're enjoying a lazy”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“The black SUV pulls into the rest stop, as I’m trying to avoid comparing the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires with the sound my bones would make beneath those same tires. The SUV pulls to a stop in front of me and the driver cuts the lights. After being nearly blinded by the headlights, it takes my eyes a minute to re-adjust to the darkness.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“I was a fucking idiot,” he slurs. “Don't worry about it,” I say. “We all do stupid shit, man. Especially when it comes to people we love – no matter how unworthy they are.” Trey nods and slides off his barstool. He stands there on unsteady legs for a minute, looking at me through eyes shimmering with tears. He pats me”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married