THE PAGE TURNER BOOKSTORE
you, anyway," Sara sighed as she turned and walked away from the
counter. Finding a job was harder than she'd thought it was going to
be. She couldn't find anyone that needed help. The florist
down the street, the cafe next door, the department store; no one needed help. In
fact, most places she'd tried were already horribly overstaffed. She just had
to find a job so she could help out with her and Dane's finances.
She sat down on a bench next
to a shelf of books and cradled her chin in her hands. Either people
didn't need help or they couldn't meet her schedule requirements. She
could only work in the evenings while Dane was at the plant.
Sara." Trevor sat down the book he'd been skimming through and smiled
hi, Trevor. What are you doing here?"
"Just waiting for Grace
to finish her shift. Mind if I join you?" He sat down next to
her and quickly noticed that something was on her mind. "You
"I'm fine," she
sighed, "just thinking. So, I guess you and Grace are becoming
something of an item, hum?"
"Um, well, I wouldn't
exactly put it like that." Trevor looked away and blushed
slightly. He wished he and Grace were an item, but it hadn't really
happened yet. True, they were growing closer, but Grace still held on to
her desire to only be friends. "Congratulations on your
wedding." He wasn't sure about the intelligence behind Dane and
Sara's marriage, but offering warm wishes seemed like the polite thing to do.
Sara smiled as she thought about how happy she'd been on her wedding day.
"I guess Grace is all upset that, now that he's married, she can't worm her
way into Dane's heart. I told her that he was a lost cause as far as she
Trevor bristled slightly when
he was reminded of Grace's intense crush on Dane Manchester. "I think
Grace got over her feelings for Dane quite some time ago. Especially after
she finally saw exactly what kind of man he truly is. I can't believe
that, as smart as you are, you can't see the same thing."
"Why must everybody
persist in bad mouthing my husband?" she snapped. "Aren't there
better topics of conversation in this town than what rumored misdeeds Dane's
accomplished? Last I checked, your family wasn't living up to their
sterling reputation very well." Sara's hand flew up to her mouth in
an unsuccessful attempt to stop her impetuous comments from escaping.
"I-I'm sorry, Trevor. I had no right saying that."
"It's okay. Trust
me, I don't agree with anything that's going on between my parents and your aunt
Annabelle." He shook his head as if in an attempt to cast off the
thoughts that plagued him concerning Charles and Annabelle and
"What can I do? It's their lives, not mine. I can't control my
father's actions. The only thing I can do is support my mother throughout
this horrible ordeal."
"I just hope your
feelings for my aunt don't carry over to me."
"Hardly! You are
nothing like Annabelle or Stephanie, for that matter."
Sara scrunched her nose up as
she made a face. "Don't bring Steph up. I don't want to
talk about her." She still hadn't forgiven her cousin's machinations
in separating her and Dane. In fact, she wasn't sure she ever could.
"So, what's got you
sitting over her so down?" Trevor inspected her closely. She
really was trying hard to put on a happy face, but she couldn't completely hide the look of
doom and gloom that she'd shown when he first saw her.
"Oh, nothing. I'm
fine, really." She sighed and looked away from him. She was too
embarrassed by her and Dane's money problems to voice her concerns.
"I'm supposed to believe
that?" He reached out and grabbed her hand to hold her
attention. "I'm really good at listening. Maybe it would help
if you talked about it."
Sara looked up at him and
considered what he'd said. Maybe he could help. But knowing
how he felt about Dane, could she really trust him?