Saving Sarah

by Saving Sarah (lit)

  “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Were you waiting here all night?”

  “We need to talk.”

  Sarah pulled her arm out of his grasp. “I think the time for talking is long over. What could we possibly need to discuss now?”

  “Why I left.”

  Tears began to cloud her vision, but she refused to let them fall. “I think you just summed it up perfectly. You left. You didn’t want to be with me. Your actions proved that.”

  “You’re wrong. I’ve always loved you, Sarah. Nothing’s changed that, and nothing ever will.”

  “I don’t want to hear this. Why are you doing this to me?”

  She scrambled backward. The proximity at which she stood caused the ache in her chest to intensify. How many times had they held each other while he whispered lies of unconditional love? It may have been years ago, but the memories never faded, nor the pain.

  “I’m trying to right a wrong. I love you. I had to leave. Not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. If I would have taken you with me, you’d have hated me forever.”

  “Quit talking in riddles and tell me what the hell was so important that you left me the day after I lost our baby!”

  The tears betrayed her and poured down her cheeks. The look of pain on his face only made more fall. She felt torn. A part of her wanted him to comfort her. For him to tell her some outrageous story so she could understand and get over this pain, but she knew what he did was unforgivable. The anger made her want to hurt him as much as he hurt her.

  “My father. Well, he died, leaving his responsibilities to me. Those obligations forced me move to Waco. I didn’t want it, but I had to go.”

  “What responsibilities or obligations were more important than being with me to mourn our loss?”

  The sound of tires screeching in the parking lot caused both of them to turn toward the red Corvette that came flying in. The look Gavin had on his face as he slammed his door and approached held none of the passion she saw earlier. The quickness with which his large frame moved toward them left her stunned.

  “What in the hell is going on here?” He quickly pulled Sarah next to his body, protecting her with his arm.

  Devon narrowed his eyes, taking a step toward them. He looked menacing, ready to attack her new lover, but Gavin didn’t budge an inch. “I don’t think that’s any of your damn business. How about you get back in that death trap of yours and leave.”

  “No, I’m not going anywhere, ever,” Gavin snapped.

  Sarah could feel the tension thick in the air. She wasn’t sure what to do or who to side with. As much as she wanted to know what Devon was talking about, she sure as hell didn’t want to be alone with him.

  “Gavin, what are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to make sure you left safely. I’m glad I came back. Do you want me to follow you home?”

  Sarah looked toward Devon. “Yes, we were done here.”

  “No, we weren’t. I need to explain.”

  “Later. Now’s not that time, Devon. I’m tired, and I want to go home.”

  Her ex turned toward the tall blond holding her and glared in his direction. The saying, “if looks could kill,” crossed her mind, but she quickly broke their stare at each other.

  “Gavin, let’s go. Devon, I’ll call your mother later. You are staying there, correct?”

  “No, I got an apartment until my house is built. But you can call her. She’d love to hear from you. She asks about you all the time.”

  “Does she have your number?”

  “Yes, she’ll give it to you.”

  “All right. I’ll talk to you later.”

  She watched Devon hesitantly walk off and get into an oddly familiar looking truck. Gavin remained silent until he was gone. “Do you still want me to follow you home?”

  “No, I think I’ll be okay now. Thank you for coming to check on me.”

  “It was no problem. I take it you two share a past?”

  Sarah could have laughed at that statement. Did we ever. As much as she wanted to lie and brush off what her new lover had just seen, she couldn’t lie to him. If she was going to continue to see him, and she had every intention of doing so then she needed to tell the truth. “Yeah, you could say that.”

  Gavin pressed his lips against her forehead. “I’m sorry he caused you pain. I’m only a call away if you need anything. I’ll come as quickly as I can.”

  “I do…need something,” Sarah whispered, looking up to meet his eyes.

  “Anything, just ask.”

  “Dinner?” With you as dessert.

  He laughed, and for some unexplainable reason, her heart felt it. “What time, gorgeous?”

  “Early. Six?”

  “Six, it is. I’ll see you then.”

  Sarah watched as he got in his car and waited for her to leave. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the island while he turned and went into the opposite direction. Throbbing erupted in her head while she fought to keep her eyes on the road. Soon, she’d be home, and she could get some much needed rest before dinner tonight. Just the thought of going on an actual date made her heart thump harder. Oh, how she prayed she was doing the right thing.

  Chapter 5

  The sound of the phone ringing echoed in the back of Sarah’s mind. Sleepily, she reached for it, clicking it open without looking at whose number was on the outside. “Hello?”

  Silence filled the line. “Hello?” Still nothing. “Look, this is getting old. Who in the hell is this? Tom, this is you, isn’t it?”

  “Quite a show you put on earlier. Who’s the cowboy? He seemed to melt the ice that surrounds your heart. I’ve never seen you cry before.”

  “That’s none of your damn business. If you call me again, I’m calling the cops.”

  The line disconnected, and Sarah looked toward her clock. She had to blink twice to make sure she read the time right. “Five fifty!” With her adrenaline pumping, her legs almost gave out the moment her feet hit the ground.

  How in the hell did she sleep so long? Sarah jumped in the shower and washed as quickly as she could. Her hair took the longest, but in record time, she was running to her closet to find some clothes. A knock on her door caused her to groan.

  “First date in years and I fuck it up.”

  Throwing on her robe, she walked to the door. Slowly, she opened it only a few inches. Her jaw dropped when she noticed it wasn’t Gavin, but Devon standing there.

  “How did you know where I lived?”

  His smile made her stomach tighten. “I noticed your car. I live three doors down,” he said pointing. “Since the parking spaces are marked it wasn’t hard for me to figure out which one you lived in.”

  “Well, I’m getting ready for a date. I know we need to finish our talk, but right now really isn’t the time.” The shaking of her body increased the longer he stood staring at her.

  The smile faded from his face and an unexplainable feeling stabbed her heart. “Sarah, I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven for what I’ve done, but if you’ll just hear me out, I’ll leave. If you don’t want to see me again after that, then, it’s up to you.”

  “Couldn’t we do this later? Really, I’m running extremely late. Gavin will be here any moment.”

  Devon pushed his way inside at the mention of Gavin’s name. “You act like I haven’t seen you naked before. I’ll tell you as you get dressed.”

  “You are not seeing me naked! You are not allowed to leave this living room. Talk loud.”

  Sarah ran to her room, not wasting any time. She quickly pulled on her white lace panties and bra. Looking around the room for her hair clip, she noticed Devon wasn’t talking. Her eyes landed on the dresser mirror, and she could see him watching her from the living room. She froze.

  “I didn’t see anything other than what you’re wearing now. I promise.”

  She stalked to the living room until she faced him. “You want me to believe that? You wer
e watching me get dressed.”

  “Sarah,” he whispered huskily.

  Immediately, a pull made her lean closer. “Devon, I think you should leave.” She could barely talk, let alone fight what her mind kept telling her to do. The urge to touch him made her pussy ache. Flashes of them together all those years ago refreshed in her mind. Fuck, he was an amazing lover, even back then when they were so young.

  Fingertips trailed along her bra strap down to the swell of her breast. “You don’t know how many times I dreamed of you, just like this. The smell of your skin still haunts me.”

  Sarah was pulled gently into his arms. The heat coming from his body was so inviting, she wanted to snuggle in closer. Just like him, everything about them together plagued her life.

  “Kiss me, Sarah. Please, let me taste you.”

  She jerked back so suddenly she fell on her ass. “Get out, right now. I don’t know what your intentions are for coming here, or doing what you just did, but I don’t have time for this shit. Date, remember?”

  He smiled and tipped his cowboy hat. “No, I don’t think I could forget the fact that my future wife is about to date one of my rivals, but go ahead. I hope you have fun.”

  “Future wife! You have lost your mind. Get out!”

  Sarah tried to hide the shock caused by his statement, but she couldn’t. She literally pushed him out of the door. Gavin stood there waiting with grocery bags in one hand.

  “I heard yelling. Are you all right?”

  She looked toward Devon and stepped back into her apartment. “I’m fine. As you can tell, I’m not dressed. I woke up late. Why don’t you come in while I get some clothes on?” She turned to Devon. “You can explain things later. I’ll call you. Do not come by again without me knowing.”

  He laughed and turned to Gavin. “Houston, is it? I was Waco, but not anymore. Watch yourself. If you so much as brush your teeth against her skin, I’ll be there to tear you apart.”

  Sarah looked back and forth between them, completely puzzled. The rage coming from both men only increased her own anger. “What in the hell are you talking about, Devon?”

  Gavin’s body relaxed. He smiled and ran his free palm along her cheek. “I’ll let Sarah choose before I go that far. But, for your information, I’ve already cleared things with Marcos, and Ayden said he’d be glad to have me. So, it looks like I’m a permanent resident of this little island town, too.”

  Devon growled, making Sarah jump. “Someone better explain things to me because I have no idea what in the hell you both are talking about. And what’s Ayden have to do with this? Are you both here for the wedding?”

  “Yes,” Gavin said quietly. “But I’m not going back afterward. I’m staying.”

  Before she could say anything one of the neighbors walked by, gawking at her appearance. Sarah could feel her cheeks burn from embarrassment. “I’m getting dressed, dammit. Gavin, come inside. Devon, we’ll talk later.”

  Without even waiting, Sarah turned around and walked quickly to her room. She threw on the first pair of jeans she could find and grabbed a red and black flannel shirt. It wasn’t anywhere near flattering, but from the looks of things, Gavin planned to cook. She might as well show him how she looked when she wasn’t out. That’s what dating was all about, wasn’t it? It was two people trying to impress the other, while all the time pretending to be what the other person likes. Not her, not this time. She’d be herself, and it was take it or leave it.

  “Sorry about you walking up on that,” she said, coming into the kitchen. “I thought he was you. If it wouldn’t have been for the phone ringing, I’d probably still be asleep.”

  He smiled, removing the contents from the bag. “Well, then, who do I have to thank for waking Sleeping Beauty?”

  Sarah immediately tensed. He stopped and stepped closer to her. “This person makes you feel uncomfortable? Who was it?”

  “How do you know he makes me uncomfortable?”

  Gavin cupped her cheeks, staring deeply into her eyes. “I can feel how stressed this person makes you feel. I know it sounds weird. Call me sensitive, or whatever, but I don’t want to have to hide it from you. I can feel other people’s emotions. At least, for the last few years, anyway.”

  She felt a little shocked but knew he was telling the truth. As odd as it seemed to her, she believed him. “His name is Tom. I met him a while back. He’s become a pest, so to speak.”

  “No, it’s more than that.” He studied her face. “Have you called the police?”

  Sarah laughed it off, pulling back from his reach. “No, of course not. He’ll get the picture.”

  Gavin took a step closer filling in the distance she put between them. “Don’t always trust everyone you meet. There are some bad people out there. Not everyone gets the picture, as you like to put it. Just be careful. If you want me to tell him to stop, I will.”

  She nodded and watched him walk back to the food. For the first time, she felt scared of Tom. Before it was just an annoyance, but Gavin’s warnings had somehow sunk in. She recalled his words earlier on the phone.

  “Gavin…never mind.”

  “No, tell me. You wanted to say something. Do you want me to talk to him?”

  “Maybe you should if he calls again. He said something that I didn’t really catch until now.”

  He looked over at her curiously. “Like what?”

  “He said he saw what happened this morning between the three of us. I really think he was watching.”

  Gavin’s hand froze on the package of pasta. “He’s watching you?” She didn’t miss anger that flared across his features. “Is this the first time he’s mentioned doing something like this?”

  Closing her eyes, Sarah thought over everything he ever said, which wasn’t much. “Yes, I believe so. Mainly, there’s just silence, but this morning I actually addressed him. He answered back. When I threatened to call the police, he hung up on me.”

  “Well, maybe you scared him, but I do want the phone next time there’s a number you don’t recognize.”

  She nodded and walked over, handing him a pot. Quietly, they stood side by side while they put the spaghetti to boil and the sauce to cook. It felt strange for her to be doing this with anyone. Especially, someone she just met. But something about Gavin made her feel at ease. She instantly had trusted him. A part of her wanted to say fuck the food, and just go to the bedroom, but something stopped her from doing so.

  “I don’t think us watching the water is going to make it boil any faster,” he said laughing

  She turned toward him and smiled. “I think you may be right. Sorry, I’m just not used to this. I’m not sure what to do.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “You don’t have to do anything. Did I mention how beautiful you look, by the way? I like you dressed like this. I’m glad I decided we should stay in instead of going out somewhere. Sarah, there’s something I need to tell you about myself, and I’m not really sure how you’re going to take it.”

  Questions filled her mind, but she wasn’t sure what he needed to confess. They had just met each other.

  “What is it?”

  Gently, he pulled her to sit down at the table. She watched him trace the wood with his fingertip while he shifted in the chair. “Sarah, when I say this, you have to trust me, okay?”

  “All right,” she said uneasily.

  “I got into town last night and drove straight to the bar. I don’t know why, but I had this need to go there. I’ve never even heard of that place, but when I saw you, I knew you were the reason. With my kind, it’s like that. We show up or go places for reasons unknown to us. Everything revolves around the pull.”

  “Your kind? You mean intuitives, people who are sensitive like you?”

  She watched him open his mouth and then close it. “I don’t want to lie to you. No, not sensitives. I am one of those, but that’s not what I meant. I think this conversation isn’t ready to happen yet. Let’s just forget the last part. Just know that my
intentions are genuine. I plan on sticking around. That’s what I meant to say. Plus, you should know I have a daughter. She lives with her mother, but I do get her on occasion.”

  Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Really? Thank you for telling me. What’s her name?”

  “Annabelle. She’s five.” He pulled out a picture from his wallet and handed it to her. Blonde ringlets surrounded her beautiful face. Sarah couldn’t help but smile. If she would have had a daughter, would she look like this? Would she have her blonde hair or Devon’s dark hair? She handed the picture back to him.

  “She’s beautiful.”

  He smiled. “Thank you, yes, yes she is. And, completely spoiled, thanks to me.”

  They both laughed together until Gavin turned serious. “I do plan to live in this town, Sarah. How do you feel about that?”

  She smiled, but still couldn’t shake weird vibe she received from the riddles he spoke of earlier. “I want you to stick around. I feel something, this trust or closeness to you that I can’t explain. It’s weird. I’ve never felt this connected to anyone besides…” Her smile disappeared.

  “That guy, Devon, was it?”

  “Yes, Devon. He used to make me feel this way.”

  Gavin stared at her awhile and grabbed her hand. “Does he still? I mean, you two obviously share something to have such emotions toward each other, but do you feel a pull toward him? All I get from you when you’re together is pain and confusion.”

  “Gavin…” Sarah took a deep breath, trying not to get too expressive. “Devon and I were together all through high school. At the end of our senior year, I got pregnant.” Shit, she really hadn’t wanted to get into this conversation yet, but if she wanted to keep him, she needed to be truthful, even if it was a lot sooner than she would have liked. “When I was three months along, I lost the baby. For reasons he still hasn’t explained, he left me the next day.” She took a ragged breath. “I loved him with everything I had, and he broke my heart. So, now that you know, you can understand how I’m not sure how I feel about him anymore.”

  “I see.”

  He was so quiet she wasn’t sure what he could possibly be thinking. She wouldn’t blame him for running out and never looking back. Not very many men would want to mix themselves up with the drama that was establishing itself in her life. Of course, not many people would even be having this conversation on the first freaking date.