Say Yes (Something More)

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Say Yes

 

Something More, Book Two

 

 

Tara West

 

 

 

Copyright © 2013 by Tara West

Published by Shifting Sands Publishing

First epub edition, published July 2013

Edited by Theo Fenraven

Cover Art by Tamra Westberry

Formatting by Danielle Blanchard

 

All rights reserved.

This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Dedication

 

Prologue - Andrés

 

Chapter One

 

Chapter Two

 

Chapter Three

 

Chapter Four

 

Chapter Five

 

Chapter Six

 

Chapter Seven

 

Chapter Eight

 

Chapter Nine

 

Chapter Ten

 

Chapter Eleven

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

Chapter Fourteen

 

Chapter Fifteen

 

Chapter Sixteen

 

Chapter Seventeen

 

Chapter Eighteen

 

Chapter Nineteen

 

Chapter Twenty

 

Chapter Twenty-One

 

About the Author

 

Additional Novels by Tara West

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

Jodi, your friendship means so much to me. Thank you for helping run my fan club and for your continued faith in my books. You rock!

 

Special thanks to Becky, Carrie, Christina, Emma, Jacklynn, Kelly, Merissa, Raven, Sheri, Tammy and Vickie for your support and input. I couldn’t do this without you.

 

Theo Fenraven, you are editing gold. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

Elle, thanks again for the formatting love, and for making my books so pretty. J

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Andrés

 

 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Andrés. How have you been?”

My hands go clammy as I give the military doctor a blank stare. Why did I think it would be a good idea to come here? Oh, yeah, closure. That’s what I kept telling myself on the drive to the VA hospital. I wanted to let Doctor Barnes know I don’t need to see him anymore.

Because I don’t. I’m better now.

I wipe my hands on my jeans, trying to get rid of the excess moisture. It must be hot in here. I have no reason to sweat. No reason at all.         

“I figured as much.” He crosses one leg over his knee, looking casual as he leans back against the upholstered leather chair, but there’s still that expectant look in his eyes. Despite the glare on the doctor’s glasses, I can see the man’s impatience. “How else have you been?”

This shrink is never one to waste time. He’s not afraid to pressure me to get to the point, which is one reason I have always liked him.

I sip from my water bottle, clear my throat, and then answer. “I haven’t had a bad dream in months.”

After the roadside bomb had flipped our truck and killed my best friend in Afghanistan, I couldn’t escape the nightmares that plagued me. Although the occurrence of those dreams slowed after I met Christina, they completely stopped three months ago, after my best friend’s wife, Letty, contacted me on Facebook. She’d written me a long letter apologizing for blaming me for James’s death. She’d even invited me to San Antonio for her youngest son’s birthday party. It seems I just needed Letty’s forgiveness for the nightmares to stop.  

“That’s great news.” The doctor smiles wider this time.

I can tell this smile is genuine, and I release a pent-up breath of air.

Then the doctor hits me with the next question. “Are you adjusting to life as a civilian?”

“Oh, yeah.” I nod before sticking one clammy hand in my pants pocket. The little velvet pouch is still there, and though it takes up no more room than a wadded-up tissue, it feels heavy. The weight of it presses into my thigh. What’s worse is, the strain is somehow tethered to an invisible noose that is wrapped around my neck. Each day the pouch feels heavier, and the noose feels tighter, so tight I feel I may suffocate from the pressure. “I’m learning how to take over my uncle’s businesses.” I say the words I rehearsed on the drive over. “Working out and….” I pause and finger the pouch again. “I met a girl.”

I shift in my seat, trying to suppress my arousal as I envision last night in bed, when Christina’s long auburn hair had been fanned around my thighs. I can’t forget the expression in her emerald eyes when she looked up at me, flashing that seductive smile right before she took me in her mouth.

“You sound hesitant to talk about her. Are you having second thoughts?”

“No, never.” I vehemently shake my head before I force myself to stop.

Doctor Barnes has that look in his eyes again. Damn, he’s too smart for his own good. I remind myself I need to find a new shrink, maybe one a little less observant. Maybe one who nods and agrees with everything I say.

I avert my gaze, but I can’t escape the feeling Doctor Barnes can see through me, straight into my soul. But I came here to talk, didn’t I? No. I came here to tell the doctor I no longer need him, as soon as I get help with this one little problem.

I look the doctor in the eyes, take a shaky breath, and slowly exhale, even though the invisible noose is making it harder to breathe. “Ever since we moved in together, my family has been pressuring us to get married.”

He gives me a pointed look. “How do you feel about marriage?”

I answer without hesitation. “I love her. I’ll do anything to marry her. I even had a ring made, but I don’t think I have the nerve to pop the question.”

I shouldn’t have asked Tia for my grandmother’s ring. That was a bad idea. A very bad idea. We’ve only been together six months, and I’ll scare her off. Then I remember Tia wagging a finger in my face and clucking her tongue, telling me the church frowns on sex out of wedlock.

I don’t want to offend God, but I don’t want to lose Christina, either. Her parents were unloving and abusive. How can she possibly be ready for marriage and family after what she’s been through?

Slowly, I pull the velvet pouch out of my pocket, loosen the drawstring, and dump the ring in my palm. I hold the shining silver band beneath the soft glow of the overhead lights.

“The emeralds came from my grandmother’s wedding band,” I say to the doctor as I press the ring between the tips of my fingers. “They’re the same color as Christina’s eyes.”

“You said you don’t have the nerve to ask her,” he asks in an annoyingly impartial monotone. “Why?”

“It’s just….” I swallow against the tightening knot around my throat as I place the ring back in the pouch. “I’m afraid she won’t say yes.”

 

Chapter One

 

Christina

 

 

God, I hate hospitals. They’re cold, not just physically, but emotionally, from the stark white walls to the constant beeps and buzzing, and the sickeningly sweet smell of lemon disinfectants. I can hear a woman screaming in the distance, and from the sounds, she is in agonizing pain.

My heart is pounding a wild staccato in my ears, and I brace myself as I set my hand on the door to the Critical Care waiting room.

The woman screams again, and this time the desperation in her cries is even worse.

I close my eyes and take a shaky breath, trying to block her out.

You must do this, Christina. Tyler needs you.
     

Tyler’s image resurfaces in my mind: his cherubic cheeks, that dimple in his smile. My adorable little godson, just over a year old. So cute, so sweet, and until a few months ago, so happy and healthy. I’ve noticed the last few times I’ve visited him, he’s been cranky, and his eyes seemed less vibrant. I assumed he had a cold. I had no idea his condition would worsen.

This evening, after I came home from an exhausting day at work, Tyler’s grandmother called me. Tyler had been hospitalized. Doctors are calling his condition, “failure to thrive.”

“What does that mean?” I asked her, but she was crying so hard, I could barely understand a word. I vaguely remember jotting down the name of the hospital. My brain had turned to mush by this point, my breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Though this is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, I need to go inside that waiting room.

I’ve got to be strong for Tyler. Even if I have to watch him die.

 

* * *

 

I look around as I walk into the waiting room. Tyler’s mom, Karri, and her mom, Mrs. Peterson, are huddled together, quietly sobbing on the vinyl sofa. Mrs. Peterson looks more tired and worn than usual as she dabs her swollen eyes with a tissue.

The baby’s daddy, Jackson James, and his dad and stepmom are sitting on the opposite end of the room, scowling at Karri and her mom as if they have a case of the plague.

“Christina, thank God you came!” Karri practically screeches as she jumps up.  

“Where’s Ty?” I ask her.

Karri’s pink spiky hair is a tousled mess, her eyeliner is running down her face in streaks, and her pale face is covered in angry red blotches.

“The doctor took him away.” She wipes her watery eyes with the back of her hand, and then flings herself into my arms. “Oh, Christina, I’m so scared.”  

 
I’m scared, too. My limbs feel like deadweights, as fear has numbed me from the inside out. But Karri is Ty’s mom, and I suspect she’s suffering even more than me, so I do the only thing I know to do. I wrap my arms around her even though we aren’t on best friend terms anymore, not after I’d discovered Tyler was actually the result of Karri’s one night affair with Jackson James, my fiancé.

Correction, my
former
fiancé.

While I was away at a sorority retreat, Karri screwed the man I almost made the mistake of marrying. Nine months later, she’d had Tyler, claimed the father was one of three other guys, and then named me the baby’s godmother. If I was a hateful bitch like my now estranged mother, I would turn my back on Tyler and Karri. Because I care so much for the baby, I’m forced to make nice with his mom, but she’ll never, ever be restored to BFF status, and I sure as hell won’t trust her again.

Six months ago, after Karri finally admitted to Jackson’s family, and then to me, Ty was Jackson’s baby, Jackson’s dad and stepmom assumed care for Tyler and even paid for Karri’s rehab. Given Karri’s history with drug use, Jackson’s family has kept custody of Tyler, and I suspect they don’t ever plan on giving him back. Since they can afford the best lawyers in Austin, I know they won’t have to, either. That’s why I only get to see Tyler every other Sunday now when I visit Karri’s mom.

I’m surprised Tyler still recognizes me, but whenever he sees me, his face lights up and he squeals, “Teeny! Teeny!”

The irony is “Teeny” was Jackson’s pet name for me. I hated it, and still do, but the way Tyler says it makes me smile. I really do love that little guy. I feel my throat tightening again as I am nearly overcome with emotion.     

“What in hell is
she
doing here?”

I pull out of Karri’s embrace to see Jackson’s dad looking as austere and cold as ever. He’s tall like his son, with the same blue-green eyes. He’s clutching his cellphone in one hand, while his other is balled into a fist at his side.

I swallow as my gaze flits nervously from Karri to Mrs. Peterson, and then back to Jackson’s dad. The lines around his eyes are more pronounced as he juts one foot forward. I’m reminded of a bull preparing to charge. 

What have I ever done to him other than break it off with his cheating, controlling son?

Karri laces her fingers through mine and squares her shoulders. She levels Mr. James with a glare, and for once, I’m actually grateful for her friendship. “Christina loves Ty, and he loves her.”

His pale face flushes, all the way to the greying roots of his blond hair. “She’s no relation,” he says in a menacing growl.

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