Yesterday's Gone (Two Daughters Book 1) by Janice Kay Johnson

Author:Janice Kay Johnson [Johnson, Janice Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Superromance
Published: 2015-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

MAYBE THE NAP was to blame—she didn’t take those very often. All Bailey knew was that she couldn’t sleep. Instead, she lay in bed, staring at her door, which she’d carefully positioned about three inches ajar. She’d done the same with the bathroom door. The light she’d left on in there served as a night-light, something she’d needed ever since him. She’d been relieved when she heard Seth’s footsteps come down the hall a while ago and he hadn’t turned off the light.

It wasn’t so much that she feared the dark or what might come out of it. She thought it had more to do with the run-down motels where they’d stayed. There was never real darkness, or silence, for that matter. City lights, headlights, the neon light of the motel sign, sometimes flickering, all seeped through bent blinds. They were always in the kind of neighborhood where there’d be traffic most of the night as well as sirens now and again. Low-voiced conversations took place just outside, and fights penetrated thin walls. Sex, too—the squeak of the bed frame or noise it made hammering against the wall, the slap of flesh, the cries from the women and the guttural sound men made. She always thought the men must be hurting the women, because he hurt her, every time. But she had learned to be completely silent, so nobody would hear her through those walls.

To this day, she couldn’t sleep without some light. In her apartment, she had a night-light plugged into a wall socket, even though in LA there was always some light sneaking through the blinds, too. The never-ending sounds of traffic were familiar, too.

Here, it was so quiet she’d find herself straining her ears to hear something. She couldn’t believe the whole town shut down, but it must, or at least mostly. There were no taverns in Seth’s residential neighborhood. She’d seen that most businesses in town closed at five-thirty, and even restaurants by ten except on Friday and Saturday nights when they stayed open until a crazy, late eleven o’clock. Stimson was Mayberry, and she should have grown up here.

The thought was as surreal as practically everything else that had happened since she first set eyes on her own face online.

In her heart, she knew that having taken a nap wasn’t all that kept her awake. Her current state had more to do with the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation with Seth.

She could not believe she’d said all that. Not since that last counselor, a woman, of course, who’d helped her work some stuff out, had she so much as talked about her slutty—okay, sexually active—days. And that was a long time ago. She’d been barely twenty when she decided to call a halt to the need to use her body to garner attention. Or, a creepier way to look at it, to replicate the years when that was her only worth.

The stunning part was that Seth had understood immediately what it took her a long time to grasp.

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