Truth, Lies and Deception (the boyband series)

While Rick was on the phone, the doorbell rang. Abigail looked at the security monitor and saw a cute, little convertible parked outside the gate, where an equally cute blonde was standing with the car door open, obviously wanting to be seen clearly in the monitor.

Abigail narrowed her eyes curiously and pushed the button that opened the gate. She was just opening the front door when the blonde drove up and stepped out of the car. She noticed that her very short halter dress exposed a little too much cleavage and that fact, along with a few others, led her to believe that her “assets” probably were as fake as her hair colour.

After that unfortunate night she’d gotten shot, Abigail made sure that her gun was everywhere she went and this was no exception. She was lucky that it was small enough to fit into her purse, yet deadly. This time, she had it tucked safely beneath her t-shirt.

“Can I help you?” she asked the blonde on the doorstep.

The blonde scrutinized her from head to toe before giving her a disgusted look.

“Is Ricky here?” she asked swinging her bag over her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, he’s not having any visitors right now.” Abigail replied sweetly.

The blonde put her hands on her hips and glared at Abigail.

“Why don’t you just go inside and tell him that Kirsten is here?” she pointed a finger inside, “I’m sure he’s expecting me.”

Abigail had opened her mouth to give Miss Kirsten a piece of her mind when Rick appeared at the door.

“Ricky!” Kirsten squealed, making Abigail wince while she launched herself into his arms.

“Uh, Kirsten, hi.” He said releasing her quickly when he caught the glare he was receiving from Abigail, “What are you doing here?”

Kirsten laughed and slapped him playfully.

“You said you’d see me after the tour right? Well, here I am!”

“But the tour’s been postponed.” Rick explained as he watched Abigail fold her arms and watch the two.

“I know and I’m sorry to hear about what happened to you.” She said with mock sincerity, “But I couldn’t let you come back to an empty house, could I?” she asked seductively, totally ignoring Abigail. “I mean, after all, we are so good together.” She stressed.

Abigail shot him a hard look before stalking off.

“Abby!” Rick called after her, but she ignored him.

“What’s wrong with your housekeeper?” Kirsten asked.

“She’s not my housekeeper. She’s my girlfriend.” Rick told her firmly.

Kirsten laughed loudly.

“Sure Ricky. You don’t have girlfriends. You don’t even know the meaning of the word “commitment”!”

Rick stepped out the door and closed it so Abby wouldn’t overhear the rest of their conversation. But it was too late.

Abigail stalked into the kitchen and then out the back door towards the beach. She sat on the sand and it was only then that she allowed herself to cry. She was right all along. A relationship with a person like Rick would never work out. She was the committed type and after what she’d just heard, he wasn’t. Even if she’d foolishly convinced herself that she could have a physical relationship with him and not walk away with any emotional baggage, she knew in her heart that that wasn’t true. She loved him too much for that. As for Rick, he wasn’t the kind to fall in love. She was in a no-win situation with everything to lose.

She was sure, after the case was done and she left, he wouldn’t even remember her name. He was too young and too popular to be committed to one person.

Besides, even if they did get together, they were both on different sides of the country and both of their jobs kept them too busy to even maintain a relationship. They were both just fooling themselves into thinking that things could work out between then. They were both foolish. But she was foolish and in love.