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down your door?” Marshall rose and he went into the kitchen. He opened then slammed the refrigerator door closed.
“I wasn’t going to go to my house. I can stay at a hotel.” Her voice quivered, much to her disgust. Tara had really had enough of this arrogant man and his condescending attitude. She was tired, scared, and the thought of someone
babysitting
her was just too insulting.
“For how long? I know your funds are limited. What, you’re shocked we’re aware of this? I know you made a bad investment…” he began.
She leapt to her feet. That was the last straw.
“No,
I
didn’t make a bad investment, my husband did.
I
made a bad decision, trusting him.”
Marshall turned to her and his expression softened slightly. Maybe he could tell she was at the end of her rope. “We know a lot about you and so do the rogues. They’ll find you wherever you are. This is where you’ll be the safest and it’s not the worst place in the world to spend time. Try to trust me, just a little bit. ”
She stood glaring at him, her hands in fists. Anger and shame filled her heart, as it did whenever she thought about her last days with Karl. He’d assured her that the deli he wanted to sink money into was a winning proposition. The woman he’d partnered with knew what she was doing, he promised. But within six months all their money was gone and the creditors were knocking at the door.
Tara could have forgiven Karl for that. Everyone makes mistakes. What she could not overlook was coming home sick from work one day and finding her husband in bed with his ex-partner.
Tara had left him. The asshole had never even apologized, declaring the affair was her fault because she had been such a ball-buster and did not give him enough support. He’d carried the pathetic routine all through the divorce proceedings, and although they had little property left to fight over at that point, he’d ended up with most of it.
Trust him indeed. It would be a long while before she trusted any man again.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your bedroom. I need to work on the computer for a while, but then you can use it, if you’d like, as long as you don’t send out personal information. We have television and plenty of books here. Dr. Freeman will be along in a few hours.”
As soon as Tara saw the bed, an overwhelming desire to lie down washed over her. The sheets smelled freshly laundered, even from across the room. A light breeze blew through the open window and somewhere in the distance a bird chirped. She rolled her suitcase to a corner and let it fall with a thump.
“I think I’d like to take a nap,” she said.
“That’s a good idea. You know where the bathroom is, if you need to use it. There are towels on the shelf. Help yourself to anything else you need. You saw where the kitchen is located.” Marshall turned to leave. “I’m sorry I lost my temper. I know you didn’t ask to be put in this situation,” he said, his back to her. “I appreciate you working with me.” He closed the door gently behind him, and Tara’s last thought before sleep claimed her was that the view of her protector was as nice from the back as it was from the front.
Chapter Five
“Wake up, Tara.” Someone shook her. Tara started awake and sat up abruptly. Marshall stood by the side of her bed. “I didn’t mean to startle you. The doctor is here. Take a few minutes if you need to, but come out soon. He wants to return home before dark.”
Marshall left the room and Tara stretched and yawned. Judging by the position of the sun, she’d been asleep several hours. Feeling slightly more refreshed than she had earlier, she dug her cosmetics from her suitcase and padded to the bathroom. Face washed and a smattering of makeup applied, she decided she was ready to face whatever torture was next on the agenda.
Dr. Freeman looked harmless enough. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, of medium height and build. He had a pleasant but totally
“I wasn’t going to go to my house. I can stay at a hotel.” Her voice quivered, much to her disgust. Tara had really had enough of this arrogant man and his condescending attitude. She was tired, scared, and the thought of someone
babysitting
her was just too insulting.
“For how long? I know your funds are limited. What, you’re shocked we’re aware of this? I know you made a bad investment…” he began.
She leapt to her feet. That was the last straw.
“No,
I
didn’t make a bad investment, my husband did.
I
made a bad decision, trusting him.”
Marshall turned to her and his expression softened slightly. Maybe he could tell she was at the end of her rope. “We know a lot about you and so do the rogues. They’ll find you wherever you are. This is where you’ll be the safest and it’s not the worst place in the world to spend time. Try to trust me, just a little bit. ”
She stood glaring at him, her hands in fists. Anger and shame filled her heart, as it did whenever she thought about her last days with Karl. He’d assured her that the deli he wanted to sink money into was a winning proposition. The woman he’d partnered with knew what she was doing, he promised. But within six months all their money was gone and the creditors were knocking at the door.
Tara could have forgiven Karl for that. Everyone makes mistakes. What she could not overlook was coming home sick from work one day and finding her husband in bed with his ex-partner.
Tara had left him. The asshole had never even apologized, declaring the affair was her fault because she had been such a ball-buster and did not give him enough support. He’d carried the pathetic routine all through the divorce proceedings, and although they had little property left to fight over at that point, he’d ended up with most of it.
Trust him indeed. It would be a long while before she trusted any man again.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your bedroom. I need to work on the computer for a while, but then you can use it, if you’d like, as long as you don’t send out personal information. We have television and plenty of books here. Dr. Freeman will be along in a few hours.”
As soon as Tara saw the bed, an overwhelming desire to lie down washed over her. The sheets smelled freshly laundered, even from across the room. A light breeze blew through the open window and somewhere in the distance a bird chirped. She rolled her suitcase to a corner and let it fall with a thump.
“I think I’d like to take a nap,” she said.
“That’s a good idea. You know where the bathroom is, if you need to use it. There are towels on the shelf. Help yourself to anything else you need. You saw where the kitchen is located.” Marshall turned to leave. “I’m sorry I lost my temper. I know you didn’t ask to be put in this situation,” he said, his back to her. “I appreciate you working with me.” He closed the door gently behind him, and Tara’s last thought before sleep claimed her was that the view of her protector was as nice from the back as it was from the front.
Chapter Five
“Wake up, Tara.” Someone shook her. Tara started awake and sat up abruptly. Marshall stood by the side of her bed. “I didn’t mean to startle you. The doctor is here. Take a few minutes if you need to, but come out soon. He wants to return home before dark.”
Marshall left the room and Tara stretched and yawned. Judging by the position of the sun, she’d been asleep several hours. Feeling slightly more refreshed than she had earlier, she dug her cosmetics from her suitcase and padded to the bathroom. Face washed and a smattering of makeup applied, she decided she was ready to face whatever torture was next on the agenda.
Dr. Freeman looked harmless enough. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, of medium height and build. He had a pleasant but totally
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