Between Seasons by Aida Brassington

Author:Aida Brassington [Brassington, Aida]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780615562261
Google: hdmWpwAACAAJ
Amazon: B0061G3HHA
Publisher: Green Needle Press
Published: 2011-10-29T13:00:00+00:00

Sara was quiet, silently flitting in and out of the house. Her nervousness thickened the air, and she started to lose weight again, something Patrick could see just by the way her cheekbones stood out. Guilt clung to him –he never should have talked to her that night. He should have known it was a bad idea.

Her laptop lay shut, unused. Maybe she was writing outside the house, but she definitely wasn’t doing any typing there. He assumed whatever she had to do for work was done elsewhere , too. Sara walked through the rooms, absently feeding herself and going about her day. The sea glass lay right where she’d left it in the bowl on the coffee table, and he caught her staring at it more than a few times. She never touched it, though… never went near it.

The local news droned on as she sat on the couch and watched the television screen, her face perfectly passive. She almost didn’t react when the doorbell rang, but then she slowly turned her head to look at the door, shoving herself off the couch a second later.

“Hey, neighbor,” Megan said. “I haven’t seen you. Everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Just been busy.” Sara took a step back. “Want to come in? I was just going to have some tea.” The relief in her voice was obvious even to Patrick –it killed him to know she didn’t want to be in the house alone. Every day had sucked a l ittle more hope out of him.

He’d told Sara he loved her, and she’d rejected him. He knew it wasn’t the average set of circumstances, but it didn’t sting any less. He wanted her to come around, to go outside and dig up the stupid coffee can. He wanted her to accept the situation and love him back, as ridiculous as it sounded.

Megan smiled and followed Sara through the living room. “Yeah, definitely. I’ve been worried about you.”

Patrick wandered after them, propping himself against the counter as Sara poured water into the tea kettle and set it on the stove. The chair Megan pulled out squeaked across the floor while Sara busied herself with tea mugs and sugar.

“No need to worry. Everything is okay.”

“Really? You don’t look okay.”

Sara smiled, although it wasn’t her usual grin. “Just some personal stuff I’m dealing with.”

“Not your ex, right?”

“Oh, geez, no. Nothing like that.” Sara chortled and dug out a box of tea bags. “If only it were that uncomplicated.”

Megan snorted. “Something’s more complicated than all that noise with your ex-husband… the guy who drugged you?”

Sara shrugged, and the corners of her lips tugged up further. Patrick felt like absolute shit –he was now a problem worse than that jerk she’d been married to. An apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he’d promised not to say a word . For all he knew it had been a one-time thing, her being able to hear him, but he wasn’t willing to find out. Not right now, and especially not with Megan in the room.

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