Last Seen... by Carla Cassidy

Author:Carla Cassidy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2010-07-10T23:31:42.125000+00:00

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Chapter 9

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Adam had known telling her the truth would be difficult. He'd known what he had to tell her would be a shock, but he hadn't expected it to be as difficult as it had been.

Even a full day later, the image of her lovely face with her expressive eyes as he'd told her the truth about Kurt, about himself, was permanently emblazoned in his brain. As his words had sunk in, her features had fallen and her eyes had radiated myriad emotions—anger—and pain.

He'd left her and had been angry with himself, his own heart aching in a way he'd never felt before. He'd never meant to hurt her. Dammit, he should have told her who he was and why he was here in Cherokee Corners the moment he'd first met her.

But on that night when they'd first met, the belief that she might be a prostitute had thrown him for a loop. The other thing that had thrown him for a loop was her comment about bedding a half-breed.

It had been ugly and shocking and he couldn't help but wonder if Kurt had left far deeper scars on her than Adam had initially suspected.

He'd watched her drive off and had known instinctively that she wouldn't be back for the remainder of the night. He'd give her a day or two to cool down, then he'd hope to have a rational, nonemotional talk with her. Hopefully he could make her see that Edward and Anita deserved a chance to be a part of Maggie's life. Hopefully he could make her understand that he'd never meant to hurt her in any way.

She came home the next day just before three and by four was getting into her car again. He assumed she was going to work. He was seated on the porch when she left and she gave no indication she saw him there, although he was certain he couldn't be missed.

He decided to walk into town for dinner, not finding much appeal in cooking for himself and eating alone in the shabby little kitchen.

As he walked toward the city square his thoughts turned to Kurt. His love for his cousin had always been unconditional, but as he thought of Breanna's pain and anger when she spoke of him, as he thought of the little fatherless Maggie, he felt the edge of an emotion that was both alien and distinctly uncomfortable.

He focused on the scenery he passed instead. He wasn't ready to evaluate the emotions he now felt when he thought of Kurt.

It was a perfect early May night. The air was cool and scented with sweet-smelling flowers and as he passed people working in their yards or sitting on their porches, they waved with small-town friendliness. Nice, he thought … much nicer than his sterile apartment where he had no idea who his neighbors were or what they did.

He ate at a café on the city square that advertised a stupendous daily special. It was meat loaf. He

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