|Posted on March 31, 2014 at 1:35 PM|
Welcome- this week the word is HUG
A more frightened filly, he’s never seen. When she turned around her dark blue eyes widened and her mouth gaped.
“Where were you planning to go?”
“I really don’t know but I don’t to be your problem. My husband is bound to find out where I am and when he does… I don’t want you to be in danger. Plus he has the right to take me.” Folding her arms in front of her, she stared at his well-worn boots.
Maverick’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean he has a right to take you?”
“He’s my husband, I belong to him.” Her voice shook.
“He’s been feeding you a bunch of malarkey. And you believe him? How long have you been married?” He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
“Three years I think. I’m not really sure.” This time she looked him in the eye.
He didn’t know what to think. “How old are you?”
Anora hesitated. “I’m twenty-five.”
“No seriously how old are you?”
Her gaze fell to his boots again and she shuffled her feet before finally answering. “I’m almost twenty.”
He wasn’t sure she was telling him the truth. “Come on let’s get some breakfast.” He turned and headed toward the kitchen and smiled when he heard her footsteps behind him.
“Sit down I’ll bring it over.”
Her bewildered expression was another red flag. Something about her wasn’t right.
“Go ahead and sit. Cream or sugar?”
“Just coffee please.”
“Did you grow up in a different country?”
Her posture became rigid as she drew her mouth into a straight line. “No.” She stared at him, waiting for the next question, shifting in her chair.
Making her uncomfortable wasn’t his goal. The poor girl needed a hug not an inquisition. “I have donuts. I don’t cook much.”
“Donuts are fine.”
He put the box on the table, grabbed their coffee mugs and sat down at the kitchen table across from Anora. “Who told you that you belong to your husband? Is it part of you religion or something?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’m not sure there is a God anymore. He’s forgotten about me if he’s real. Andy told me that he owns me. In fact he tells me at least once a day.”
He hadn’t been ready for her answer and he gulped his coffee burning his tongue. “Damn. Not at you, I burned my tongue.” He smiled but she was like a scared rabbit.
“I really need to go home now.”
“He threw you out so why do you think he’d take you back?”
“I think I was supposed to sleep outside in his backyard last night.”
Maybe she was just plain crazy but he didn’t think so. Battered women syndrome? “So now you want to go back because he’ll be mad?”
“Something like that. Andy doesn’t like me to talk about our business.”
“Just the same I think I should have a chat with him.”