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His weekend had passed by for him with many happy smiles as his own boys texted him on and off. It had started with just that first text, which he’d not replied to right away, and then there had been a massage after they’d landed, to which he had responded to right away.
“Morning Boys, it’s nice to talk to you. Sorry I didn’t answer your first text. I didn’t want your mother to hear the phone and you two to get in trouble.” Had been what he’d sent.
“We turned the sound down.” He got right back.
“Where is your mother now?” Calvin had asked.
“Waiting for someone else to arrive.” They’d sent back.
And that had been how it all started, his first conversation with the two boys that were his sons, and it had made him very happy. It hadn’t taken long to find out that, that someone had been an Aunty Anabell and that had made Calvin chuckle into his apartment.
He’d heard from Wil that Anabell was off on a spa weekend with one of her old friends from back in law school days, who had supposedly moved to another state. He even knew that Wil had taken her to the airport himself and seen her off.
Marilyn was away with Wil’s wife and he knew it. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she happened to know two women named Anabell. That Wil’s wife was also out of state right now. Wil though didn’t even appear to know who his wife was with right that minute, though he likely knew exactly where she was going to be.
Calvin hadn’t brought it up with Wil, he’d just left it alone. Although he was now curious as to when Marilyn and Anabell had reconnected with each other, and how that had come about. It could, he thought, only have happened through Wil. Either Marilyn had recalled Anabell or Wil had offered to have those two meet up and
talk.
Which to Calvin could only mean one of two things: Marilyn was curious about her life as Marrin, and she wanted to talk to someone that wasn’t involved in anything he’d done, Or Wil had offered her to be in contact with one of her own old friends. Both, he thought, were for the same purpose; to help Marilyn recall her past by talking to someone that had known her, when she was Marrin.
That could only be a good thing as far as he was concerned.
Cal and Vin had managed to take that phone everywhere with them. Likely they had it in a pocket of their clothing, or they were carrying a backpack everywhere they went. He’d seen they’d had a backpack in the ICU. That was going to be the most likely explanation. It was too big a phone for a child’s pocket. A part of him wondered now if he should have gotten the Galaxy flip instead of the Galaxy fold.
He’d checked the weather where they had landed, and the Rocky Mountains! He’d thought was an understatement, as he saw just how far north they were, and the airport they’d landed at. They couldn’t really get any further north in a plane without crossing the border he didn’t think.
They had moved about up there on Flathead Lake in and around the area, and had in fact gone all the way around that lake the following day. Were sightseeing, he guessed, where he got random texts during the
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course of the day about odd things the boys wanted to share. He could only smile and put it down to that they were just seven, and where they were and what they were doing.
Hed responded with short simple texts, not knowing where Marilyn or Anabell were and trying to make sure the boys wouldn’t get into trouble. They’d texted more when they’d gone to bed each night and were likely behind a closed door where their mother could hear or see them. They told him about their day in full, and
he’d actively texted them back.
It did occur to him over that weekend that this kind of behaviour now, could be seen as, later on in life, they
would be boys that would sneak out of the house or have secrets from not only himself, but their mother as
well. Then he’d wondered if he should try and curb that?
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It was kind of a catch 22 situation for him, because he knew in one hand, Marilyn wouldn’t war
the other hand, he really did want to be able to talk with the boys. Which was also him keeping weir secret. It wasn’t technically wrong of him, he’d not told them to do this, not started that conversation between therm
and himself.
Wil had told him that although he wasn’t allowed to personally text them, he’d also told him to answer any and all texts or phone calls from that phone, because it could only be Marilyn or the boys needing something
from him.
He also didn’t have Marilyn’s number to let her know what the boys were doing, but again he did have Anabell’s, and he could have texted her what was going on; ask her to inform Marilyn. But he had a feeling if he did that, Marilyn would take the phone from the boys and likely switch it off, and he’d have no contact with
the boys at all.
Something he didn’t want, something he thought the boys wouldn’t want either now. They seemed very happy sending him text messages. So he’d let it go and just allowed the twins to talk to him as they wanted to. The only thing he’d actually been unhappy about all weekend had been when he’d gotten a text about they’d had fun exploring their new house. That had actually made him sigh heavily into his apartment.
Marilyn, it seemed, was prepping to move away from him once more and there was nothing he could do about it because he understood he wasn’t supposed to know about that house or where it was. That phone was supposed to still be showing it was back in Virginia. So if he brought it up; that new house of hers, up there in Montana, then the boys would get into real trouble, he imagined.
He not only knew where in Montana, on Flathead Lake somewhere, he also knew that Anabell herself had gone right to the very house. So, he figured Wil would have the information at hand too. He took a breath in and let it go. Tried not to think about her wanting to get up and vanish into the night without telling him.
A part of him wondered how much effort she had gone to, to try and hide the buying of that house. Was it again a private sale? He couldn’t really blame her at this time, she didn’t know him or what to expect from him. He also owned several properties himself, so it could be that she just wanted another home to go to at times; a summer or winter home, so to speak.
He had an apartment and Cliffside here in Texas and a house out in San Francisco, for business trips out to Silicon Valley, because he was there four or five times a year, anywhere from a few days, to weeks and sometimes for a month, depending on the reason he was there. He’d found that it was not only easier to have a house and a permanent place to be located while there, that it was also cheaper than paying for a
hotel suite all the time.
Though that house, it was registered to C.R. Technology. All its employees that needed to head out to Silicon
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Valley for work–related purposes, were allowed to stay in that house. It saved them coming back here to the company accountant and her having to deal with tax receipts covering their accommodation for their
business trips.
So he wasn’t the only one to use it or know about it, and he’d owned it before being married to Marrin. She also knew of that house out there. It had not been a secret and she herself had stayed in that house, with him at times, and with her own team as well.
He could actually smile at the memories of that, him and her alone together on business trips, especially in that last year of marriage. A part of him had wanted to just bed her relentlessly and, coming home from meetings, he’d pretty much done that, pulled her into their bed, and she’d never said know. They had worked well in that department always, and it had only gotten better as the years passed.
They both knew how to please each other in the bedroom. She’d not really even been shy about it that first time, had looked up at him about two months after being married to each other, as he’d been dropping her off at Cliffside after a charity gala and she’d stated, “Did you want to spend the night with me?” quite boldly.
It had surprised him a little that night, but he’d also known that he was not going to be the one to initiate that part of their relationship. He had made the decision that it was always going to be Marrin that started s*x within their marriage. He’d smiled at her and stated quite simply, “I’d like that, Rin.” and followed her inside the house right to her bedroom.
Where he had liked the s*x, it had been good right from their first time, Marrin had not been awkward about it, and he’d not been her first. She’d known what she wanted and how to get it as well. Something he’d actually liked about her was that she’d known what it was she wanted, as well as how to go about getting it
