I’m here for you , any time.”
“I know. I figure it’s time you move on to more urgent needs.”
The doctor’s eyes looked over at her desk. “Yes,” her voice saddened, “we got a couple today.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Jasmine asked.
“Not at the moment.” The doctor’s voice had quieted. She walked back over to her desk and sat down.
As Jasmine neared the door, the doctor called to her, “As I said…any time.”
“ You, too.”
The doctor spoke softly. “ Yes. Well, maybe when you get back I can get you to serve as a sounding board for some of the intakes. Sometimes they share more with someone who’s been through it.”
In Jasmine’s mind, there was no way the one attack from Rob would equal the years of abuse some of these families went through. “You know I’ll do whatever I can,” she said and meant it. On occasion, when outfitting the women and children, they would talk. She’d listen. Sometimes just a sympathetic ear, with no fear of recrimination, helped fill the void.
Chapter Four
Jasmine managed to escape Jenn’s questions when Jenn was called away to take a phone call. The owner of Safe Harbor had cornered her in her room. In that respect, Jenn was like Bask. They would fire a volley of questions, knowing that you’d be so overwhelmed you’d divulge more than you realized. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to share her experience with her friend. Of all people, besides Dorian and Morgan, Jenn would have understood the most. However, being a person of normal abilities, there were things that Jenn couldn’t understand. Morgan was the one person Jasmine wanted to talk to.
Morgan had come to Ruthorford barely aware of her abilities. It wasn’t until she’d come in contact with Dorian that those abilities had evolved, as had their attraction to one another. Jasmine remembered Morgan telling her after the wedding, “It was like trying to stop a freight train.”
Jasmine finally understood. Since leaving the fairgrounds, Eryk kept popping into her thoughts—into her being. She could feel him, as if he was standing in front of her. His imagined touch was almost as powerful as the real thing. Her breath hitched. Her body ached.
She went to the mini -fridge in her room, took out a can of ginger ale, and rubbed the cold metal against her forehead. Then against her lips. The tingle reminded her of the sensation she’d felt the instant Eryk’s lips…. She popped the lid and took a deep swallow, letting it burn down her throat. Was she really ready to be in a plane for hours with this man?
Jasmine went to her laptop and started it up. She checked her messages and emails—nothing significant. The Crosstown Gazette, a weekly newspaper shared between Ruthorford and her sister town in Virginia, Adams Grove, detailed some of the goings on in Ruthorford, while emails from Teresa supplied the rest. According to Teresa, Morgan was getting closer to her due date and had Dorian redecorating the nursery—for the second time. Jasmine laughed. He was such a wimp. She could just imagine what their little girl was going to look like. Eighty-five percent of the babies born to blends were girls with green eyes. Very special green eyes. Jasmine glanced into the mirror over the table at her very dark eyes. Unless the baby ended up with traits like hers. Jasmine was supposed to have the green eyes, since her parents were blends. What had happened? She felt her energy rise and mentally tamped it down. This was her third computer.
She read on. Miss Grace had entered a national pie contest and had made the finals. She and her sister were going to Atlanta to participate in the contest. Miss Grace and Miss Alice were from a founding family. Neither had married. They lived in the family home on some acreage at the end of town near her old home and bestowed the favors of their pies and goodies on the townsfolk. No one made pies like Miss Grace. In fact, even
“I know. I figure it’s time you move on to more urgent needs.”
The doctor’s eyes looked over at her desk. “Yes,” her voice saddened, “we got a couple today.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Jasmine asked.
“Not at the moment.” The doctor’s voice had quieted. She walked back over to her desk and sat down.
As Jasmine neared the door, the doctor called to her, “As I said…any time.”
“ You, too.”
The doctor spoke softly. “ Yes. Well, maybe when you get back I can get you to serve as a sounding board for some of the intakes. Sometimes they share more with someone who’s been through it.”
In Jasmine’s mind, there was no way the one attack from Rob would equal the years of abuse some of these families went through. “You know I’ll do whatever I can,” she said and meant it. On occasion, when outfitting the women and children, they would talk. She’d listen. Sometimes just a sympathetic ear, with no fear of recrimination, helped fill the void.
Chapter Four
Jasmine managed to escape Jenn’s questions when Jenn was called away to take a phone call. The owner of Safe Harbor had cornered her in her room. In that respect, Jenn was like Bask. They would fire a volley of questions, knowing that you’d be so overwhelmed you’d divulge more than you realized. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to share her experience with her friend. Of all people, besides Dorian and Morgan, Jenn would have understood the most. However, being a person of normal abilities, there were things that Jenn couldn’t understand. Morgan was the one person Jasmine wanted to talk to.
Morgan had come to Ruthorford barely aware of her abilities. It wasn’t until she’d come in contact with Dorian that those abilities had evolved, as had their attraction to one another. Jasmine remembered Morgan telling her after the wedding, “It was like trying to stop a freight train.”
Jasmine finally understood. Since leaving the fairgrounds, Eryk kept popping into her thoughts—into her being. She could feel him, as if he was standing in front of her. His imagined touch was almost as powerful as the real thing. Her breath hitched. Her body ached.
She went to the mini -fridge in her room, took out a can of ginger ale, and rubbed the cold metal against her forehead. Then against her lips. The tingle reminded her of the sensation she’d felt the instant Eryk’s lips…. She popped the lid and took a deep swallow, letting it burn down her throat. Was she really ready to be in a plane for hours with this man?
Jasmine went to her laptop and started it up. She checked her messages and emails—nothing significant. The Crosstown Gazette, a weekly newspaper shared between Ruthorford and her sister town in Virginia, Adams Grove, detailed some of the goings on in Ruthorford, while emails from Teresa supplied the rest. According to Teresa, Morgan was getting closer to her due date and had Dorian redecorating the nursery—for the second time. Jasmine laughed. He was such a wimp. She could just imagine what their little girl was going to look like. Eighty-five percent of the babies born to blends were girls with green eyes. Very special green eyes. Jasmine glanced into the mirror over the table at her very dark eyes. Unless the baby ended up with traits like hers. Jasmine was supposed to have the green eyes, since her parents were blends. What had happened? She felt her energy rise and mentally tamped it down. This was her third computer.
She read on. Miss Grace had entered a national pie contest and had made the finals. She and her sister were going to Atlanta to participate in the contest. Miss Grace and Miss Alice were from a founding family. Neither had married. They lived in the family home on some acreage at the end of town near her old home and bestowed the favors of their pies and goodies on the townsfolk. No one made pies like Miss Grace. In fact, even
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