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THE BILLIONAIRE’S
SURROGATE
Prologue
1. Joey
2. Angel
3. Joey
4. Angel
5. Joey
6. Angel
7. Joey
8. Angel
9. Joey
10. Angel
11. Joey
12. Angel
13. Joey
14. Angel
15. Joey
16. Angel
17. Joey
18. Angel
19. Joey
20. Angel
21. Joey
22. Angel
23. Joey
24. Angel
Epilogue
M
y senses went into overload as my eyes slowly opened. I
rapidly took in the throbbing pain in my head, followed by
the realization that I was not in my own apartment. The
silky gray sheets wrapped around me were much nicer than anything
I owned, and the giant window overlooking my hometown of Cherry
Falls next to the bed was completely foreign from anything that
existed in my tiny efficiency apartment.
I rolled over, trying to remember the events that transpired the
night before. That’s when I felt the slab of warm bare flesh beside
me—one that awakened a renewed surge of arousal. I looked over
slowly, taking in the sight of the delicious body that rivaled the
stunning view of our city.
Joey Williams. It had finally happened. I had finally landed in bed
with Joey Williams, the obsession of all my fantasies from the
moment I first met him at my best friend’s boutique.
He had olive-toned skin that matched the slight Bronx accent. He
had that whole Italian, bad boy, New Yorker vibe that was enough to
slay any woman. His gym-rat muscular body certainly helped, with
its chiseled curves and a six-pack unlike anything I had ever seen
outside of a magazine or billboard, much less next to me in bed.
I couldn’t help but smile and let out a quiet squeal under my
breath. He was still sleeping soundly, giving me the chance to feel
around the nightstand for my phone. But it wasn’t there. I looked
around the room, spotting my handbag thrown off into the corner.
Flashes started coming back to me. I remembered how we burst
into the room with my legs wrapped around his waist, him
effortlessly holding my entire body weight. I didn’t realize my purse
was still draped over my arm until he went to take off my shirt. It
was kind of a miracle that I had managed to hold onto it for so long
since we had been making out with a passionate fury from the
moment we found ourselves alone in the back of his limo.
I had tossed it into oblivion, not caring at that moment where it
landed. Its contents were scattered across the plush carpet of his
bedroom, and I couldn’t resist taking the risk of slipping out of bed
to creep over and snag my phone. I winced, trying to be as quiet as
humanly possible as I climbed back into the sheets next to him.
Thank goodness that expensive mattresses rarely creaked or made a
peep.
I opened my phone’s camera and snapped a picture of him
sleeping like a baby, making sure to catch the way the light shone
across his bulging muscles in all their glory. Those arms… Those
pecs… I followed each curve right down to the V-shape beneath his
stomach. Everything below that was covered in the sheet that clung
to his hips, which made me feel a lot less guilty about the picture.
Him being shirtless and sleeping was one thing. I was not about to
go so far as to snap a pic of some guy’s dick without his permission.
I needed a souvenir to remember all of my pent up fantasies
finally becoming a reality, but I also needed proof. I flipped to my
ongoing group text with my two besties, Del and Lizzy, and sent
them the photo of Joey followed by a plethora of emojis
communicating a wide range of emotions, covering everything from
heart eyes and a drooling face, to a wide-eyed freakout and a
scream.
I wouldn’t have expected them to be awake, considering we all
had a late night out drinking for the opening of Damon’s new club.
That is, all except for Lizzy, who was pregnant and due any day now.
Of course, she had still come to support her fiance’s newest venture.
I was surprised when the phone immediately started dinging back in
rapid-fire responses, each one indicating a freakout on par with my
own.
Me: How are you guys even awake right now!?
Lizzy: Uh, girl…it’s noon.
Oh shit, I thought, glancing at the time in the upper right-hand
corner of the screen to confirm it was true.
Del: I’ve been up with the baby since six. Glad we made the call
to close the show today.
Me: Ditto. Way too hungover for work.
Lizzy: Right, but… Can we talk some more about the fact that ur
in bed next to JOEY WILLIAMS right now!
Ding. Ding. Whoosh. Bloop. Ding. My phone continued lighting
up with the incessant messages, each one threatening to make me
burst out into a roar of laughter. I got so caught up in the screen
that I didn’t notice Joey had been woken up by the messages and
was staring me down.
He cleared his throat, startling me into rapt attention. I chucked
the phone back down to the carpet like a kid that had just been
caught red-handed stealing from the cookie jar.
“Something funny?” he asked, stretching out his perfectly
sculpted arms, making my mouth water.
“It was nothing!” I smiled innocently, with maybe a little too
much guilty desperation.
He jumped out of bed and grabbed his boxers. “I’m going to hop
in the shower. Want me to call you a cab?”
My heart sank. It wasn’t like I expected anything to come out of
our hook up. I was a big girl and understood the concept of a one-
night stand, even if it was with someone who played such an
integral role in my closest group of friends.
Joey had come to Cherry Falls, North Carolina, with his real
estate partners, Nick, Damon, and Ben. When our little small town
became the newest up and coming destination, they couldn’t resist
relocating from New York to get a piece of the pie. They wanted to
be big fish in a small pond, rather than face all the competition back
in the Big Apple. It had proven to be a smart move for them, and
not just for the sake of their business. Nick had coupled off with my
best friend, Del, almost instantly. They had since gotten married and
had a kid. Then it was Damon and my other best friend, Lizzy, who
paired off and were now expecting their own baby.
It was only a matter of time before one of the guys got together
with me, the last remaining single member of my girlfriends. Ben
and Joey were the only two left, but I only had eyes for Joey. I had
finally found my way into his bed, and now he was in a rush to get
in the shower and send me off on the walk of shame.
“Angel? Did you hear me?” he asked, popping his head around
the corner of his bedroom door with a towel thrown over his
shoulder. Those gorgeous brown eyes and kissable lips made me
ache inside—all things of the past for me now. “Sorry, I’ve got to get
into the office. I have a meeting at two. Did you want me to call you
a car?”
I did my best to hide the hurt expression on my face. “No, that’s
okay,” I answered finally. “I don’t live far. I’ll walk. I could use the…”
Joey had already nodded and slipped off into the bathroom with
apparently no interest in what I could use. “Fresh air,” I mumbled to
myself.
I sat up in bed, looking around the room. My stupid phone was
still blowing up on the floor. I didn’t have the heart to tell Del and
Lizzy how unceremoniously I was being dismissed from Joey’s bed. A
happily ever after like what they found was not exactly what I hoped
to get out of this. But morning sex? Breakfast? Was that too much to
ask? The excitement I felt when I first texted them had already
dwindled into nothing but the glaring symptoms of my hangover.
I hadn’t felt this cheap since my random drunk hookup phase in
college. I found myself feeling angry as I crawled out of bed and
scrambled to find my clothes. I wasn’t a prude by any means, but I
was still a small-town girl and didn’t think having casual sex meant
that there was no room for a little chivalry. I guess Joey had other
ideas.
With all of my clothes back on and the contents of my purse put
back where they belonged, I headed for the front door. I paused by
the bathroom, where steam was billowing. I could hear the water
running inside and see Joey’s silhouette through the curtain.
My lips parted to yell over the sound of the gushing water to let
him know that I was leaving, but I stopped myself. He obviously
didn’t care, and I was not about to chase him around like a lost
puppy. All of my giddiness over the night before was yanked right
out from under me and replaced with a scornful rage.
With my fists clenched, I spun on my heels and marched right
out the door, making a point to slam it loudly behind me. It wasn’t
until I got in the hall and found myself face to face with an elderly
woman who lived next door that I realized I had never checked my
appearance in the mirror. Judging by the stunned, judgmental look
on her face, it was safe to assume that my kinky black spirals were
frizzed out in every direction and that my eyeliner was smudged all
around my eyes. Maybe that was part of what turned Joey so cold,
though no guy from my past had ever complained about my
morning-after look.
I blushed and smiled, offering a polite wave before jetting off to
the elevator. I only felt a little better by the time the fresh afternoon
air hit me outside. I took my time walking home, kicking pebbles
along the sidewalk as I went.
In between Joey’s place and mine, I stopped outside the old
Italian restaurant that had shut down in recent months, unable to
keep up with the rapidly changing economy and clientele since the
infamous Cherry Falls population boom. I was sad for the owners.
Nick, Joey, and the other guys worked hard to make the changes in
our town as kind to natives as it could be, but not everything was
immune to gentrification.
I looked longingly at the boarded-up windows and noticed a sign
saying it was for lease posted out front. Cooking had always been a
passion of mine, and I dreamed of owning my own restaurant. I
noticed the Ransom Realty logo in the corner of the lease sign. It
was one of Nick and Joey’s properties now. Too bad, I was broke. I
sighed to myself. After the way Joey had just treated me, I imagined
I could have leveraged my way into a good deal on the place if I
only had the means.
Oh well. I tried to shrug off my dream of ever owning that place
right along with the ridiculous notion that anything could have come
out of my night with Joey. Not even a simple, “Last night was fun.
Hope you have a great day.”
I started back down the sidewalk to my place. Luckily, I knew the
best recipe for a banging hangover cure breakfast—one that I would
have cooked for him if given a chance. His loss. That just meant
more for me once I got home and started cooking.
1
JOEY
I
had just finished my last email for the day when my secretary
chimed in over the intercom. “Mr. Williams, I have Vincent
Milano for you on line one.”
“Thanks, Sheila,” I quickly shot back before picking up the phone
and holding down the button to take the call. “Joey here.”
“Joey boy. How’s it hanging?” Vincent’s greeting came through
the receiver in a thick Italian Bronx accent that made me long for my
familiar neighborhood back home.
“Hey, Vin. I take it you’ve had time to think over the property I
showed you the other day?”
“You’re straight down to business. I like that. No bullshitting. My
kind of guy. As a matter of fact, I have, and I’m very interested.”
I winced a little at his reply. I was hoping he would decide he
wasn’t interested so that I could avoid having to tell him I couldn’t
approve a leasing contract for him. I had a feeling the kind of
business he was hoping to get going in the space was not the kind
of thing I wanted to promote in Cherry Falls. But I also hated to
judge people, having been misjudged most of my life.
“Listen, Vin. Before we proceed any further, can you send me a
business plan? Or give me a run down of what you’re envisioning for
the space?”
“Certainly. I can do that right now, as a matter of fact. It’s
simple,” he replied. “Titty bar.”
“Come again?” I asked, just to be sure. Though his response was
exactly what I had expected.
“You know. Girls. Dancing. Topless. I believe you suits call ‘em
strip clubs.”
I leaned back in my chair, glancing up to the ceiling in irritation
and disappointment. I hated to crush people’s dreams, but I was not
about to let Vincent turn that upscale restaurant space into some
seedy strip joint that would probably have all sorts of other
underground illegal schemes going on left and right. Not only was it
too risky as a landlord, but it wasn’t the right image we wanted to
portray with Ransom Realty. Or for the small-town innocence that we
were trying to maintain through the growth of Cherry Falls.
“You there, Joe? Did you hear me? What do ya say I round up
some of my girls and have ‘em give us a little private show when we
get together to sign the papers? My treat.”
“Ah, no thanks,” I answered slowly. “I appreciate the offer, but…
I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. Both the private show and drawing up
the lease. Unless you have some other kind of business idea in the
works.”
“Excuse me? The line must be breakin’ up. I thought I just heard
you say you didn’t wanna rent me the space.”
I sucked in a deep breath. There were times to be gentle and
timid, and then there were times when you had to be
straightforward. I had no problem being either, even if it meant
pissing this guy off. I didn’t come all the way down to North Carolina
just to get bullied into stuff I didn’t want to do by the same type of
characters who ran rampant in the big city.
“You heard right, Mr. Milano. My apologies for wasting your time.
I should have asked for more information when I showed you the
space. I’m afraid your business model doesn’t align with our values
here at Ransom Realty. I hope you can understand.”
“Oh, now I’m a mister, eh?” He let out a wheezy laugh. “You
know, I asked for you specifically out of all you guys over there at
Ransom. I thought you were more like me. A man of opportunity. I
didn’t realize you were another snob who decided he’s too good for
his own kind now that he’s in a nice suit.”
Ben’s face appeared on the other side of my office window. He
knocked just before showing himself in, quietly taking a seat in front
of me.
I held up one finger to ask him to wait. “I assure you, Vin, suit or
not, I don’t think I’m better than anyone. I do, however, take issue
with businesses that bring crime to the area…along with a certain
appearance that isn’t up to our standards. Perhaps you can find
another realtor to work with. Or if you ever want to get into the
restaurant business without the topless women, give me a call.”
“Why you little…”
“Have a great day,” I offered half-heartedly before quickly calling
Sheila back. “Yeah, take a message for all future calls from Mr.
Milano. Thanks.”
“Busy day?” Ben asked, eyeing the phone as I slammed it back
into the receiver.
“You could say that. Wrapping up now, though.”
Ben Wilder and I had been best buds since we were kids, right
along with our other business partners, Nick and Damon. We had all
come a long way from the ghetto neighborhood we grew up in.
Though now that Nick and Damon were both family men, Ben and I
had been closer than ever.
“How’s the property on Stanford Avenue going?” he asked,
obviously having picked up on the tail end of my phone call. “Aside
from rejecting topless women.”
I smirked back at him. “Still holding out for the right tenant. I
feel bad that the old ones couldn’t stay in business. Now I don’t
want to let it go to just anyone.”
Much like Vincent Milano, anyone with a strong Italian heritage
like myself expected me to look out for them. I would if they were
stand up guys. Unfortunately, the previous occupants, despite their
Italian-American menu, made some of the worst food I had ever
tasted in my life. Otherwise, I would have been happy to help them
keep their business afloat.
“That’s my man,” Ben replied. “Heart of gold. Are you ready to
go? We’ve got to swing by to pick up Damon and Lizzy.”
I raked my hands over my face, pretending to stare at a very
busy calendar. “Uh, listen. About tonight…”
Ben immediately started shaking his head. “Uh-uh. No. No way,
man. You can not bail on this. Damon and Nick hardly ever go out
anymore unless we’re just stopping by to see Damon working at his
club. They’ve got sitters tonight, and we all agreed it’d be like old
times.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell Ben that I was more sympathetic to
Damon and Nick than to him. If I was lucky enough to have a wife
and kids waiting for me at home, I wouldn’t be going out anymore,
either.
I was trying to decide if it was worth it to push him. The last
thing I wanted to do was shove through a sweaty crowd of strangers
in the dark, drinking too much and destroying my hearing with all
the loud music in the process. I hated to become the cliche who
stopped wanting to go out the older he got, but I couldn’t help it.
Besides, we had a lifetime of partying in previous years. The appeal
of coming to Cherry Falls for me was settling into a quieter life. I
was ready to settle down, though I’d never tell Ben that.
Before I could resist any further, my cell phone started to ring. I
instantly recognized the number on the screen and knew it was not
a call I could take with Ben sitting right in front of me, so I silenced
it and shoved it back into my pocket.
“Come on,” he persisted. “Do this for Damon and Nick.”
“All right,” I groaned reluctantly. “But let’s try to go somewhere
nice, huh? A VIP room or something where we can have a little
privacy.”
“Fair enough. I’m sure I can snag us a few girls to invite along.
And Angel will be there.”
“Shit,” I said under my breath, immediately regretting having
given in so easily.
Ben shot me a frustrated look. “Don’t make it weird. You know
she’s Del’s and Lizzy’s best friend. Nick and Damon aren’t going
anywhere without them now, and those girls don’t go anywhere
without Angel.”
“Don’t remind me,” I grumbled.
“Angel hasn’t done anything to you, anyway. At least nothing you
didn’t whole heartedly consent to,” he argued.
“I was drunk.”
“So what? Get drunk again. I’m sure she’s down for round two.”
“No. No way.” I put my hands up for emphasis. “No matter how
much I have to drink, you are under no circumstances to allow me
to leave with her again. It was already risky enough to hook up with
her the first time with how close she is to everyone. I don’t want to
make things weirder than they already are.”
“Don’t worry, man. I’ll look out for you. The last thing I want is
for you to get married like our other two boring old guys.” He finally
stood and made his way out the door. “I’ll have my car pick us up
downstairs in ten minutes,” he said on his way out.
The problem was, I wanted to be exactly like Nick and Damon. I
wanted to be a boring old guy with a wife who loved me. I was
ready to start a family, but Angel seemed like the wild type who had
no interest in settling down. I’d had enough of wasting years on
women, thinking they might be the one, only to realize far too late
that they were just along for the ride that my money could afford
them and had no interest in actually getting married or having kids.
I had hoped women in Cherry Falls would be different, but so far
—no such luck. That’s why I was planning to skip the wife part of
the equation altogether.
I slid my phone back out of my pocket and clicked to listen to the
voicemail that came through while Ben was in my office.
“Mr. Williams, this is Lucille Connors from the Strathmore
Surrogacy Clinic. I received your message and was hoping to
connect with you to provide the information you requested about
our services. Please give me a call back at your earliest convenience,
and I’ll be happy to answer your questions.”
I added a reminder to my calendar to give them a call back in the
morning just before closing down my laptop and shutting down for
the night. I was done waiting to find the right woman. I had more
than enough money to pay for a full-time nanny, so if raising a kid
on my own was the only option left to have a family, I was up for
the challenge.
2
ANGEL
A
fter three sets of knocks on Lizzy and Damon’s door with
pauses in between and still no answer, I finally turned the
handle and let myself in. Entering my best friend’s home
when there wasn’t an answer felt like a normal thing when she lived
in a tiny little apartment like mine—one that was basically like a
second home to me. It was a tab bit harder to get used to now that
she lived in a giant mansion with Damon.
I swung the door open and stepped inside the lavish foyer,
complete with a chandelier hanging above. All things considered, it
was homey for a mansion, especially with the kid’s toys and clothes
strewn around the rooms. Yet, it was not the kind of place I ever
envisioned my best friend living.
“Hello? Anyone home?” I called out, looking through the halls
and entryways.
“Lilly!” Lizzy’s frazzled voice rang out from the kitchen, followed
by a screaming cry from her little one.
I followed the commotion to see Lilly in her highchair, covered in
remnants of food while Lizzy clamored around her with the phone
pressed to her ear, doing her best to talk over her daughter’s cries
while cleaning up the mess.
I leaped into action, snatching up a towel to clean up the bits of
chopped veggies that Lilly had tossed over her head in protest,
giving Lizzy a moment to step out of the room and finish her call.
Lilly’s temper tantrum quickly melted into excited laughter at the
sight of me. She reached out her little fingers and began waving
them in and out, begging me to pick her up.
“Well, it looks like dinner time may be over.” I chuckled, pulling
her out of the chair and onto my hip.
“Oh, hey, Angel.” Damon emerged, looking fly as ever in
whatever new designer threads he was wearing. “Ready for our big
night out?”
“Probably not as ready as you must be,” I joked, wiping the last
bit of food from Lilly’s cheeks.
“She’s a handful, all right. We’re definitely ready for a break.”
“Apparently, we’re not going to get one,” Lizzy huffed, popping
back into the room.
I could see her attempts at getting dolled up with her hair styled
and makeup quickly thrown on. The sequin top and tight jeans she
had put on showed just how ready she was to get out and blow off
some steam, but she had a horribly disheartened look on her face.
“The sitter canceled, last minute,” she huffed. “I’ve been trying to
call everyone I could think of to cover for her, but no one’s available
at this point.”
“Who’s ready to party!” Del sang out as she danced into the
room. Nick was behind her with a rather amused look on his face as
he watched his wife.
“Let’s pregame!” Ben suggested as he followed in behind Nick.
I tried not to notice Joey standing at the back of the line into the
kitchen, and instead, I turned my attention back to poor Lizzy.
“Lizzy was just saying that they have no sitter,” I told them.
“What? No way,” Ben’s face dropped. “That’s bull shit.”
“Language!” Lizzy hissed, cutting her eyes down to Lilly, who was
now emptying her mother’s purse out onto the floor.
“What do you mean, no sitter?” Del asked, taking her son,
Jackson, from Nick’s arms. She quickly snatched up Lizzy’s purse and
spread out a blanket from the diaper bag, putting him down on the
floor so the two little ones could play together.
“I mean just what I said,” Lizzy snapped back. “And believe me,
no one is more upset about it than me.”
A collective buzz kill fell over the room as Damon rubbed Lizzy’s
back. “You go ahead. Have a fun night out,” he offered. “I can stay
here with the kids.”
“Uh, I don’t know about that,” Del winced. “You may be used to
Lilly’s antics, but I’m not so sure you can handle both her and
Jackson.”
“That’s not the point, anyway.” Lizzy frowned. “I was looking
forward to us all going out together. Like the old days.”
I couldn’t help but flash a fleeting look in Joey’s direction and
then back to the guys. I was all for going out like the old days, but
nothing was like it used to be. We’d be kidding ourselves if we
pretended otherwise. Lizzy, Del, and I had been thick as thieves
since grade school, but ever since Nick and his crew swept into
town, everything had changed.
My two best friends were married off with kids, leaving me alone
to deal with things like the awkwardness that was going out with
Joey, who I never fully forgave for his cold treatment after our little
hookup. I didn’t understand why the guys always had to follow us
around everywhere. Sure, Damon and Lizzy were married now, and
so were Nick and Del, but couldn’t we ever just have a night to
ourselves? Just us girls? Now that would have been like the old days.
But with Nick and his entourage crowded around, both him and
Damon trying to console their wives as they wallowed in the
acceptance that their night out was ruined, I could see that it
obviously wasn’t the time to broach that topic.
“There will be other nights,” Damon said, gently kissing Lizzy’s
forehead.
“We could hang out here,” Del suggested, always the one to look
on the bright side. “The kids will go to bed before too long, anyway.
We can take shots and play games.”
“No. No way!” Ben argued. “We hang out at our houses all the
time. The whole point of this was to actually go out.”
Lizzy looked down at her sparkly outfit and sighed. I knew this
was the first night that she could fit back into her skinny jeans after
having the baby, and while Damon was the love of her life, she was
dying to get out and show that body off.
I felt the nagging feeling that I needed to do something for them
to fix this. After all, they had signed up for night after night of caring
for their kids. I still had the freedom to go out any time I wanted.
“I can stay here with them,” I offered slowly, already regretting
the words the second they came out.
“But I wanted you to go with us, too!” Lizzy protested in an
almost annoying whine.
I tilted my head in her direction while kneeling down to pull a set
of keys from Jackson’s mouth. “Well, you have no sitter. You’re
obviously not getting the night out with everyone you imagined, but
you can still make the best of it. I’m tired, anyway. Honestly, a night
in with the kiddos sounds nice. You guys go and have fun.”
“Really?” Del asked with big, hopeful eyes. She was so desperate,
she looked like she might cry. “Angel, we’d hate to ask that of you.
But if you’re okay with it, it really would be so amazing. We’d owe
you big time.”
“Don’t mention it.” I waved dismissively. “Go dance the night
away and have an extra drink or two for me.”
Del and Lizzy swarmed me in a flurry of hugs and excited squeals
before jumping back into Del’s dance routine. “Who’s ready to
party?” they sang and laughed in unison, bumping their hips
together.
“I’ll stay, too,” one of the guy’s voices chimed in, bringing their
celebration to a dead stop.
I closed my eyes, not turning around to look, but I knew exactly
who had just offered to stay behind with me. I didn’t have to look at
him. Everyone else was just as surprised as I was and staring him
down with gaping mouths.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ben laughed, shaking his head.
“You know, I grew up with a lot of brothers and sisters,” he
shrugged. “I miss it sometimes. I wasn’t really in the mood to go
out, anyway, and I’m sure Angel could use the help.”
With that, I finally whipped my head around. “Actually, I grew up
in a full household, too, and I know plenty about looking after kids.
I’ll be fine on my own.”
Del placed a hand on my shoulder. “Word of advice, which I’m
only just now starting to fully understand myself—if someone wants
to help you with the kids, you let them.”
“But I don’t need—”
“So, it’s settled, then,” Lizzy cut me off. “Joey and Angel are on
babysitting duty. One of you for each kid. Sounds perfect to me.
Now, let’s roll.”
“You’ve lost your damn mind,” Ben scoffed in Joey’s direction
before fleeing to the door. Maybe he thought if he stayed a moment
longer, he might get sucked into changing diapers, too.
I held up my finger, desperately trying to get out one protest
after another about why Joey really didn’t need to stay behind. I felt
like I had better chances of being heard if my dispute was directed
to everyone else instead of Joey himself. I followed each of them
around, explaining why I was fine on my own, but my words were
lost in the chaos of the girls snatching up their things and kissing the
kids goodbye. The guys were quick to follow behind them, and
before I knew it, the front door slammed shut in my face.
I turned around slowly to see both Jack and Lilly sitting on the
floor, looking up at me with stunned little smiles over how quickly
everything had happened. Jack started to laugh randomly, the way
babies his age did. It was infectious to Lilly, who soon followed suit
with her own little adorable toddler giggles. I couldn’t help but feel
like they were laughing at me, taunting me for my shitty luck.
I bit my lip and finally cut my eyes up to Joey, who didn’t look
nearly as uncomfortable as me. He was standing there with his arms
crossed, obviously fine with the whole thing.
“How’s it been?” he asked casually.
“Great.” I faked a tight smile before going over to pick up Lilly.
“Well, since you’re here, you might as well make yourself useful and
help me get these two into a bath.”
3
JOEY
J
ackson stared up at me from his few safe inches of
bathwater, which had just been warm enough but was now
starting to turn cold. He was having so much fun splashing
around with his toys that it was hard to crash his party.
His blue eyes lit up with that innocent, curious amusement that
all little kids had. He was a mischievous little stinker who always had
a permanent grin plastered on his face like he was constantly
plotting his next move. I could see so much of Nick in him, and it
was hitting me harder than ever that, soon, I would be making
moves to bring my own kid into this world.
A few bubbles rippled through the water behind Jack, which sent
him into a fit of giggles.
I smirked. “All right, buddy. I’d say that’s a good sign that we’re
done with bath time for the night.”
He kept laughing and cooing as I scooped him up in my arms
and wrapped him in the soft yellow duck towel that Angel had laid
out. There was a patter of feet behind me as Lilly ran into the room,
now fully dressed in her PJs and with a stuffed animal in hand.
“No running in the bathroom!” Angel called after her. She may
not have had kids of her own, but her voice boomed with startling
authority and motherly instincts.
“That was fast,” I said, shooting her an impressed smile.
“Yeah, well, like I said, I was the oldest of five. So by the time I
was a teenager, I was a pro at wrestling little munchkins down after
bathtime and wrangling them into their pajamas.” She nodded. “I
really didn’t need your help tonight.”
We stood in the close quarters of the bathroom with her staring
up at me, one hand on her hip and a less than amused expression
on her face. She was wearing a satin and lace camisole, and her
eyes glittered with dark eyeliner and shiny shadow—all dolled up
only to get stuck here with these kids. I was kicking myself more
than ever for that random night we had shared together. This was
exactly the sort of awkwardness I hoped to avoid.
“Listen, Angel. About…what happened between us,” I started
slowly. “I never meant to…hurt your feelings or anything. I just…”
“Hurt my feelings?” she scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Joey. I
knew what I was doing that night, and I knew nothing would come
out of it. I mean, you didn’t have to be such a jerk about it, but…”
Lilly cut her off with a squeal as she took off running down the hall.
“But now’s really not the time to talk about it.”
“Maybe later,” I said as she took off after Lilly.
“I’d say the time to talk about it has passed,” Angel replied over
her shoulder before disappearing into the kid’s room at the end of
the hall.
I couldn’t help but smile at how strong and sassy Angel was. It
was the thing about her that always turned me on. But for as
confident as I felt with kids, I couldn’t say the same for women.
That was where things got tricky for me, and I had given up a long
time ago on trying to make things work with them.
I got Jackson dried off, diapered up, and into a fresh onesie with
pants and booties to keep his feet warm. With him all bundled up,
his eyes started to grow heavy as he let out a big yawn. We found
Angel and Lilly in Lilly’s room. Angel was laid back in Lilly’s bed with
Lilly’s small body draped across her chest as they read a book. I put
Jack in his playpen and sat next to him while she finished the story.
“And they lived happily ever after. The end,” Angel said as she
gently closed the book.
“I’m a princess. I will live happily ever after,” Lilly murmured in
the sweetest sleepy voice as she slowly closed her eyes.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Angel replied, kissing her forehead
before inching her way out from under her.
Jack took his cue to lay down as I pulled the blanket up around
him, tucking him in. We had run all of their energy out after the
gang left, and they were more than ready to pass out. Angel and I
crept to the door and turned out the lights, not resuming our normal
stride until we had reached the bottom of the stairs.
Angel was quick to plop down on the couch with a big stretch
and yawn of her own. I wanted to join her, but the tension between
us was still thick.
“You may not want to talk about it, but I am sorry if I came
across like a jerk,” I told her before finally sitting down at the other
end of the couch.
She rolled her eyes and flopped her head to the back of the
couch. “Ugh, Joey. Seriously, let it go. That was forever ago, and I’m
beyond over it.”
Something in her voice and everything about how she had
treated me that evening told me she wasn’t, but I wasn’t going to
push her and make things worse. “Well, you’re right. You probably
would have been just fine with the two kids on your own. You’re
really good with them. Have you ever thought about having kids?”
She laughed. “I’d have to find a man first.”
“Not necessarily.”
She wrinkled her brow and looked at me like I was crazy.
“I just mean that there are other ways, you know. I, for one, am
ready to have kids. Start a family. So, I’m considering going the
surrogacy route.”
A shocked smile spread across her face as she sat straight up,
pulling a pillow into her lap. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“Ah, I shouldn’t have told you that. It’s been a long day, and
that’s been heavy on my mind. I can’t believe I let it slip. Just,
please don’t tell anyone. You’re the only one I’ve mentioned it to.”
Her mouth was still hanging open as she contorted her face into
all sorts of scrunched-up configurations, trying to wrap her brain
around the idea. “Wow. I’m… I’m… I don’t know what to say! I don’t
know if I’ve ever met a single, straight guy who was so ready to
have kids that they were willing to pay a surrogate! It doesn’t make
any sense. Why would a guy like you need to pay a woman to have
your child? You’re rich and hot. It seems like you’d have your pick of
women who would willingly start a family with you.”
I cringed a little at the thought of trying to explain my sordid
history of failed relationships. “You may think it’s crazy, but to me,
having kids on my own is far simpler than trying to navigate a
relationship…or marriage, for that matter. Besides, Del and Lizzy will
be around. And you, too, hopefully. So there will be plenty of other
women who can be positive female role models for my child.”
She grew more serious and gently asked, “Your parents split up
when you were little, didn’t they?” She instantly picked up on my
discomfort. The only thing I recoiled over more than talking about
my past love life was talking about my parents’ painful divorce. “I
only ask because…mine did, too. So, I know what it’s like. It makes
it hard to trust anyone or to really have much faith in love and
relationships. I’m sorry.”
I nodded, still feeling uneasy. The sincerity in her voice truly was
comforting, though. I felt like she really understood without me
explaining much of anything.
“For me, I’ve always dreamt of my career more than having kids,”
she added.
“In fashion?” I asked. “I know you’re still working at Del’s
clothing boutique.”
“Oh, no,” she laughed. “I like clothes and shopping as much as
the next girl, but it’s not exactly my idea of a dream career.”
I couldn’t help but scoot a little closer on the couch, feeling
drawn to her all over again. “Then what is?”
“Cooking,” she responded, her face lighting up with a dreamy
look in her eye. “I’ve always loved to cook, and when I was little, I
used to dream of opening up my own restaurant. In fact, every time
I walk by that vacant spot over on Stanford Avenue, I still stop and
wonder what it would be like to open up my own place there.”
“So, why don’t you?”
She laughed again, shooting me an incredulous look. “Check your
privilege, rich man. I’ve been working as a waitress and in retail my
whole life. I barely make rent. I certainly haven’t had time to save
up that kind of money. But I still cook. Just last night I made…”
She stared off with a spark in her wide, dark brown eyes as she
described the details of everything she had cooked recently. I didn’t
know anything about food beyond what I had read in restaurant
menus, but the way the names of spices and sauces slid off her
plump pink lips made my mouth water.
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les tanezroufts qui séparent les Tassilis-n-Ahaggar du massif de
l’Ahaggar[47].
Ces pays sont très évolués au point de vue morphologique.
La zone montagneuse, le Massif cristallin, constitue l’ossature
décharnée du Pays cristallin qui se dégage de ces contrées plus ou
moins aplanies, comme la carcasse blanchie d’un chameau en
décomposition sur le « reg ».
Il semble que l’œuvre des volcans n’ait pas été étrangère au
rajeunissement et à la conservation d’une partie de ces reliefs
centraux.
Elle comprend principalement :
Au Nord : une sorte d’arête, le Tifedest, de direction sub-
méridienne ;
Au Sud : cette arête, après un ensellement, s’empâte en une
vaste masse montagneuse semblant présenter dans la répartition de
ses parties culminantes une grossière direction Est-Ouest, vaste
système montagneux dont le massif le plus important, le plus élevé,
est appelé par les Touareg Atakor-n-Ahaggar (pommeau de
l’Ahaggar) ou Tehount-n-Ahaggar (grosse pierre de l’Ahaggar)[48] ;
et dans lequel les Touareg distinguent en particulier l’Ahaggar-oua-
hegerin (haut Ahaggar) et l’Ahaggar-oua-gezzoulen (bas Ahaggar),
l’Anahef, le Serkout, l’Ajjer, etc.[49].
Le Massif cristallin fait contraste avec l’Avant-pays cristallin par
son caractère réellement montagneux.
Il est prématuré pour le moment de chercher à distinguer quels
rôles exacts ont pu jouer des affaissements[50] ou ont joué des
volcans dans l’individualisation du Massif cristallin ou encore, la
résistance relative des roches qu’on y rencontre.
Dans le Massif cristallin les oueds ahaggariens présentent des
caractères d’évolution variés : certaines vallées paraissent très
évoluées et présentent sur leurs flancs des terrasses d’alluvions ;
d’autres semblent en pleine jeunesse et sont fort accidentées.
Le contraste est souvent saisissant.
Il est vrai que les vallées ayant des caractères morphologiques
très différents dans les pays de roches grenues, dans ceux de
Schistes cristallins et dans ceux d’épanchements volcaniques, il
semble souvent que l’on constate l’existence de stades d’évolution
différents, alors qu’en réalité il s’agit de façons d’évoluer différentes
en rapport avec la nature du sol, dont le caractère de divergence est
accentué à un point rare dans ces pays.
Sans doute aussi l’activité de creusement des oueds sahariens
s’est réfugiée, localisée progressivement, dans leur cours tout à fait
supérieur pour aplanir les derniers reliefs importants qui subsistent
du massif central et parce que ces monts élevés reçoivent encore
pas mal d’eau ; et les oueds sahariens conservent là une certaine
jeunesse qui est en antithèse avec le reste de leur cours.
Des affaissements ont pu jouer un rôle important dans le
rajeunissement inégal de certains oueds par des bouleversements
divers dans leurs profils en long ; ainsi s’expliquerait en même temps
la présence de certaines terrasses.
Des oscillations du niveau marin dans des golfes sahariens[51]
(dont nous avons montré la possibilité d’existence dans le passé, au
début de ce travail), en un temps où les oueds sahariens auraient
coulé d’un bout à l’autre de leur cours et auraient ainsi été
comparables, dans leur activité, à de vrais fleuves et rivières,
pourraient expliquer également la formation de certaines terrasses
qui seraient ainsi la conséquence de ces variations d’un lointain
niveau de base ?!
Les volcans ont contribué, semble-t-il, par leurs épanchements à
changer la physionomie de certaines vallées et par des coulées
formant barrages ou occupant le fond des vallées le profil en long de
certains oueds, qui ont été ainsi amenés à modifier complètement
leur activité sur des niveaux de base nouveaux s’échelonnant
d’amont en aval ; d’une part ces oueds se sont mis à alluvionner sur
certaines parties de leur cours, d’autre part ils ont repris une action
de creusement dans d’autres ; une nouvelle formule d’activité
particulièrement compliquée a présidé à leur vie ; on trouve là
également l’explication de certaines terrasses.
Peut-être pourrait-on envisager la possibilité d’un passé glaciaire
pour l’interprétation des formes de certaines vallées ; certains
modelés offrent des caractères de similitude curieux avec ceux dus à
l’action des glaciers.
Dans le massif du Tellerteba (2.200 m. environ) des cirques
peuvent évoquer la présence passée dans ce massif de glaciers
suspendus, mais ils peuvent aussi représenter les restes d’immenses
cratères très anciens et d’un type particulier.
Des vallées des régions hautes présentent parfois des espèces de
seuils rocheux que l’on pourrait assimiler à des verrous glaciaires (les
oueds post-glaciaires auraient creusé ces verrous dans la suite et la
présence de certaines terrasses à l’amont pourrait ainsi encore être
expliquée) ; mais ces seuils avec contre-pente peuvent être
expliqués aussi par la seule dureté relative du rocher.
Des terrasses ont un tel développement dans certaines vallées
qu’on pourrait y voir des terrasses de fonte de glaciers.
Il existe des roches moutonnées, mais l’effet de l’insolation sur
les roches grenues les explique aussi.
Il semble pour le moment que l’on doive attribuer la création de
ces contrastes, de ces terrasses et de ces formes suspectes au
travail très particulier des oueds de ces régions, combiné à l’action
de l’insolation, la gelée, les crises de ruissellement, les alternatives
d’humidité et de sécheresse et le vent[52], sur un pays cristallin
ayant été travaillé par des érosions antérieures de formules
différentes de celles dont il est l’objet actuellement, ayant subi peut-
être des mouvements variés et ayant été certainement le théâtre de
manifestations volcaniques violentes.
Dans tous les cas, les oueds ahaggariens réduits en général pour
le moment à une vie torrentielle discontinue et intermittente,
semblent avoir passé par une période de vie plus active pendant
laquelle ils devaient couler en surface, constamment, et sur tout leur
cours ; le Sahara semble avoir passé ainsi par une phase humide.
Ceci nous ramène à la question de la mer saharienne discutée au
début de ce travail.
I
Aptitude du sol à recevoir une voie ferrée de la Hamada de
Tinghert aux Tassilis et dans les régions d’Amguid et de
Raris.
II
Ressources en eau.
[53] Extrait d’un rapport fait pour M. Fock par l’auteur de ce travail.
[54] L’absence de Branchipus à Tin-Eselmaken semble indiquer que les
eaux de Tin-Eselmaken ne sont pas stagnantes.
[55] Il n’est pas marqué sur la carte au 1/1.000.000.
[56] Lorsque j’ai passé à Tounourt ce puits était comblé, l’oued Arami
étant « venu » récemment. J’ai fait boire mes chameaux à un
« abankor » voisin qui traduisait l’état encore très gorgé d’eaux des
alluvions de l’oued Arami, par suite de cette dernière venue.
[57] Calotropis procera.
II
ÉTUDES BOTANIQUES
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3º Le Tafeltast (T).
C’est là un arbuste très particulier, dont la feuille est odorante
lorsqu’on l’écrase. Il n’a pas encore été déterminé.
Je l’ai rencontré sur les contreforts Nord-Ouest du Tahat, associé
à l’Aleo et à un troisième arbuste dont je n’ai alors pas même pu
connaître le nom targui.
Dans le même vallon il y avait sur les arbustes une espèce de
liane non moins étonnante.
Ces contreforts Nord et Nord-Ouest du Tahat mériteraient une
étude botanique approfondie.
Nous avons retrouvé le Tafeltast à In-Ebeggi, au sommet de
l’oued In-Takoufi (dans le Tifedest) à une altitude moindre.
1º Des Tamaricinées :
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