Soul Survivor by I. Beacham

Soul Survivor by I. Beacham

Author:I. Beacham [Beacham, I.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626398832
Google: 360FvgAACAAJ
Amazon: B06XPFKLWS
Barnesnoble: B06XPFKLWS
Goodreads: 31212923
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2017-04-18T03:00:00+00:00


*

Joey broke the news to Sam while they were out on a bike ride. It was a couple of weeks after the incident with Carrie; their relationship was good. The recent misunderstanding had deepened their bond. Joey’s declaration that she loved Sam had helped.

“Sam, I’ve decided to take my vacation and fly back to Baltimore to see my folks. I know they’re missing me. They’re worried. The last time I was with them, I was in bits.”

Joey’s parents were always there for her, full of love and support. She’d kept them at arm’s length when she’d returned from Syria. She needed to let them know she was okay…even if she had to fake it. She also wanted to talk to them about the job offer Stallion Productions was proposing. Her mom and dad were good sounding boards. Despite her professional capability, she never felt too old or experienced to ask what they thought. She wanted to talk to Sam about it, too, but now wasn’t the right time. Sam was busy and stressed. Joey would talk to her when she returned.

“You’re going to be real busy,” Joey said. “So I’m going home to spend time with them.”

Sam was taking Joey’s vacation plans on the chin. Though she looked disappointed, Joey could hear the understanding.

“It’s the right thing to do, Joey. My schedule is scary, and you won’t see much of me if you stay. Hey, I’m not going to see much of me,” Sam jested. “I think it’ll do you good to see your parents, and you can thank your father personally for getting my bike rolling again.”

Joey scoffed. Her dad would like nothing better than to talk bikes. She wrapped an arm around Sam as they stood by the bike on a hillside looking out over a sweeping, majestic country scene. There were rolling hills before them, full of grazing sheep. The way the sun fell, it was a photographer’s dream.

“You are going to come back, aren’t you? You’re not going to stay?”

Sam’s sudden seriousness jolted Joey.

“Hey, what’s this all about?” she said.

Occasionally, Sam’s concerns for Joey escaped. Joey knew how frustrated Sam was. She wanted Joey to get help, but every time she broached the topic, Joey got unreasonable and temperamental, refusing to discuss it. Sam tried hard not to say too much, but Joey could almost hear her thinking.

She leaned into Sam, tightening her arm around her.

“Why would I do that? I love you, you loon.” Joey turned to make eye contact. She wanted to chase the frown off Sam’s face.

“Sam, when I was hiding from the rebels, I had a lot of time to think. Part of that involved awareness…some of it not too pleasant. If I died out there, few people would really miss me.”

Sam tried to interrupt. Joey stopped her.

“No, you listen. Sure, work colleagues would declare how tragic it was to lose such a consummate professional and wonderful associate. They would probably broadcast a special on TV showing how I’d become what I was, and talk about the highlights of my career…the awards I’ve been honored with.



Download



Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.