My Mail Order Wife (The Value of a Man Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

He needed a house with a backyard for his soon-to-be-son to play in. 

    It was a crappy day. It seemed to matter little which way she turned, crap was slapping her in the face.  Big open-handed slaps that snapped her head from left to right.  When she arrived home, the simple slaps she had received on the job were nothing in comparison to the fist she got in the face.  Douglas was waiting excitedly for her to arrive home.  When the boy started to talk, he called her Mama and she never saw a real need to correct him.  “Mama, Mama,” he yelled as she walked up on the porch.  “Look at what Mr. Spyder gave me!”  He opened his tiny fist to reveal a crumpled up twenty.  TaeTay’s heart sank.
    “And what do you have there, Sweetie?” She asked him.
    “I made some monies today by taking a package across the skreet and handing it to a man in a red car.  When I came back, Mr. Spyder gave me this.  He said I could make some more tomorrow after school and he would buy me some cool shoes with lights in them. Can I Mama? Can I make some more monies with Mr. Spyder?”
    Her head was spinning as the FedEx truck pulled up and the driver brought her another envelope.  “Let’s get inside and get you some dinner, baby, so you can get your bath and read your lessons before going to bed,” she softly said to him. Her mother was standing in the screened door with a very worried look on her face.
    Great.  Here comes the bullet shot to my gut . “What is wrong Mama?”
    “I got a call from the prison today.  That baby’s daddy was shanked yesterday morning and he dead,” she said as if she had gotten rutabagas two for one at the market and she was proud of her accomplishment.
    All TaeTay wanted was to get in the front door, take off her shoes, and maybe have a glass of wine. She heard a familiar horn as Spyder and his crew rolled by the house with him riding shotgun.  The car slowed just enough for him to look at her and grin. A creepy feeling climbed up her back.  There were no such things as coincidences.  Spyder coming around declaring his intentions to take over care of her and the child on the same day Douglas’s father was killed was not a coincidence.  The one playing card she had was now dead.  Douglas no longer had his father’s name to keep him safe. He was now up for grabs by any lieutenant in the gang who wanted to play the father figure.  It was even scarier to think that Spyder was a better choice than many in the crew.
    She looked down at the envelope.  There are no such things as coincidences . She stepped inside and opened the package. The cutout engagement ring made her smile. Thurston Cromwell had some nerve. Ordering himself a wife through the mail. Right now the offer didn’t sound so bad. If she did, and right now she wasn’t certain she would accept the offer, it would be her intention to be the best wife he could ever hope to have because if she left California, she never planned to come back.  She and Douglas would make a new home.  If Thurston was going to be a husband for her, and she prayed that her new husband was going to be a good father to her son. Her response to him was brief.
     
    Dear Mr. Communicator,
     
    I am disappointed that you believe I can be bought like a package of ads for your campaign.  I assume someone has died and now it is your turn in the spotlight.  A ready-made family for photo ops as you travel about the country and we are squirreled away.
     
                      Frowning in disbelief in Compton.
     
    Thurston received her letter and he was uncertain if she was playing hard to get or if the woman was actually hard to get.  He stared at himself in the mirror.  I am not a bad looking man.  By some standards he was even considered handsome. He wanted TaeTay Brown as his wife and if need be, he would get on a plane and drag her ass back to New York. But first, he would try one other approach.
     
    Dear TaeTay;
    I need you. Come, make us