Faultlines by Barbara Taylor Sissel

Author:Barbara Taylor Sissel [Sissel, Barbara Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781503938915
Amazon: B01D04S0OK
Goodreads: 29740953
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Published: 2016-09-05T23:00:00+00:00

She drove Jordan home in Beck’s truck, over his protests. When she stopped at the end of the road that led to the highway, he got out and opened the gate, waited for her to pass through, then locked it behind her.

She thanked him when he got back into the truck, and after they’d driven several miles in silence, she said, “I could really use some help at the cottage with the landscaping, but I don’t want you hitchhiking—unless you already have a job.” She hadn’t thought of that.

But he said he didn’t. “I could probably get somebody to bring me. Not my mom,” he added quickly.

No, Libby thought.

“It might be hard to work out a regular schedule, though, since I’d have to rely on somebody to give me a ride.”

Talking further, they decided he would call when he could arrange transportation, and when she offered him fifteen an hour, he said it would be great. “It’s more than Mom pays me.”

Now that it was settled, Libby questioned her sanity. Why was she doing this, involving him in her life? But she could already tell there was no use in arguing with herself. This is Beck’s son, a voice in her head said, and it was as if Beck were there, riding beside her. She could reach out and touch him, and he would be warm and real. If all things were truly possible.

She glanced at Jordan. He didn’t resemble Beck so much in profile. His nose was shorter and slightly upturned. Beck’s nose had been long and straight, what people called a Roman nose. Libby had never seen Sandy close up. Jordan might have her nose, for all she knew. She said, “I’m surprised you aren’t working for your mom this summer.”

“It’s better if we’re not around each other right now.”

Libby waited, knowing from her work as a guidance counselor that silence could be unnerving, that it would often get a person talking simply to fill the void. She didn’t know what to say, in any case. She didn’t know why she was thinking of tactics that might lead him to confide in her. To what end? What would she do with any information he gave her? She didn’t know if she had ever in her life felt so uncertain, so unsure of her role. But she was drawn to him, that much was undeniable.

He said, “It’s no secret, I’m in a lot of deep shit. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Huck is a great guy, or he used to be. He was at my aunt Jenna’s a lot when me and Trav were kids.”

“I heard your uncle was killed in the line of duty,” Libby said. “In San Antonio? He and Sergeant Huckabee were partners, right?” They’d reached town, and Libby stopped at a red light.

“Yeah, Huck was kind of like a dad to Travis. He did stuff with both of us. Once he even helped me and Travis build a soapbox-derby car. We raced it in Dallas and a few other places around Texas.

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