Sacrifice was released on Tuesday and I invite you to read a sample from the book.
Dane's entry into the room stilled Sophie's thoughts. She realized then that she hadn’t moved from where he left her. He clasped her shoulders with both hands. “I can't know what the problem is if you don't tell me.”
She didn't look at him because if she
did, her resentment would be obvious. While he was gone, she’d had a lot of
time to think. Sophie wanted to ask so many things but couldn’t come up with
the first word to make a sentence. Then the curiosity she couldn't suppress
made her ask, “How was Jamaica?”
He tipped one brow as if she had said
something strange, but replied, “No different from any other trip.”
“Did you stay with your father?”
Now, he frowned. “Of course, who else
would have put me up?”
Her mouth puckered, then she said, “I
wouldn’t really know where you were if you had a mind to stay somewhere else.”
Dane released her and took a step back. “Are
you accusing me of something?”
“The better question might be whether
there’s something you should tell me.”
He stared hard at her. “And what might
that be?”
The intensity in his eyes unnerved her
and she shrugged. “I’m not the one who would know.”
He cupped the back of his neck with one
hand. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but if you have something you want
to say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get
why you’re asking me this now.”
She cursed the coward inside her and
sighed. “I’m sorry, I just—”
A cough, then a cry echoed from the baby
monitor and stopped her words.
Nyla coughed again and they both turned
toward the door, but Dane held her in place. “It’s okay, I’ll go.”
He hurried from the room, and she sank
on the bed. If she didn’t get her act together, he’d start wondering if she was
losing her mind. The pressure of trying to balance work and her anxieties was
taking a toll.
Evie was good with Nyla, but sometimes
Sophie wondered if she shouldn’t have taken Dane’s advice. He had suggested
that she cut back on her days at the clinic, or consult from home, if that
would ease her mental strain. So far, she hadn’t moved on either suggestion.
Another example of her tendency to procrastinate.
Nyla’s continued hacking pierced her
mental haze and when she rose, Dane met her coming back down the corridor. “I
don’t like how she looks.”
Nyla was now blue in the face.
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