Love is Hard, Boook II, Loving Kate

By Boots Hudson

John's a returning veteran who took a bullet in the hip. When he returns to his hometown a couple of days early, he finds his supposed girlfriend making out with someone else. Angry at this betrayal, he decides to go after her baby-sister Kate as revenge. However, she is more wonderful and fun than Paige was and he finds himself falling for her. She finds out why he was going after her and shuts him out. But now he cannot get her out of his head. He tries to move on, but after a year she suddenly shows up in his life. Will she forgive him or is she just there to remind him of what he is missing for doing such a terrible thing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boots Hudson
• Release date: May 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311362506

Boots Hudson

Boots Hudson is the pseudonym for a lover of erotic fiction. He loves to both read and write erotic fiction. He is a retired Army veteran and father of one.

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Love Is Hard, Book II

Loving Kate

Published by Boots Hudson at Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Boots Hudson

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1. Coming Home

Chapter 2. Paige’s Sister

Chapter 3. Now It’s Kate

Chapter 4. Confrontation

Chapter 5. Losing Kate

Chapter 6. Kate Resurfaces

Chapter 7. Kate Haunts Me

Chapter 8. Kate Returns

Chapter 9. Life Goes On

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Prologue

I thought I would write down how my life got to where it is now. Love is exquisite. Love is hard. Love is fulfilling. Love is pain. It’s all those things and all the other emotional items that have two sides. This is my story and it hurts. No matter how good things can be, it still hurts.

Coming Home

----- Four and a half years ago

I stood there and stared, momentarily shocked at what I was seeing. My supposed girlfriend, Paige, was in the back of the bar where her baby sister Kate had told me she had gone, making out with a supposed friend, Tony. This was no chaste kiss. This was the spit-swapping kiss of lovers. They were making out in front of several other people, while their hands roamed freely over the other’s body. I should have turned and immediately left, but I was rooted to the floor. I couldn’t believe that these two were so blatant about it, doing it in front of six or seven other people who knew us all. I guess my early arrival was really going to be a surprise to them. The plan had been to return on Sunday, not today, Friday. My soon to be ex-friend had promised to come to the airport with my soon to be ex-girlfriend and pick me up. That must have given them something to chuckle about.

Suddenly, one of the traitors surrounding the pool table looked over and saw me and poked the one next to him in the ribs. I noticed it and was going to bolt, but I was still in such shock and, to add pain to my current injury, was not fast using the cane that I had to support the leg where I had had surgery. I also couldn’t take my eyes off what was happening. Had I really loved this girl? How could I have been so wrong about her? How could the bitch write me letters like nothing had changed between us while I was deployed? What kind of two-faced individual does it take to try to pull that off?

In any case, all of these were going through my mind while the others spread the word that I had arrived. Finally, Paige and Tony, the traitorous couple, managed to rip their lips apart and turn to look at me. Then it got worse. Paige smiled and left his arms to come over to me even as I was deciding to turn and leave. She had the gall to come bounding over to me like a small excited child, her supposed glee in every bounce. I guess she didn’t know I had been watching for a while.

Hey, baby, I thought you weren’t coming home until Sunday.

I stared at her and she stopped short as she finally managed to see the pain, hurt, and seething anger in my eyes. Well, I’m sorry I spoiled your tonsil inspection of Tony. Fuck off and get away from me.

She then had the sense not to touch me. She had been reaching out to put her hand on my arm, but I think she saw that she might lose it. John, I need to explain what’s going on.

I don’t care what’s going on and never will. You two can go back to your public display of spit-swapping.

John, please, that’s rude.

Rude? You want to know what rude is? Rude is coming back early from a deployment where I got shot to see someone I loved and trusted kissing a friend I also trusted like they were long time lovers. Well, go back and have fun, you and I will not be seeing each other again.

She realized that she had been discovered in a lie and seemed to sag. Sorry, John. She didn’t say anything else as I glared at her, wishing that she would spontaneously combust.

I mocked her. That’s all you have to say? ’Sorry, John?’ You sound like a little kid caught taking one of your mother’s cookies off the baking sheet, not a cheating slut that got caught by her supposed boyfriend making out with one of his friends. That’s pathetic. I was almost ready to strike her with the cane I was so angry. I lowered my voice and spoke so that it was a hoarse whisper with all the venom I could conjure. Just get away from me.

Paige had the good sense to back away. I noticed that Tony had the good sense to look ashamed and stay far away from me. Good thing. I wouldn’t have held back from striking him with the cane.

I finally swiveled, as much as I could swivel, and headed out the door. Everything was quiet in the bar and nobody said anything else. I walked to my car, opened it, threw the cane in, and climbed behind the wheel. The pain in my hip was not so bad right now. After I had eased into the seat I thought about it some more. Had I really loved Paige? I thought I had wanted to be with her permanently. I even had the ring in my pocket to prove it. I collapsed against the wheel and took deep breaths as I tried not to let my emotions overcome me. I wanted to let it out, hit something, yell and scream, but I couldn’t do it in the parking lot. I had to get the hell out of there.

I backed up and left. I drove to my mother’s house where I was staying until I figured