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  Sweet Angel

  Book V of the Commitment Series

  Published by BADGER BLISS BOOKS at Smashwords

  Copyright, 2015 by Karen D. Badger

  DEDICATION

  To all the sweet angels who left us too soon.

  You will always be remembered…you will always be loved.

  ALSO WRITTEN BY KAREN D. BADGER AND

  AVAILABLE FROM BADGER BLISS BOOKS:

  ON A WING AND A PRAYER

  YESTERDAY ONCE MORE

  IN A FAMILY WAY

  UNCHAINED MEMORIES

  HAPPY CAMPERS

  THE BLUE FEATHER

  COLLECTIVE IDENTITY

  ALL MY TOMORROWS

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  Sweet Angel

  Book V of the Commitment Series

  A BADGER BLISS BOOK

  By

  Karen D. Badger

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, locales and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  SWEET ANGEL - BOOK V OF THE COMMITMENT SERIES

  Copyright © 2015 by Karen D. Badger

  www.karendbadger.com

  Cover art by Andrea Ramsay, [email protected]

  Cover design by Karen D. Badger

  A Badger Bliss Book

  Published by Badger Bliss Books

  Georgia, VT 05468

  www.badgerblissbooks.com

  ISBN 13: 978-1508786566

  ISBN 10: 1508786569

  First Edition, June, 2015 at Smashwords

  Printed in the United States of America and in the United Kingdom

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  As usual, my beta readers provide an invaluable service. They find my mistakes, express their opinions about my characters and plot, and help me to improve my skills as a writer. They are an essential part of the writing and editing process. I find myself fortunate to have an outstanding and wonderfully diverse group of women who lend their time and talents to my making my books the best they can be. That said, I'd like to express my extreme gratitude to my wife, Bliss, my mom, Ellie Atherton and my very good friends, Donna Brown and Carol Poynor, for their hard work and for being forthright and honest in their opinions and feedback. You guys rock!

  Special thanks to Sheri Barnett for validating the medical information in this story…and for being my pseudo-little sister (love ya, Big Guy!).

  Finally, I couldn't do this without support from my family…including those related by blood, and those related by love. Thank you all for being a part of my life.

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Titles from Karen D. Badger and Badger Bliss Books

  Coming soon from Badger Bliss Books

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  CHAPTER 1

  It was an early Saturday afternoon. The sun was bright and high overhead. A slight breeze filled the air, but did little to dispel the heat. The sounds of suburbia were everywhere. Children playing…birds chirping…water splashing in a backyard pool…the sounds of a sprinkler gracing the neighbor's lawn with a much needed blanket of moisture…the steady hum of a lawn mower.

  Billie pushed the mower back and forth across the front yard, leaving neat, overlapping stripes of mowed grass behind her. Beads of sweat lined her upper lip while streams of salty sweat rolled down the side of her face from her hairline. The sun beat across tanned arms, shoulders, and long muscular legs, left bare by a scantily cut tank top and cut off denim shorts. On her head sat a baseball cap, lent to her by her son more than a year ago to cover up baldness from brain surgery. Dark hair, having long since grown out beyond her shoulders, was pulled back and neatly entwined in a French braid. White ankle socks and construction boots adorned her feet, while aviator sunglasses protected her piercing blue eyes from the sun's rays. The sun reflected off the sheen of sweat that covered her bronzed skin. Motorists and passersby alike extended greetings as Billie pushed the mower across the yard.

  Along the walkway leading from the front porch to the sidewalk, Cat busied herself planting fresh annuals. Kneeling in the grass along the walk, she dug straight, neat trenches with her garden spade, readying the soil to accept the colorful flowers. With a complexion too fair for prolonged exposure to the sun, Cat wore a wide-brimmed straw hat banded in white silk on her red-gold hair, which had also been entwined in a French braid. A sleeveless button-down shirt with tails tied under her breasts exposed a firmly sculptured abdomen and tiny waist, while cut-off denim shorts adorned her slim hips and thighs. Leather sandals graced slender feet while John Lennon sunglasses perched on her finely chiseled nose. White garden gloves with red polka dots protected delicate hands from the grit and grime of gardening.

  Cat sat back on her heels and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, spade still hanging loosely from it. She looked around and caught sight of Billie out of the corner of her eye and for the next few moments, watched her push the mower back and forth. She found herself admiring the way the muscles in Billie's legs contracted with each step, while her deltoids bulged with the effort to push the mower along in a straight line.

  Now that's what I call eye candy, she thought to herself, grinning smugly at the knowledge that the bronze goddess was all hers.

  Cat couldn't believe she and Billie had been together for more than six years already. Seth was only six, and Tara was four when they met. She remembered how tenuous her relationship with Billie had been in the beginning. When they first met in an aerobics class, Cat didn't know Seth even existed. She only found out later that he had spent nearly six months in a coma after being hit by a drunk driver passing his school bus. That certainly explained why Billie was reluctant to spend time with her in the evenings. She discovered later that Billie spent each evening after teaching her aerobics class, sitting by her son's bedside in the hospital.

  To be fair, Cat had to admit that at first, she wasn't forthcoming about Tara's existence either. Billie only found out about her when she showed up at her apartment one day and Tara answered the door because Cat was too ill with appendicitis to answer it herself. Cat credited Billie with saving her life that day. By that time, they had fallen in love and although their joint secrets complicated their lives, they worked through them and committed themselves to each other and their children.

  So much had happened to them since that first day at the gym. Not long after they blended their families and moved in
together. Billie's ex-husband, Brian, broke into their home with intent to rob them in punishment of Billie for not giving him money for drugs. Unfortunately, Cat and the children were home, and in an attempt to protect the children from him, she succumbed to Brian's advances. The only good thing that came from that encounter was their baby girl, Skylar, who had just turned six years old.

  Life changed significantly from that point on. As a lawyer, Billie successfully lobbied to change the marriage laws in their home state of New York, allowing them to legally marry, followed by the adoption of each other's children. Then the unthinkable happened—Brian once again invaded their lives and their home, holding Cat and the kids hostage, and shooting Billie in the head during an attempted rescue.

  Cat felt tears fill her eyes as she recalled the painful memories. They would have lost Billie that day had it not been for the medical training Cat received years earlier while studying to become an anesthesiologist. She managed to tend to Billie's wounds while waiting for the ambulance and after a time, Billie made a full recovery…at least they thought she had.

  One morning, nearly a year after the shooting, Billie was unresponsive and landed back in the hospital. Scar tissue from the gunshot wound was blocking vital functions in her brain. Cat found herself in the unfortunate position of having to make a potentially catastrophic decision about Billie's treatment, one that could put her in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. As it was, Billie recovered full mobility, but not her memory. Worst of all, Billie didn't remember her, nor their life together, insisting she wasn't gay and becoming fearful and angry with Cat's outward displays of affection.

  Cat was devastated at the thought of losing the one person who made her complete. With the help of her family and their best friends, Jen and Fred Swenson, Billie's memory slowly returned. Cat truly didn't know how she would have coped without Jen's help. Jen kept her encouraged at times when Billie's lack of memory seemed hopeless, and she was always there for them when they needed someone to watch the kids at a moment's notice. She truly felt blessed to have such dedicated and loving friends in Jen and Fred.

  Billie stopped and made eye contact with Cat. The lawn mower continued to purr beside her as she stood with one hand on her hip, the other holding the safety shutoff bar on the mower, her weight shifted to one hip, and her eyebrows perched high on her forehead.

  "You look like you're a thousand miles away. Is everything okay?" Billie asked.

  Cat rose to her feet and approached Billie, stopping only when a hair's breadth separated their bodies. She looked into Billie's face and smiled seductively, then reached behind her neck to pull her down into a kiss.

  The mower suddenly died as Billie released the emergency shutoff bar to wrap her arms around Cat. The kiss deepened until Cat's knees were too weak to support her. Little did they care that they were in full view of passersby and neighbors alike. Moments later, they broke apart and looked once more into each other's eyes.

  "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but what was that for?" Billie asked.

  "That was for being the most beautiful creature on Earth," Cat replied, grinning ear to ear.

  "Not true," Billie replied. "And I know this because I am looking at the most beautiful creature on Earth right now," she added as she smiled and lowered her head for another kiss.

  Suddenly, the sound of a man clearing his voice echoed in her ear. The ladies' heads turned quickly in the direction of the sound.

  Cat smiled as she lowered her arms from around Billie's neck and turned around in her wife's embrace. Billie maintained her current position, with her arms circling Cat's waist from behind.

  "Hi Bert," Cat said cheerfully. "What have you got for us today?" she asked.

  "Good afternoon, ladies," he said. "Well, let's see, a few bills, a sales flyer, and, oh yes, a letter, from...ah, let me see...yes, from Michigan," the elderly mailman said, shuffling through the envelopes before handing them to Cat.

  Bert smiled at the ladies as he watched Cat flip through the envelopes. These two ladies held a special place in the old mailman's heart. Not only were they sociable, kind and very beautiful, but they treated him with respect, even going so far as to insist he come in from the cold and share hot chocolate with them one very frigid winter day as he delivered mail. And as far as their lifestyle was concerned, it didn't concern him one bit. He had seen some pretty unique people in his many years of delivering the mail, but all that mattered to him was that they were good, decent people, and treated him considerately…just like these two ladies did. Bert wished all of his deliveries were this pleasant.

  Cat thanked Bert as he walked away then handed the letter from Michigan over her shoulder to Billie. "This one's addressed to you, love. It's from your mom."

  Billie released Cat from the circle of her arms as she took the letter. She looked at the handwriting, nervously recalling the first time she and Cat met with her mother just three months earlier.

  The meeting had been uneasy and tense. Billie had learned that her mother, Laurel, sold her as a baby for drug money nearly thirty-four years earlier. She also learned that she had a half brother, Dylan, and a homophobic stepfather named Jim, whom she had yet to meet. That was one introduction she was not looking forward to.

  The search for her mother had started quite by accident. While attempting to construct genealogies for themselves, she and Cat discovered that the two people Billie had spent her entire life believing were her parents were in fact, not. They had purchased her on the black market and had raised her as their own. It wasn't until ten years after their deaths that she learned the truth.

  While searching for their roots, Billie and Cat interviewed Cat's grandparents, Josephine Wycliffe and Alexandria Spirakis, a wealthy elderly couple from Charleston, South Carolina. The physical resemblance between Billie and Alexandria was stunning, so much so, that further investigation lead to the revelation that Alex had given birth to what she was told at the time, was a stillborn baby girl fifty-five years earlier. Even though Alex was told otherwise, she was convinced in her heart that the child was still alive. The connection she felt to Billie, combined with the physical resemblance between them, was too strong not to wonder if the child she had lost so many years earlier could be Billie's mother. So started the search that led to Laurel…Alex's daughter and Billie's biological mother.

  Billie's first encounter with Laurel was unpleasant to say the least, mostly due the intense feelings of anger and betrayal she felt for the woman. She just could not understand how a mother could sell her child for drugs. Admitting that her life probably would not have turned out as wonderful as it had if Laurel had kept her was not enough to erase the feelings of desertion and betrayal.

  Several painful confrontations ensued before the women struggled to come to terms with each other in an attempt to build a mother-daughter relationship. Since that time, they exchanged letters, e-mails and phone calls, managing to build a friendly camaraderie, but lacking that deep emotional bond shared by a parent and child. Three months later, the relationship was still distant and admittedly, Billie was having a hard time completely letting go of the hurt.

  "Billie?" Cat placed a hand on Billie's arm and drew her out of her trance as she stared at the envelope.

  Billie snapped back to awareness at the sound of Cat's voice. She smiled nervously.

  "Billie, are you all right?" Cat asked.

  Billie just nodded and sat down on the porch steps. For several moments, she looked at the front of the envelope. The slope of the penmanship prompted a thought that her mother's handwriting was similar to her own. She slid her little finger under the flap and tore it along the top of the envelope. She retrieved the letter and placed the empty envelope on the step beside her and looked nervously at Cat.

  "Do you want me to read it to you?" Cat asked.

  Billie seriously considered Cat's offer for a few moments before she declined. "No, I'll do it."

  Cat lowered herself to the step beside Billie and picke
d up the empty envelope. She inspected it absent-mindedly as Billie read the letter to herself. When Billie was finished, she took a deep breath and sighed.

  "Is everything okay?" Cat asked.

  Billie pulled Cat in for a hug. "Everything is fine, Cat. At least it is now," she replied.

  "What do you mean?" Cat asked, concern edging her voice.

  Billie held the letter in front of her. "Laurel says here that she and Jim went through some rough times after she returned from South Carolina. Apparently, Jim feels threatened by my presence…and Alex's," Billie explained.

  "Threatened?" Cat asked. "How so?"

  "She thinks he's afraid of losing her to us, I guess," Billie surmised.

  "Billie, I hope he doesn't force her to choose between him and her child. If that happens, he will surely lose. Laurel made it very clear that she won't allow him to come between the two of you," Cat reminded her.

  Billie nodded as she scanned the letter once more.

  "Apparently, she let him have it with both barrels, accusing him of being insecure and close minded," Billie said, paraphrasing the letter.

  "Wow," Cat exclaimed. "But didn't you just say that everything's fine? I guess they worked it out."

  "It appears so," Billie replied. "Maybe he realized that an open heart has limitless capacity."