itâll be worth it in the end. Youâll finally be able to leave Strachmore behind.â
She couldnât fault his logic. It was the lack of emotion she was having trouble dealing with. He apparently wanted this all neatly tidied up so he could wash his hands of everything sheâd brought to his door.
âThatâs what we all want, I guess.â Unfortunately, even if she had been at her ass-kicking, emotionally detached, sleeping-at-night best, this was going to be a monumental task. If by some miracle she could engage her father in conversation long enough to convince him of the plan, the practicalities alone would cripple her.
She needed help. She needed Nate. All that was left to do was swallow her pride and admit it.
âI know you can do this, Violet.â He had more faith in her than she had in herself. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, pre-empting the words that were going to come out of her mouth next.
âI donât think I can do this on my own. Will you help me?â She almost choked on the words that went against everything sheâd strived for in adulthood. This was the second time in less than twenty-four hours sheâd showed him her weakness.
By asking Nate to sleep with her, now begging him to bail her out, she made her new life into a sham. Sheâd flown back into town as a city slicker, an independent career woman who hadnât relied on anyone to help her make it in the Big Smoke. Now she was back to being that simpering, frightened girl sheâd done her best to escape.
A wave of nausea crested over her as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. Heâd turned down her request last night and she wouldnât blame him for doing the same again. He didnât owe her anything and he certainly didnât need this clingy, emotional side of her any more than she did. Sheâd simply hoped Nate would be the one person who wouldnât hold the past against her.
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have asked. Youâve done so much for us already and I know youâre busyââ She tried to back out of this with her last scrap of dignity intact.
His brow was furrowed in contemplation and she could almost see his refusal making its way from his brain to his lips. This smart idea had been right up there with asking the man sheâd unceremoniously dumped years before to jump into bed with her.
She got to her feet and scouted out the nearest toilets so she could have a good blub in private. It was her own fault she didnât have a friend in him now when sheâd run out on him when heâd needed her the most.
âWait!â Nate shot out a hand and grabbed her by the wrist, pressing against her bracelet and temporarily branding her skin with her seahorse charm. It was a reminder of everything sheâd thrown away and apparently could never get back.
It was too late. The old Nate wouldnât have hesitated to offer his support.
âDonât worry about it, Nate. Iâve dumped my problems on you once too often. Iâll put in a few phone calls myself tomorrowâthe bank, Citizens Advice, the Samaritans...â She forced a smile past the lump in her throat and her trembling bottom lip. Even though sheâd been content on her own for a long time, somehow the thought of not having him by her side now made her feel more alone than ever.
CHAPTER FOUR
âIâ LL HELP . W E â LL FIGURE this out together if thatâs what you want?â Nate hadnât known what he was going to say until the words were out of his mouth. He hadnât known he was going to reach for her until sheâd tried to walk away. Now it was too late to take any of it back. His conscience had got the better of him again when it became clear how desperate she was for him to stick around. Once upon a time heâd been in that very position, wishing sheâd stay with him at any cost. Just because
L. Sprague de Camp, Fletcher Pratt