Page 126 of Seeking Two Lovers

Sarah refused to press charges, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t protect her. She just wanted to leave New England and never look back. While I would have loved for her to do the opposite—tell her story to the authorities and stick around until that fucker locked up—she had no one there to support her.

No parents. No siblings. No friends outside the compound.

And she refused to allow Blaine to go anywhere near the place that had caused him so much pain.

With no police report being filed, she would be free to leave once released from the hospital. I promised someone would be there to collect her and see her to the airport.

The first phone call I made when I finished with Sarah and Nina was to my father.

He knew some of what had happened to Blaine as a child and didn’t hesitate to agree to help Sarah. My dad was well aware of what I’d set in motion with Higgins, and he promised to do everything he could to speed up the process.

Dad gathered some clothing, since Sarah had fled with only the dress on her back, and promised to put through the call to ready the family jet the moment she was released.

A bit of back and forth, a long chat with Higgins to let him know the latest, and the plan was set in stone.

Higgins would visit Sarah in the hospital, take pictures of her injuries, and document what had happened.

Dad would get Sarah to the plane once she was released from the hospital.

She would arrive in California later that evening.

With the ball rolling, I’d crawled back into my bed and offered silent, physical support to Blaine who lay there like a dead man.

“My dad is going to pick Sarah up and take her to the airport,” I said even though I’d carried on the bulk of the phone conversations right there in my room where they both must have heard every word I’d spoken. “He’s going to see her safely onto the family jet, and we’ll pick her up tonight.”

I tugged on Blaine until he rolled onto his back, and he pulled his and Lily’s clasped hands atop his belly.

Propped up on an elbow, I peered at his pale face and into the shadowed darkness in his eyes.

“She’s safe. Healthy. Yes, she’s going to have some serious emotional shit to heal from, but if she’s half as strong as you, she’ll be fine.” I smiled, cupping his cheek.

He nodded, not making a noise even as tears began to fill his eyes again.

“I love you, Blaine.” I softly kissed his lips. “You’ve come so far since we moved out here, and Sarah is going to find the same healing as you have. I’ll make sure of it.”

Lily snuggled into his side, and I focused on her dark eyes. “Thank you for being with him while I took care of everything.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be.” Her smile trembled, and I leaned over Blaine to kiss her mouth too.

“You both look really good in my bed,” I said, glancing between them. “I think I want to keep you.”

“Not going anywhere,” Blaine muttered, grasping at my hand I’d laid top their clasped ones. His fingers thread through mine, holding on tight in a four-hand sandwich.

I kissed the back of his knuckles, my eyes on Lily.

Hers had welled also.

“Bikini girl?”

“Hmm?” Her smile lit her face even as a tear slid over her cheek.

“Are you gonna stick around?” I asked, feeling as though I’d stepped to the edge of a cliff where who the fuck knew what laid below. My stomach cramped more in hope of her reply than it had over the entire conversation with my dad.

Please say yes…please complete me. Us.

“Yep.” Lily popped the P.

“Thank fuck.” I kissed her again and laid back down beside Blaine and closed my eyes, a slow exhale sagging me into the mattress.

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