“You really are a walking piece of shit, you know that? Seeing as you are no longer my brother’s wife – plus, you are screwing my best friend’s ex-husband – I don’t feel a need to be polite to you, Caroline, even if you are a “paying customer” So, kindly, fuck off.”
Sarah sniggered, and listened to Caroline, her whiny voice rising in annoyance, as she attempted to save face.
“You know something, Molly? I always thought you and Finn were too close…if you get my meaning.”
Sarah shot out from the kitchen immediately. She stepped in between her friend and the redhead. “Time for you to go now, Caroline.”
Caroline, sneering, looked her up and down. “Hello Sarah, I can see your aureole through that shirt. Getting the goods out again? Guess the hooker-gene runs deep, huh?”
Sarah smiled, used to this particular line of Caroline’s. “And the skank is showing through...whatever it is you’re wearing, Caroline. What is that?” She pretended to look confused, turned to Molly, her hands spread wide.
Molly pretended to consider. “Something from Hosebags “R” Us?”
Sarah tutted. “No, I’m sure it’s designer – Michael Whores?”
Molly snorted. “Ho-darte?”
“Whore-gio Armani.”
“Nice. Hoo-chi.”
Caroline looked between them. “You think you’re so fucking funny?”
Sarah and Molly nodded in unison.
“Yep, pretty much.”
“Yes, we do.”
Caroline hesitated, huffed, turned on her heel and left.
“Sorry about that, Saz, I set her off.”
Sarah snorted with laughter. “Honey, don’t worry, the bitch is strong in that one. Still,” she flexed and stretched, “busting her chops is like squeezing a stress ball. Good for the soul.”
Molly nodded in agreement. “Chicken soup, indeed.”
Sarah grinned at her and went back to the kitchen. She finished the muffins and slid the tray into the oven. Fixing the timer, she washed her hands and returned to the shop.
“What was she talking about anyway?”
Molly hesitated, not looking at her friend. Sarah bent to catch her eye.
“What?”
Another silence.
“Milly Molly Mandy?”
“Don’t call me that.” But she smiled.
“Come on then, out with it.”
Molly bit her lip. “She was…crowing about being pregnant with Dan’s baby.”
Sarah winced. A wrecking ball through the chest would hurt less.
“Good for her.”
Molly squeezed her hand. “Ignore the bitch. Would you really want to be pregnant with Dan’s kid?”
Sarah sighed, the ache in her chest still pounding at her. “No. But it would have been nice to have Isaac’s kids one day.”
She’d never forget the day her gynecologist had told her she would never carry children. At the time, she’d been upset but not devastated. It had been after Dan went missing and the only other person who knew was Molly. Sarah had been resigned and it was only when she’d met Isaac that the regret really hit her.
“Have you talked about it?”
Sarah shook her head. “Not really. Maybe we should. If he wants children of his own, then…”
“All he wants is you,” Molly said confidently. “Don’t worry about it, Isaac just wants you.”
Isaac repeated what Molly said, almost-word-for-word. “Sarah, sweetheart, as far as I’m concerned, if we decide to have kids – and I’m honestly right down the middle of whether we do or don’t – we have options. There are thousands of kids out there who would love you as their mother.”
He was sitting at one of the tables in the now-closed Varsity, watching her as Sarah moved around the room, switching on the Tiffany lamps, turning down the overhead lights. She loved this time of day, the sensuality of dusk when the coffee house would glow with a soft warmth, the rush would ease, and she could relax. She returned behind the counter, slipping a disc into the shop’s sound system and a second later, Billie Holiday filled the room with sweet music.
“Just when you are near, when I hold you fast, then my dreams will whisper, you’re too lovely to last…”
She’d asked Molly and Finn to join them for a quick supper – where she intended to tell Isaac about Dan. She wanted Finn and Molly there for moral support – and to reign in Isaac’s anger when he found out.
Molly had disappeared somewhere, Finn was due any minute so Sarah had taken advantage of their privacy to tell him about her inability to get pregnant. He had taken it well, expressing sympathy but she could tell, as she gazed into his soft green eyes, that it made no difference to how he felt about her.
He pulled her onto his lap now and kissed her. “You and me, Sarah. That’s all I want.”
She kissed him back, sinking into the embrace and then grinned as she felt his erection harden through his pants. “Ambitious, soldier, but my de facto siblings will be here any minute and I don’t think they’d appreciate the floor show.”
Isaac chuckled. “Just you wait till we get home; I’ll make you pay for giving me blue balls.”
She giggled. “Doesn’t that only happen after a long time without sex? In which case, I doubt that’ll ever happen between us.”
He grinned. “Still, they’re full and ready for you. Like overfull…coconuts.”
She laughed along with him. “That is so gross, Isaac Quinn.” She kissed him again. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance to…no, I’m not continuing with that euphemism, it’s just wrong.”
She hopped off his lap – managing to stroke his erection as she did – which only made him groan. “Dear lord, woman, you are trying to kill me.”
Sarah was debating whether they could get away with a quick screw in the back room when Finn tapped at the closed door and smiled at her. Embarrassed by the flush in her cheeks, Sarah walked over to the locked coffee house door and opened it. “Hello fella, come on in.”
Finn chucked her cheek as he passed, then greeted Isaac, who smiled easily back at him. Sarah noticed he’d pulled his sweater over his lap to hide his erection and she exchanged an amused look with him as Molly made her entrance from the backroom.
All amusement had left Isaac’s face a half hour later after she’d told him about Dan’s visit to the hospital. He’d got up from the table, paced around, obviously trying to calm himself before speaking. The three of them watched him in silence; he sat down and took Sarah’s hands.
“Okay, I’m going to let the fact you didn’t tell me right away slide. I kind of get why you didn’t but still. What did he want?”
Sarah took a deep breath in. “Me, apparently. He wanted to come back and be my “husband” again. I shut him down. He wouldn’t be in any doubt that I meant it too, I might have slapped him when he tried to kiss me.”
Isaac gave a low growl and she squeezed his hands. “All I felt was utter revulsion, Iss. I don’t know that man, he is a stranger to me.”
He searched her eyes. “Do you think he means you harm?”
She sighed. “I honestly don’t know. He did say he wouldn’t let anyone else have me – take that as you will. Is it macho posturing or a threat?”
Finn cleared his throat then, reminding the couple that there were two other people in the room. “Look, guys, as far as the police are concerned…Dan went away, faked his disappearance. But it wasn’t for monetary gain or to cover up a crime so technically, he’s done nothing wrong. Maybe it was just because he was fucking my wife.”
“Then why didn’t she disappear too? Make all our lives better?” Molly interjected, then grinned. Sarah and Finn chuckled at her face.
Isaac sighed heavily. “But then who attacked Sarah? And why? If Dan didn’t kill those women and George and Buddy, then why wouldn’t the killer just…” He couldn’t finish, just looked at Sarah, her lovely face, those kind, warm deep brown eyes. “Why would anyone want to hurt you?” His voice was almost
a broken whisper and it made tears spring into her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his.
“I’m here, Iss, I’m still here. It’s okay.”
Molly surreptitiously wiped a tear away. “So, what do we do?”
Sarah looked at Isaac. “I say, I have a final meeting with Dan. Here, publicly. I tell him that we are no longer in each other’s lives, I wish him the best, but I want him to stay away from me, you, Molly, Finn. If he wants any property, he can have it.” She turned to Molly. “Except The Varsity. As from Friday, Mols, you are the sole owner of this coffee house.”
Molly gaped. “What the hell?”
Sarah smiled. “I’ve been thinking a lot about new opportunities. I want to go back to school. I have my MBA but I want to do something I’m really passionate about. Literature, art, music. Maybe even start my architectural degree again. So I decided. You have done so much for me and you deserve something good so it’s my gift to you, Molly. The Varsity is yours.”
Molly had tears on her face. “Sarah…no, come on, let me buy it.”
Sarah shook her head. “No way. It’s yours, I just hope you don’t feel I’m dumping it on you then running. I’ll stay on until you are fully staffed. And then there’s this… I’m moving in with Isaac - permanently.”
She grinned across at her love, who had visibly relaxed now, hearing her talk about their future. “In fact, although we haven’t made it official…”
“I asked Sarah to marry me,” Isaac said proudly and then chuckled. “Twice, actually.”
Sarah laughed too as Molly started to grin. “Once, I was on morphine, so he had to ask again.”
She shared a look with Isaac and he knew she was thinking the same thing: when I was inside you, kissing, you, fucking you, loving you…
Finn half-smiled. His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were flat but he congratulated them genuinely. Sarah smiled at him, ignoring the look in his eyes. Pain. She shoved the wave of sadness that came over her away. “Finn, I have something for you too.” She grabbed her purse and dug out a set of keys, throwing them to him. “George’s house. Now I know that…well, you may not want to live in that because of…you know, but the land is good. You could finally build that house you’ve always dreamed of building.”
Finn was shaking his head. “I can’t accept it, Sarah, it’s too much.”
Sarah clamped her hands over her ears. “Can’t hear you lalalalalala. Look, I’m starving, I’m going to order pizza. Who is in?”
Molly grinned. “I’d love to but Mike’s waiting. We have a night off from the kids for once and we’re going to enjoy it.”
Sarah hugged her. “Ok then, happy humping.”
Molly grinned as Finn groaned and Isaac laughed. She waved and left the coffee house.
Outside the streetlights were on, their sodium glow throwing the buildings into relief. A bunch of high school kids, giddy from the summer heat and the idea of another week of vacation, danced and shoved each other around, their laughter echoing down the purple-shadowed alleys and passageways leading off Main Street. One of them danced like a court jester, flailing his arms around and making the girls screech.
Sarah sighed, tired but relieved. After all her planning, finally, the people she loved most knew what she was doing. It made it real. She smiled to herself and got up.
“Coffee, anyone?”
She took their orders and went to the bar. Isaac was making a call. Finn followed her.
“Hey.” She turned and grinned at him.
“Hey, yourself.” Finn came behind the bar and hugged her. “That was an incredible thing to do for Molly. Thank you.”
She flushed, easing herself gently out of his arms but patting him on the chest to soften the rejection. “She deserves it. You too. Please take the house, the land, Finn. It really is the least I could do.”
Finn hesitated then glanced back at Isaac, who was deep in conversation with whoever he was on the phone with.
Finn looked at Sarah. “Look, there’s something,” he choked off. “No, I’m sorry, I just needed to say…you ever need me, I’m there. Forever, Sarah. You can always count on me.”
Sarah, terrified he was about to declare his love, patted his chest, putting that barrier between them. “Finn, you are my…brother,” she said gently, “I trust you to know that I care deeply about you, and I always will.”
Their eyes met and Finn nodded his understanding. Sarah hated the pain she saw in his eyes but he smiled. “Look, I’m pretty beat. Rain check on the pizza?”
She hated feeling that she’d hurt him. “You bet.”
Isaac returned Finn’s wave as he left then, as the door closed, and Sarah locked it behind Finn, he ended his call and stood. Sarah turned and leaned against the door and smiled at him. The way he was looking at her made her belly quiver, her sex pulse between her legs.
Isaac smiled and walked to the large windows, lowering the shades until they were totally private.
“Come here,” he said in a low voice, heavy with desire. She pushed herself away from the door and went to him. He slid his hands onto her head, gazing down at her as if seeing her for the first time. “Do you remember when we met? It was right here. I saw you and I was lost. I knew in that second we were meant for each other.”
Sarah smiled up at him. “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”
Isaac tilted her chin up so he could press his lips against hers. “Then it’s only natural that I should now do this properly.”
He bent down on one knee and Sarah started giggling as he nearly tipped over. Isaac laughed then and grabbed her, wrestling her down onto the floor. “Ah, dammit, I wasn’t meant to do it the traditional way. So, Sarah Bailey, for the third and final time, will you be my wife?”
She kissed him through her giggles. “Fuck yes!”
As they laughed, they were pulling at the other’s clothes and before long, Isaac was hitching her legs around his waist and driving his rock-hard cock into her as hard as he could. Sarah moaned and writhed with pleasure beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her mouth on his.
It was nearly three a.m. before they made it back to his apartment in the city. Sarah fell asleep almost immediately but Isaac, making sure she was deeply out, slipped from the bed and went into the living room.
He sat at his desk, his head in his hands. For all the drama with Dan Bailey, there was something else that was bugging him. No, scratch that, it was bigger than that, something he should have dealt with months ago. Hell, he did deal with it – or so he thought.
He fired up his laptop and there was another email. He scanned through the contents quickly then glanced at the clock. A quarter past three in Seattle – eight-fifteen in New York.
He picked up the phone.
Sarah banged on Caroline’s door, fidgeting, her skin itchy from irritation at having to be there. Caroline opened the door, her eyes popping out slightly when she saw Sarah there.
“Well, look, if it isn’t the high and mighty…” Caroline clamped a hand over her mouth as if she was a naughty child. “Excuse my manners, please.”
Sarah, her eyes cold, didn’t react. “Can you get a message to Dan?”
Caroline’s eyes shone with both curiosity and glee. “You bet I can.”
Sarah had the urge to punch the other woman. “Good. Tell him I want to arrange a meeting. At the house. I’ll be there all day today. If he wants to meet, tell him to be there. If not, I’ll assume –,” Now she grinned at the smirking Caroline, “I’ll assume he’s changed his mind about “wanting me back”.” She was rewarded by Caroline’s face, all mirth wiped out.
“I’ll tell him but I wouldn’t hold your breath.” Caroline’s tone had dropped to ice cold which just made Sarah’s smile wider.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be the one holding my breath. Later.”
She turned and walked away, hearing Caroline hiss a curse after her. Without turning, she raised her middle finger behind her, grinning.
Dan called the Varsity less than an hour later.
“Sarah.” His voice was warm, friendly.
Sarah blew out a breath. “Will you come by the house later? We need to talk.”
“Of course. I can’t give you an exact time, I have some business in the city but I promise, I’ll be there today, my darling.”
Isaac called her at lunchtime. “Hey you, how’s it going?”
Sarah looked around the living room of her house. “It’s weird being back. Not good weird, either.”
“You sure you want to do this? I could cancel my trip to “Frisco, you know.”
“Nah, don’t, it’s only one night and as soon as I’ve done here, I’m heading to Molly’s. You know what’s weird, what I realized coming back here?”
“What’s that, beautiful?”
She gave a sad sigh. “I don’t belong here anymore. I’m not sure I ever did.”
“Why don’t you pack all your stuff up? Just move out. We can put stuff in storage if we can’t get it all in here.”
She sighed. “Good idea. Honestly, at this point, I want to take my clothes, my books, my records and the rest can be sold with the house. A new start.”
Isaac laughed softly. “You and me both, baby.” There was something in his voice she couldn’t understand – a sadness.”
“What is it, Isaac?”
He hesitated. “Nothing. Just some crap I’m dealing with, nothing for you to worry about.”
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