Hot Houston Nights: Grant & Pippah PART 3

By S.N. Garza

Part 3

***serial series***

Some say love heals all wounds.

The impossible happened. It was back. It was just supposed to be a routine check up. Three years cancer free and it came back with a vengeance. Pippah was scared to death. And felt more alone than she's ever been.

And fighting for that love, is always the answer, no matter how hard it gets.

Grant won't allow her to feel alone and abandoned. Didn't matter how much she pushed him away. Or how afraid he is that fate might just take away the one thing he wants to call his very own. Grant was willing to go the distance and prove to Pippah that whatever happens, he is going to love her through it.

This final installment will test Grant and Pippah in a way that only true, enduring, promising love can overcome.

***For mature readers due to sexual content and language.***

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: Nov 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311080363

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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Hot Houston Nights:

Grant & Pippah

PART 3

By:

S.N. Garza

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Hot Houston Nights: Grant & Pippah PART 3

By S.N. Garza

©November 2015/Stephanie Nicole Garza

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ISBN-13: 978-1511720212

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Your true love will love you through the best of times and the worst of times and all times in between.

Chapter 1

Pippah

Miss. Walker, I'm sorry but we're going to need further testing. Looking at your mammogram, the cancer has come back. And it's spreading.

Oh. My. God. No. It wasn't possible.

The doctor left me in the room as I got changed back into my clothes. I felt something inside of me die right then. My eyes started wobbling up with tears. Maybe I should have had Grant come with me.

He had asked me—almost persuaded me to let him come with me, but I was sure it was going to be just another routine checkup. Nothing major. What the hell went so wrong?

It's back? And it's worse? What did that mean? I was deathly afraid to ask, but I knew deep down what it probably meant. I had the option when I was first diagnosed four years ago. A full mastectomy—where they take both breasts, but they had given me he option of a partial. Which I took of course. The cancer wasn't very advanced, so it wasn't a hundred percent necessary.

I knew the risk of recurrence. Now what was I going to do? What was Grant going to think? What was he going to say? Do?

He said his feelings weren’t going to change, but something this massive was going to change everything. Losing a breast—most likely both, well it changed everything for me.

Yes, I love Grant and I knew there wasn't going to be any other man for me, but how am I supposed to bounce back from this?

Take a deep breath, Pippah. Just take a deep breath. Don't cry. At least, don't cry here.

There was a knock on the door, and the doctor came back in, clearing his throat, announcing himself.

Miss. Walker, we will need to make an appointment for a biopsy to take some tissue to rule out other non-cancer causes of the problem as well as a definite diagnosis of the current ‘personality’ of the cancer so we can know how best to treat it.

Will I lose my breasts?

The doctor looked from his chart to me and said, Your cancer doctor in New York told me for your first diagnosis, you had a lumpectomy. Treatment for local recurrence is usually a mastectomy surgery. So yes.

I couldn’t help the tear that fell down my face. I nodded, and the doctor gave me more information and I barely heard it through the thoughts going insane inside my mind. How could he be so cold and clinical? Did he feel any sympathy for anyone? Or was it because he always gave bad news that he could automatically shut off his emotions so easily?

When?

Ma’am?

When do I need to have the surgery?

You will need to have it done immediately.

My heart stopped. Like—this wasn’t happening to me. It just wasn’t.

The tumor was so small, I didn’t really think it would come back. That’s wishful thinking for you I guess.

I am sorry, Miss. Walker. We’ll set up the appointment for the surgery and get you squared away.

He left the room and it was like he took my life with him.

I picked up my purse and made my way down to the garage parking lot. I started my car and dug through to feel my phone vibrating wildly.

Grant.

I let it go to voicemail and I swiped open my phone to see I had several missed text messages from Grant, Bell and a few from Nicholas.

Choosing the latter, I opened to see Nicholas texted—

Taking Nicky 2 a concert—would love u 2 join!

Before I responded, I looked at Bell’s texts—

Hope everything is ok!

I’m praying and sending you good vibes!

Call me!

Then I looked at Grants—

Talk to me, Red.

I love you.

Whatever happens, I love you.

I’m here for you. I’ll leave early, baby. Let me be with you.

Always here for you, Pippah.

Call me when you leave the doctor’s office.

Or call me when you get back to the house.

Maybe just ignoring everything for the moment was the best action I could take at this point. I didn’t want to think about anything right now and I knew since no one in my family knew about my cancer, they wouldn’t look at me with sympathy or pity. Without giving it much thought I brought Nicholas’s text box back into view.

Yes. I’ll go.

His response was immediate.

Cool. It’s in Dallas, so get here ASAP. The concert’s @ 8.

Looking at my car clock, it was just turning eleven in themorning. Enough time to get to the farm, change and leave.

For now, I ignored both Bell’s and Grant’s texts. There would be enough time for that later. Now I didn’t want to think about much. I knew I was going to spiral down soon. Hell, I already started but doing something so completely normal as going to a concert would take my mind off of today.

It took just a little bit over an hour to get to the farm, I had no idea Houston traffic was so horrible.

As soon as I pulled up and exited the car, Shank, Hank, Tank and Frank all came running from around the garage and began twisting around my legs. I was used to the dogs surrounding me whenever I pulled up so I didn’t mind.

When I finally brought Grant over to formally meet my uncle, they had growled at him, trying to protect me. Nicholas had taught them that. He was such a wizard with the animals around here. They were super protective of Nicole whenever she brought any guy around here. The few times, Hank actually took a snap at one of them, but luckily no harm was done to the guy.

Whatever Nicholas did to them, it only took a few minutes of persuasive mind-melding and the dogs loved Grant like they were his best friend.

They followed me up to the house and I heard loud chick music blaring from upstairs. Oh, great. That’s right. He was taking Nicole to a concert, therefore it was whatever band she wanted to see. No matter. I was going to make this night so much better than how this day began.

I went up the stairs and knocked on Nicole’s door. I heard a snappy growl and the music popped off and I heard her stomp to the door, unlock it and slammed it backward.

"What do you want, Pippah? I’m zoning