then, she didn’t seem comfortable, period.
“Someone you know?” the vet asked, responding to his interest.
“Not exactly,” Ben said, pulling his gaze away, refusing to look in his rearview mirror to see which direction Christine had taken. “She’s just my English professor.”
Zack frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.”
“She’s new to town.”
“She’s gorgeous,” Zack said, his voice appreciative. “Not that I’m noticing,” he added.
“How long ago did your wife leave?” Ben asked, glad to change the subject. Zack had told him, when Ben had stopped in at the vet’s to pick up more puppy food for Buddy, that he was having to refurnish his house after his divorce. That was when Ben had offered the use of his truck to pick up Zack’s new furniture.
“Six months.”
Using the rearview mirror, Ben surveyed the couch and chairs in the back of the truck. “You been sitting on the floor all this time?”
“I haven’t been home long enough to sit anywhere.”
Ben could understand that. After Mary had left, taking Alex with her, Ben hadn’t been able to sit still, either. Though they’d never been in any one apartment for long—Mary had always found some reason or other to be dissatisfied with what his income could provide—there’d still been Alex’s laughter bouncing off whatever walls were surrounding them.
“You seeing anyone?” Ben asked. He had no interest whatsoever in complicating his life again, but Zack seemed like a man who’d enjoy women. Tall, blond, athletic-looking, the guy probably had women following him in droves.
“Nope,” Zack said. “I’ve been too busy at the clinic. Cassie and I are initiating a national pet-therapy program in universities across the country, and I’ve been doing a lot of traveling, though not nearly as much as she has.”
“I don’t imagine there’re lots to choose from in a town this size, anyway,” Ben commented. The thought pleased him.
“Not many I’ve noticed.” Zack grinned. “But I’m not looking, either. Marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’m in no hurry to put myself through it again.”
“Know what you mean.”
“You been married?” The vet glanced over at Ben.
“Yeah.”
“How long?”
“Eight years.”
“Six, here.” Zack sent him a purely male look of commiseration. “Eight years,” he repeated. “You must have married young.”
“I was eighteen. Just finishing high school. I traded my education for a couple of dead-end jobs that allowed me to support my wife.”
Zack whistled, motioning for Ben to turn. “It’s the last house on the right,” he said. And then he added, “She must’ve been some looker to get her hooks into you that deep.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. Mary had been beautiful, but it wasn’t Mary who’d hooked him.
It was Alex.
CHAPTER FOUR
ALEX SANDERS wondered how far Shelter Valley was from California. She didn’t know what streets she had to take, but she might have to walk there.
“Ahhh!” she cried out when the next blow hit her back. She bit her lip. But she didn’t cry. She was a big girl now. Daddy had said so the last time he sneaked a phone call to her at this man’s place.
One more blow and Alex huddled in the corner. Her lip was bleeding now from biting it. And her back hurt so bad she thought it might be broken.
“Never, ever lie to me again,” the man said.
“I won’t,” Alex whispered. She’d try her best not to. She just wasn’t sure how she could stop doing something she wasn’t doing. How could she promise not to lie again when she hadn’t lied in the first place?
She thought of the phone number she had hidden in the pocket of her Cabbage Patch doll. Somehow she was going to have to call Daddy. He’d know the answer. He was her real daddy and he knew everything.
This other man who hit her—Mommy kept telling her to call him Daddy.
But she wouldn’t. Not ever. No matter what he did to her.
One more blow landed on her bottom when she wasn’t looking.
And Alex started to cry.
TORY WAS IN Christine’s office after her last class on Friday, double-checking to make sure she’d done everything she’d needed to. And feeling relieved that she’d made it through her second week as a teacher. There’d been no uprisings in any of her classes.
She had a few telephone calls to return—one about an assessment committee Christine had been chosen to sit in on, a student who’d missed class, and Phyllis. She also had a roster to update.
And she had a permanent knot in her stomach.
Yet, as she looked back over the past two weeks, she had to smile. She hadn’t been half-bad. What was more, during those moments when she’d forgotten who she really was, she’d actually enjoyed herself. She’d always known she loved literature. Reading it. Studying it. Discussing it. She’d just never known how much she liked teaching, too.
“Come in,” she called when a knock sounded at the door.
Her stomach flip-flopped when Ben Sanders entered. The man was definitely something to look at. Six feet tall, with his curly dark hair and big brown eyes, he’d probably led more than one woman astray.
But not this woman.
Dropping his backpack on the floor, he sank into the chair across from her desk. Tory stiffened.
“I just stopped by to let you know I sent off the paper this morning.”
“Oh!” She smiled. “Good.” Though she tried to keep it in place, she could feel her smile fading. He could just as easily have given her the news in class that morning. Why was he here? What did he want? What did he know?
“Thanks for the suggestion.”
“There’s no guarantee anything will come of it,” she felt compelled to warn him.
“Don’t worry, Teach.” He grinned. “I gave up on guarantees a long time ago.”
“I’m impressed, you know,” she said, thinking like a teacher—and suddenly horrified when she heard how the words sounded. She wasn’t a teacher; she was Tory Evans, failure and fraud.
“Oh?” He gazed over her shoulder at the window behind her desk.
