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My Angel

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Jul 28, 2012


Monique makes her living by running errands and keeping house for chronically ill patients. She has a tidy existence until Russell Davison hires her to care for his sister, who has cancer. When Russell encounters Monique, what he thinks will be a good thing turns his life upside down! Monique is hiding something and won’t let him close. Will he figure it out? Will she let him?

Jul 28, 2012

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Jessie can’t remember NOT writing. She lives in the country with her husband of 26y and knows how much work and joy goes into a happy ending. She spent the last 2 decades raising and home schooling her 3 precocious (and wonderful) children while writing to maintain her sanity. Now that her children are grown, she begins to look outward to publishing her writing and hopes you enjoy it. *COMING SOON! Emanations- little poetry bytes

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My Angel - JC Edwards

My Angel


JC Edwards

My Angel

Copyright 2012 by JC Edwards

Published By JC Edwards

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To my Prince Charming, Ed, and to my brother, Eric.

Chapter 1

Monique packed away the last of the Christmas ornaments with a sigh. Another year of Christmas had passed and nothing much had changed. Relations with her Dad were still a bit awkward. She wondered if it would always be that way. Christmas movies always showed happy family gatherings and joyous friendships. Lonely was not a word for the holidays. But lonely she had been since her sister had died, even in the presence of her dad. She wrapped another ornament and thought, happily ever after was a thing for fairy tales and movies.

Tossing her head in a gesture of defiance, she lifted a box and trudged out to her garage to put it away. Her hair swished against her shoulders reminding her of another anniversary coming up in a few weeks. She didn't want to think about it yet.

The phone rang interrupting the silence. It continued nagging at her until she reached the counter and picked it up.

This is My Angel, Monique Myers speaking.

I've heard you are a personal assistant for people in need, a deep voice said in clipped tones.

I guess you could say that. Chronically ill people were usually 'in need'. Tact did nothing to hide the bare facts. I run errands and do household tasks they are unable to perform. She flopped down on the couch and put her feet up. Are you in need?

There was a long, painful pause.

Yes. My sister has, well she's - The man cleared his throat audibly and she jumped in.

You don't need to give me details if it's uncomfortable. Let me take her information and yours, and see what I can do.

Unaware of the personal thoughts of the other party on the phone, Monique was doing some fantasizing. Oh, she knew it was childish. Her fantasy had magic in it. Flicking a magic wand to make the sickness go away, causing her clients to live that happily ever after, was a constant desire and a curse just the same. She hated it, but that didn't stop her. It was always the same fairy tale. She sighed and waited for him to explain.

Typically there were two types of customer, she thought. Those that attacked their disease with confidence, sometimes laced with anger, and those that were uncomfortable talking about the fact that they or their loved one was sick and could very well die. This man was the uncomfortable type and she tried to give him space.

Absently she played with a piece of discarded tinsel that had been on the floor. What else did she have to do on this January day? It gave her an excuse to avoid going over to her dad's and she got out of cleaning up the depressing mess all around her for a few more minutes, although she knew she could've been picking up as they spoke.

She pictured an older man with a family and a sick sister, trying to find a solution to his problem and make himself feel better about not spending enough time with her. She knew about that.

My name is Russell Davison. My sister's name is Karen. he said, I finally talked her into allowing me to hire someone to help her, but I promised her she could meet you before we made final arrangements. His tone said he didn't like it.

Naturally. Where does she live? I can go over and meet her next week and then we can speak again.

Monique took Karen's information down and promised to let him know how it went.


Russell twirled a pen and tried to picture the woman on the other end of the phone. Then he laughed at himself, knowing he most probably was talking to some middle aged grandma type who baked cookies in her spare time. But that didn't stop him. Her voice was intriguing, almost musical. He wondered if the woman would be equally fascinating.

She asked if he was in need. Yeah. What were they talking about again?

He got up to pace the room, careful to navigate boxes while he held the phone. He didn't want his life complicated right now. Especially at this crucial time when he was planning on moving to the next state over so that he could be closer to Karen.

He thought about his sister going through this all over and figured the cosmos really had a mixed up sense of justice or something.

No one would ever know how hard he'd fought to get this far. Nothing was going to stop him now. He knew she wouldn't like it, just the thought of that made him grin. Karen didn't yet know about his move.

The woman spoke some more and once again her voice was a welcome distraction. He decided if a need to protect and help his sister wasn't motivation enough for him to move to Ralleigh, the desire to meet this woman might push him over the edge.

But then she had to go and get all understanding on him. Maybe he didn't want to meet her after all. Russell ran a hand over his face and whooshed out a breath. He hated that she was being so patient with him. He hated that she even needed to, and that he was so uncomfortable talking about the elephant in the room. He didn't suppose his silence or anger was helping anything, either. Certainly, she didn't deserve the blame for his sister's situation. But he still didn't have to like it.


Karen was a vibrant woman of about 30 years old. Looking at her you would never know she was battling cancer. Monique felt her spirit and responded in kind. The hardest part of her job was staying positive and inserting hope into everything she gave. People like Karen made it easier for her by being so positive herself.

Your brother asked me to meet with you. He said you were hesitant to accept help. Monique said, as they sat with their tea and got acquainted.

Karen rolled expressive

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