She was wavering, and he saw it.
“Cara, I’ve been terrible. I thought I wanted a party girl, but you were always the one for me.”
He’s lying, don’t believe him. But she took one unsteady step toward him.
“I haven’t been able to forget you. Do you know how many times I’ve almost called you?”
Another step.
“I was ashamed of how I behaved after Darren was born.” His brown eyes were very warm on hers. He held out his hands. “That’s why I didn’t call. I knew you’d say all the things you said in there. I deserved that.” He gave that too-perfect smile of his, white teeth flashing in a tanned face.
Another step.
“Come on, Cara. We’ll give it a second try. I was always a better person when I was with you.”
She was shaking as she reached him. She wanted to believe, and even when she knew it was a mistake, she couldn’t stop herself from standing on tip toe for him to kiss her. The picture was too pretty, too safe, too secure. She could put up with it, she lied to herself. A few mean jokes, a few mistresses. He’d try to be a good husband, wouldn’t he? Wouldn’t he?
His hands stroked up her arms and his tongue probed into her mouth, and all of a sudden Cara wanted to cry. This was all too familiar. The pretty picture only came with a sick rush of dread now. She knew how this ended.
It took all she had, but she pushed herself away. And as she turned her face away so she wouldn’t have to meet Craig’s incredulous gaze, she saw dark eyes watching her. Perry. He pushed himself off the pillar he’d been leaning on and walked away, and without another word to Craig, Cara took off.
Chapter Five
“Perry!”
She thought she saw a hitch in his step, but he did not turn.
“Perry, please!” It took all she had, but she put on a burst of speed and beat him to the elevator, reaching out to grab his hand, to stop him from pressing the button.
The touch sent a jolt through her, and from the look in his eyes, he felt it, too. She could still feel his lips on her cheek, on her mouth, and she stared at him, her breath coming short.
“Let me explain.”
“You don’t have to explain anything.”
“Would you stop being so perfect?” The shout surprised her. Judging by the look on his face, it surprised him, too. “Let your guard down, Perry, be a human for once.”
“Because you know me so well.” His face was bitter.
“You thought you knew me, last night. You said I reminded you of you. So you know what I think?” Cara glared at him. “I think you’re right. I think you do the right thing, and you tell yourself you’re a good person, and you hold it against the world when things don’t go your way. I think you tell yourself that nice people always finish last, but you do the right thing anyway because losing out when you did the right thing feels better than winning by doing the wrong thing. I think you’ve told yourself that you’ll never find anyone who loves you, so you seek out people who might and then you let them get away because you’re too scared to have them leave you instead of the other way around.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I think I do.” She’d seen the jolt of recognition in his eyes. “So why don’t you let me explain. Why don’t you let your guard down for a moment instead of shutting me out, and I’ll tell you what you saw?”
She didn’t even know what she hoped would happen. He would walk away from her when he heard what she had to say; she was sure of it. But somehow that wasn’t as important as telling him the truth. For years, she hid behind the knowledge that no matter how much they hurt her, no matter how far she fell; no one would ever know how much pain she was in. As long as she hid the truth, as long as she put on a mask, they’d never break her—not the real her.
“When I finish,” she told him softly, “you can walk away and never see me again. Just let me tell you the truth.”
His own words. He closed his eyes and let his head fall, then forced a smile. “Okay.”
He led her to the back of the lobby and she chose a couch and sat. When he only stood and stared at her, she began.
“I was in my sophomore year of college, and Craig was… I didn’t know what he saw in someone like me. He had the clothes and the money, and everyone wanted to be his friend. But he chose me, and it made me feel like I was really something. I hadn’t even wanted that, you know. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I didn’t want him until he chose me, and then it felt so good.
“When…” Her throat closed, and she forced herself to keep talking. “When my family died, he was there for me. It was a car crash. My parents, and my sister. She was fourteen. I don’t even know what happened. I stopped caring. I stopped going to class. I couldn’t seem to get out of bed anymore. It took too much effort to eat, or… do anything. Craig told me to take the semester off. He said it would help. He said he’d take care of me.
“And then I got pregnant. He wanted me to get rid of the baby, and I guess it made sense. I was still so depressed. But it was life, don’t you see? It showed me that there was more to the world than just darkness. I stopped drinking. I stopped smoking. I could see colors again; I had the energy to do things.
“But he was so angry with me. He started accusing me of keeping the baby to get money out of him. His parents came and threatened me. I told them I’d sign anything they wanted, but they didn’t care. They just wanted to tell me how stupid I was for letting it happen. When Darren was born, they didn’t come to see him. Craig didn’t come to see him.”
She could remember it like it was yesterday: her, alone in the hospital, holding the baby and wondering what she had done.
“I never meant to ask him for help, I swear to you. But there was the hospital, and then the clothes, and… I was trying to work two jobs, but I couldn’t pay anyone to watch him. I tried everything, but it never seemed to be enough. And I kept thinking that if I just did the right thing, it would all get better.
“It took seven years to fall apart. First the diner, then my apartment. I called him when the diner closed. I said I’d do anything; I just needed the money for Darren. Not even for me, he could take him shopping, get him clothes; that way he’d know it wasn’t going to me. He didn’t call me back. I didn’t hear from him until—”
“Today,” Perry finished softly.
“Yeah. There have been so many since him. Guys who told me I was special; I was really something. And they all wanted one thing, and when they didn’t get it, they walked away. After a while, it was a lot easier to see what was happening before I got caught up in it. When you came along, I thought you were lying.”
“Cara, I grew up dirt poor.” He sat at last, and his eyes met hers. “Some nights we had cheese and crackers for dinner. Hell, some nights we had crackers. I went to bed with my stomach rumbling every night for years, and what I learned was that people laughed at you when you asked for help. People weren’t going to give you anything, not even if you were starving to death slowly.
“When the Marines gave me a way out, I turned them down flat. I told them I didn’t need anything, but the recruiter followed me home, and when he saw me get into a fight I couldn’t win outside my house; he beat the crap out of them and picked me up off the ground, and he said to me, when are you going to learn that everyone needs brothers to help them? He’d grown up just like me, destined for nothing because he had nothing but pride, and he couldn’t ask, and it was his recruiter who had gotten him out. He said he was paying it forward.
“And I didn’t want any help, Cara, but he was right. I took that offer, and I saw some things I wish I could forget. But that money got my family out of a tight spot, and it got me to college, and that got me here, because I learned to say ‘yes’ when someone offered me something. The only thing it couldn’t get me was a woman who understood, who fought for herself and her family like I’d fought for me and mine. You can call me crazy, but when I saw you in that diner, I knew. I knew you were that woman.<
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“You don’t have to be with me, Cara. Just knowing you’re out there? It’s enough. I won’t bother you if you don’t want it, but…” He held out the folder he’d been carrying. “This is an application. To MIT. Humor me, fill it out. Send it in. Let me pay your application fee. And even if I never see you again, when you come across someone someday who doesn’t want any help, you stick with them until they take it.”
“I…” She took the folder, opened it, and stared at the logo. “Why?”
“Because I want you to bet on yourself,” Perry told her. “I kept telling myself I would never be anything because I would rather starve and steal than ask for help. When I took my spot in the Marines, it was the scariest thing I had ever done. But it gets easier.”
“Hey,” said a voice from behind them.
“What?” Cara turned to meet Craig’s eyes.
“Are we gonna go?” he asked her, looking over Perry with contempt. “You left me hanging.”
“Oh.” Cara looked down at the folder. She looked at Craig. The moment stretched, branching two ways ahead, and she swallowed, pressing her lips together. “You know, I don’t think so,” she said finally. “I think we’re done, Craig.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I mean it this time.”
“I’ve heard that, too.”
“I’m going back to school,” Cara said suddenly. “I am, Craig. This is it. Thanks for… well, for Darren.”
“You’re going back to school.” He started to laugh. “Cara, you’re never finishing that degree. And whatever this bastard is telling you—”
He never saw the punch coming. Perry, it happened, could move faster than Cara could even see. There was a blur, and then Craig was crumpled on the ground, and a few men in suits by the elevators laughed and clapped. Perry gave them a sheepish nod before sitting back down.
“Sorry about that,” he said, and she saw a gleam of humor in his eyes. “But I’m a little bored with that speech.”
Cara laughed, she couldn’t help herself. The giggle welled up and she laughed until she was crying, hunched over the folder and wiping at her eyes, holding it so tight that the edges crinkled. When he tried to take it, she hung on.
“Nuh-h. This is mine.”
“So you’re going to do it?” He asked her, and there was a smile on his face.
“Yeah.” She felt like she was at the top of a rollercoaster and she smiled, feeling reckless. “I’m going to do it. I’m going back to school.”
“I’m glad.” He stood up to leave, and looked down at her. “I wish you all the luck in the world, Cara.”
“Wait.” Her voice stopped him, but he didn’t turn. “Would you, uh…would you have dinner with me?”
She couldn’t see his smile, but she could feel it.
“How about my place?” His voice was very deep. It warmed her down to her bones. “Come over after work. We’ll have dinner ready for you.”
“We?”
“Your son,” he said with dignity, “has to learn how to cook. It’s very popular with the ladies.” He smiled. “I’ll see you at eight.”
Chapter Six
“Mom, it’s 8:30.”
“I’ll go in a minute.”
“You’re going to be late.”
“Crap.” Cara flipped the textbook shut and hopped over to the closet. Darren had been hounding her all night about this date, hovering in the doorway every few minutes to say she should start getting ready. “Why are you still up?”
“Why aren’t you at the restaurant yet?” Darren asked her with a grin. He laughed when she threw him a dirty look. “I’ll go to bed when you leave.”
“Promise?” Cara called.
“I promise. Get ready!”
She kicked off her flannel pants and threw them into the hamper. Her tank top followed suit, and she pulled a new dress out of the closet. It had taken three extra shifts at the lab to buy it, and she wasn’t even a little bit sorry; the dress hugged all the places it should hug, with a neckline that was the perfect mix of classy and sexy, and the purple set off her eyes and her hair to perfection.
She applied her makeup hastily, sighing as she had to rub the eyeliner out and start again, but at last she nodded in satisfaction. Her hair…well, her hair was never going to be well-behaved, but it shone nicely enough. And if she was a little pale after a few weeks in the lab, well, she knew her smile more than made up for it. She slipped on her heels and poked her head into Darren’s bedroom.
“Sleep, mister.”
“Five more minutes.”
“If you don’t sleep, you shouldn’t go out on the river tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll sleep!” He grabbed his toothbrush and ran past her.
“I love you,” Cara called.
A muffled, toothpaste-filled call was her response, and she smiled as she grabbed her purse and headed out, calling a hasty goodbye to their landlady. A brief sprint to the curb—tricky in her heels—and she was in a cab, checking her watch every few seconds. She hopped out of the cab and into the restaurant, and she skidded to a halt at the bar.
“I’m sorry I’m—”
“Five minutes early?” Perry asked her, grinning. He held out a glass of champagne.
“There’s no need to mock me,” Cara said as she took her seat.
“On the contrary, I find your habitual earliness endearing.” His grin spread. “And, finally. I finally arrived somewhere before you.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”
“Mr. Hammond?” A waiter held out his hand. ”Your table is ready.”
“Thank you, Jake,” Perry told him easily. As they walked, he slipped his arm around Cara’s waist. “You look lovely, by the way.”
“And you look very handsome.” Cara smiled up at him, and leaned in for a kiss. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him watching her. “What?”
“Life in the lab suits you,” he said decisively. “You’re practically glowing.”
“That’s the radium.” Cara held his gaze until she saw a flicker of uncertainty. “Just kidding.”
“Mmm.” He studied the menu. “Or, I’m going to die of radiation poisoning one of these days.”
“Very unlikely, I’ll have you know. So how’s business?” She took a sip of water, and smiled at him.
“Same old, same old. Have a lot of money. How’s science? Other than the radium.”
“Same old. Made some robots. Actually,” she said, warming to the theme, “I made some cybernetic implants as well. You know, there’s an interesting theory about using implants within the spinal column to… now what?”
“You should have some champagne.” Perry was smiling at her. He reached out to take her hand.
“Okay.” Cara lifted her glass and held it out to him. “To… oh, my God. Oh, my God. Perry. Oh, my God.”
The ring glittered, little bubbles rising in amongst the three tiny sapphires. Cara held the glass, shaking, tears coming to her eyes.
“Cara Ford.” Perry’s voice seemed to be coming from very far away. “Will you marry me?”
“Oh, my God,” Cara whispered again. She seemed to have forgotten how to say anything else. She nodded, hand pressed over her mouth, and wiped away a tear as he dumped the champagne unceremoniously into his water glass, holding the ring out for her. “It fits…it fits perfectly. How did you know?”
“Darren helped.”
“Darren knew?”
“Of course.” Perry smiled at her.
“I have three years before I finish my PhD,” Cara whispered at him. It had to be a mistake. Perry Hammond had enough money to tempt a princess.
“We’ll make it work. After all, I’m told I have enough money to fly back and forth between New York and Boston.” He sobered when she looked over at him. “I wanted to wait, I just…I couldn’t. I’ll move to Boston if you want. I’ll wait for you in New York if you want. But Cara, I have loved you since the moment you almost poured coffee on me in that diner. I can’t
wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Or I with you,” Cara whispered.
The End
Broken Alien
Fantasy Romance
About the Book
When Emily gets a job at UCLA, she feels like something is finally going right in her life. Without a college degree, and after several run-ins with the law, she never thought she’d get a decent job again so to find something was a true blessing. Her love life had been just as bad as the rest of her life, and she has sworn off men.
Justin has not had much luck in life either, and after his longtime girlfriend Angela dies in a tragic car accident just weeks before their wedding, he sinks into a deep depression. Still working at Mark’s shop, it is the only thing that keeps him from losing it completely and Mark is still his mentor and ensures he at least stays out of trouble with the law. While being a certified mechanic now, he has lost all joy in life.
On her way back from work one day Emily gets horribly lost, and Justin runs into her and helps her find her way. After finding her alone in a coffee shop several days later, looking lonely, Justin joins her for coffee and they start talking. Finding friendship in their shared misery, it doesn’t take long for Emily to realize there is more to Justin than meets the eye and she decides she wants to get to know him better. When he reveals what he truly is, can she accept it as just another aspect of her life or will she decide her life was better without him?
Chapter One
With a sigh Emily left the administrative building at UCLA, happy to finally have found a job that might provide benefits at some point down the road, but not looking forward to the long commute. When her car had finally died a few weeks ago she had dropped it off at the mechanic, who had informed her it would be several thousand to fix. Knowing it would take her months to save up that kind of money, and it wasn’t worth it to begin with, she had sold it for parts which had paid for her past due rent. Now that she had a job, she hoped she would be able to afford some kind of transportation soon, even if it was just a bike, since it was over thirty minutes to walk to work.
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