her head. “I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing a little more of that gorgeous cleavage.”
Sara playfully punched him in the arm before sitting down with
her plate. She seemed pleased with the fresh vegetables that he had
prepared, and it made him happy to think that she might enjoy his
cooking.
“Not that I really want to bring up the depressing subject,” Sara
started, “but I do need to go home soon. I shudder to think what
Jeremy might have done to my things, not to mention my car. I’d
really like it get it back, if it’s still running. Maybe he took the truck to work today.”
Both men looked at her solemnly, but it was Tyler who spoke
first. “You’re not really planning to leave, are you?” He couldn’t
fathom why she would want to go home to that monster when she so
obviously belonged with them.
“Well, I can’t stay here forever…”
“Sure you can,” Gage said sternly. “Tyler and I will take you to
get your things, if you want them, but you’re coming right back here
when we’re done. You don’t even have to go back at all if you don’t
want to. We’d be happy to get you whatever you need. We have two
vehicles. We’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
Sara stared wide-eyed. “No. You can’t drive me all over the place
or spend any more money on me.”
Tyler chuckled. “I wouldn’t try to tell him what he can and can’t
do, honey.”
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“Well, at the very least we should go see if my own car is okay.
It’s already paid off. I would like to have my own clothes and a few
of my mother’s things as well. It’s not very much...”
“Your mother’s things?” Tyler asked curiously.
“Yes, she died about a year ago, and Jeremy sold a lot of what she
had in the house, but there are still a few things, like my
grandmother’s quilt, that I would like to have to remember her by.”
“Why were your mother’s things in Jeremy’s house?” Gage asked.
“Did she live with you?”
“Well, technically we lived with her,” Sara explained. “It’s my
family’s house. The Effeses have owned it and the land for three
generations. My father passed away when I was young, but my mom
and I lived there alone until she got sick. I was working as a teller at the bank, and just occasionally dating Jeremy, but then she got
stomach cancer, and he thought that it would be a good idea if I quit my job and stayed home with her.”
“So he moved in with the two of you?”
“Yes. It was great at first. He made sure that the bills were paid,
and I was able to be with my mom when she really needed me.
Eventually though, he started suggesting that we merge our bank
accounts. It seemed reasonable because he was managing the
household and had the only income. It wasn’t until months later that I discovered that he was spending our savings. We weren’t really well
off, but my mother was careful, and she had saved little by little her whole life. Jeremy was drinking and getting into some pretty bad
poker debt.”
“Bastard,” Gage growled. Tyler sympathized with him. If Jeremy
ever went near her again, there was going to be trouble.
“By the time he started to get violent, my mother was really sick,
and I couldn’t take her away from her own home, so I tried to throw
him out instead. The first time that we had that discussion he put me in the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated shoulder. When I got home from the hospital, my mother was screaming in pain. He’d
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refused to give her any pain medication while I was away, and she
was in agony. He told me that if I ever suggested anything so stupid
as asking him leave again, he would kill her.”
Tyler’s hands clenched into fists on the table, and Sara reached
across to calm him. He took her hand between both of his, and let her continue her story. For now, there was nothing he could do but be
supportive.
“But she died anyway, of course. The doctors had given
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