Savior by S.L. Scott

Author:S.L. Scott [Hagan, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Christian, General, Religion, Christian Life, faith
ISBN: 9780884198338
Google: G7cPJCHlnAEC
Amazon: B073PK8ML2
Publisher: Charisma Media
Published: 2002-09-15T23:50:43.398179+00:00

22

Sara Jane

The penthouse is quiet but I’m wide-awake. The curse of sleeping too much during the day strikes again. Alexander wanted to stop by and we stayed. I’m with him, so I don’t have any complaints other than insomnia right now.

Making my way into the kitchen, I start the single-serve coffeemaker and sit at the bar waiting for it to brew. The sound of coffee percolating is soothing in the dark. With just enough light from the night flooding the open living area, I look around. Really look around while sitting on a barstool waiting. I think about today and how releasing our innermost fears and feelings feels like we’ve freed our biggest burden into the wild.

Although I wish it didn’t have to play out in a doctor’s office, I’m glad it’s happened, that we could be that deeply honest with each other. Maybe we really can move forward like we both want.

He still wants answers regarding his mother though. Who wouldn’t? I would never deny him the basic ability to mourn, knowing what happened the night his world changed forever, the course of his life altered. But where does it end? His death? Mine? How can we move forward if he insists on repeating the past?

“One sugar or two?”

Alarmed, I turn around, putting gentle pressure on my side protectively. Jason. He stands in the kitchen with a smile that reminds me of simpler times—him behind the counter of the town’s convenience mart. He’s not in that black and white trucker hat, or even a shirt right now, but the smile on his face is easy and welcoming, the way his shoulders are strong but relaxed—so damn comfortable in his own body. I ask, “What are you doing up?”

“I don’t sleep a lot.” Moving my mug from the machine, he asks, “One lump or two?”

“Two with a little cream.”

“If I remember correctly, it was a lot of cream.” He adds the sugar and then pours the cream in, care taken in each step. He’s easy on the eyes and so damn charming. A welcome distraction from my thoughts before they get too carried away with worry.

Wonder why he doesn’t have a girl, or maybe he’s one of those men who have one in every city. “How many hearts have you broken?”

Milk-chocolate eyes shine in amusement even in the low light. “Who says I’m a heartbreaker?”

“Oh, I know you are. I’m just trying to figure out how many innocent hearts you’ve stolen.”

He laughs, carrying my coffee over. “I’ll make a coffee for myself. This list may take a while.”

I laugh this time, but keep it down. It’s still the middle of the night. “Want to join me on the balcony?”

“Be right out.”

When I walk outside, I find the quiet peace I need. The balcony high above the street gives a false sense of privacy and the stars feel so close I reach up just to see if I can touch them. Smiling, I laugh at myself before sitting and taking a long sip of my coffee.

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