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Servants delivered our salads. She said "thanks" to them, but then she said, “Good, but tomorrow I want to check with the bank about what Darren said. If there is money, then it’s for Joshua.”
I picked up my fork but shook my head. “Or for you. I’ll ensure Joshua has whatever he needs.”
Her eyebrows went up, and she said, “I’m pretty sure that’s not how laws work.”
“He’d want it to be for you.” I said, and bounced my son, who curled against my chest. Then whispered, “I have a trillion-dollar inheritance and make plenty of money as a heart surgeon. He’ll be fine unless we blow all the money dancing around the world, but even then, I don’t think we'd be able to scratch the surface.”
“Dinner looks amazing,” she said, and settled beside me.
Whatever happened with her sister wasn’t a problem? My Sarah seemed more sure of herself than ever, and that made her even sexier than when I first met her.
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Sarah
Waking up with Cyrus was amazing. I loved him and he loved me. Every second of every day I believed it a little more. Maybe one day I’d be a total believer in dreaming and happiness, but for now we needed to hurry.
His parents volunteered to watch Joshua this morning, so we cleaned up and went to meet his brother in the sitting room where we’d been last night.
His brother, Jeff, was waiting for us. I scooted my chair closer to Cyrus, and Jeff then said, “Her will named Sarah as the legal guardian, and with that, access to all her funds. However, since you’re getting married and we already prepared the court filings, I’ll get the paperwork for formal adoption from both of you.”
My eyes widened. My sister had seriously thought I’d continue taking advantage of the Norouzi family. She clearly hadn’t listened to me—ever. We were born in the same family, but we had such different ideas about life and happiness.
Cyrus took my hand and said, “Sounds good.”
Jeff blinked, and I could swear it meant I needed to say something, though all he did was hand me papers and a key and say, “And here is the bank info, including her security box.”
“Thanks, Jeff.” I said and clutched it. I’d deal with the bank later.
I refused to let my sister stop our forward motion.
We chatted for a few minutes more, but once we finished and Jeff left, Cyrus asked me, “Are you ready?”
For a second, I was lost in his gaze while warmth enveloped me like a hug. “Let’s be quick at the condo, because I want to get home to Joshua.”
We drove down the narrow paths of the small beachside town, and the air had a salty smell that filled my heart.
He asked me again where I wanted to go next, and I said I’d think about it. Now I remembered some of my favorite movies and decided I wanted to honeymoon in Hawaii.
I’d never been there, but it sounded traditional, and amazing, and we’d be together on the beach.
Dreams flooded me now. We parked in front of my sister’s place, and he pointed down the main hall of the first floor and said, “I’ll get the mail.”
Right. I nodded. I’d start with her bedroom and scour for important papers. So I said, “Meet me upstairs, then.”
Everything was amazing until I turned down the hall of her apartment and saw Darren staring at me.
Ice flooded my veins, and I froze in place.
Memories of being tied to his bed and unable to move my hands replayed in vivid color.
He walked closer I and studied him more closely. He was skinnier than I remembered.
Cyrus was all muscle, but Darren was tall but thin, like he was on drugs. I stilled, but then decided I’d never be weak again. I swallowed and asked, “Darren, why are you here?”
He moved closer, and for a second, a shiver rushed though me when he said, “You dismissed me, Sarah.”
The last time I’d seen him I’d been unable to speak. Now I lifted my chin and said, “You deserve far worse. Leave, or I will file charges against you.”
