manage.â
âWhen will I have time to teach you to drive?â
âI donât need to drive. Iâll learn the other bus routes so I can get to school and home. I mean, here.â
âMy family, and half the town, wonât believe weâre married if I let you do that.â
âWhy not?â she asked, a confused look on her face.
âBecause my friends donât ride the bus.â He knew that was a dumb reason, but he had to start somewhere. âRemember you were worried about me sacrificing myself by marrying you and I said itwould help me, that it would stop my family from trying to set me up with different women?â
She nodded, but she was frowning.
âWell, it wonât help at all unless we act like married people.â
âMarried people ride the bus all the time!â she exclaimed.
He sighed. âI know they do, honey, but my friends donât. Theyâll know something is wrong if I let you ride the bus.â
âThen I will walk.â
âThatâs too dangerous, especially at night. Havenât you ever been scared doing that?â
He hadnât expected her to admit anything, but she slowly nodded, avoiding his gaze.
âWhat? When?â
She bit her bottom lip, then said, âIt was before. And he let me go.â
âYou know who it was? Did you report him to the police? Did he hurt you?â Joe felt his heart beat faster at the thought of someone hurting Ginger. âWhat did he do to you?â
She only shook her head, not looking at him.
âGinger, did he hurt you?â
âNo, he didnât. IâI told him what he wanted to know.â
Joe frowned. Her answer didnât make any sense. âWhat are you talking about?â
Tears began running down Gingerâs pale cheeks. âI betrayed my friend. I wasnât brave enough.â
He actually felt jealousy rise in him. âWhat friend?â
âDonât make me tell you, Joe, please? I promised myself I would never do that again, even if he used the knife.â
Joe stood and came around the table, pulling Ginger from her chair into his arms. âHoney, donât cry. Was your friend Daisy?â Heâd suddenly remembered her talking about the other waitress, Daisy, calling her her best friend.
She began shaking, and the tears turned into sobs as she nodded.
He drew a deep breath and pressed her closer to him. âSomeone threatened you with a knife to force you to reveal a secret about Daisy?â
With her head pressed into his chest, she nodded.
He couldnât imagine a secret about Daisy that would be that important, but he didnât really care. Ginger was his concern.
âYou didnât have a choice, honey. Iâm sure Daisy would understand that. Where did this happen?â
âWhen I started home one night, he was in the parking lot at the club. He grabbed me.â
âI think we need more lights in that parking lot. Iâll see to it. But thatâs why youâre not going to walk the streets at night. Or the daytime, either. Iâm going to teach you to drive.â He waited for her response, but she said nothing. After kissing her forehead, he eased her back down into her chair.
âEat some more ice cream.â He sat back down in his chair, too. âYou see, Ginger, if I was truly married, Iâd protect my wife, just like I want to protect you. And youâre not going to be sent back to Estonia. Weâre married, and weâll stay married for at least a year. Then, when we separate, Iâll give you money to help you manage.â
âNo! Youâre giving me a chance to stay here. I canât take your money.â
He should have known she would respond that way. âOkay, then, will you help me? Will you pretend like weâre married? I have money, Ginger. Iâm going to have to spend some on you. But more important, Iâm going to have to spend time with
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