filling in for me. Thereâs always so much todo, almost more than any of usâthe employees and the volunteersâcan handle.â
âWhat sort of issues do you cover?â
âEverything. Emotional, spiritual and social problems. Anything a teenager might face today. Sometimes itâs easier for them to call a hotline and talk to a stranger than approach someone they know. And the hotline is available twenty-four hours a day.â The noise from ranch hands repairing a fence made hollow sounds, echoing in the distance. âI need to make a difference, to devote my life to something that offers kids a choice.â
He sipped his coffee, letting the hot beverage settle in his bones. âWhat was wrong when you were young, Susan? What happened between you and your dad?â
She looked up, her eyes suddenly more hazel than green, something that happened when she turned sad. He used to study her, storing all of her gestures, habits and physical traits in his mind. The way she did with him, he supposed. They were both guilty of dissecting each other.
âMy dad was a respected banker in our community,â she said. âBut he was also a functioning alcoholic.â
âAnd abusive?â
She nodded. âNothing any of us ever did was right. Vincent tried to protect us, but it didnât help.â
Ethan waited for her to continue. He knew Vincent was her oldest brother, a man whoâd become a security specialist.
âI was primed for a rebellion,â she said. âTo prove that I could fight fire with fire.â
And destroy her own innocence, he thought. Adrinker, a smoker, a girl whoâd tried to make boys like her by giving them sexual favors, by laying her young soul on the line.
She set her half-eaten muffin on top of the wrapper. âMy dad and I had a horrible fight one night. I came home late, drunk as a lipstick-smeared skunk, and he blew a gasket. The ironic part is that he was wasted, too. Bleary-eyed from all those proper martinis. But he didnât see it that way. He always made excuses for himself.â She reached for her coffee and held the cup against her chest. âHe kicked me out, told me to go live on the streets. But my mother, passive as she was, reminded him that I was too young to be on my own. So Dad decided to pawn me off on the first relative who was willing to take me.â
âRyan,â Ethan said, tempted to touch her, to absorb the texture of her skin.
She nodded, her breathing soft and gentle, as light as the breeze that whispered in the wind. âHe was my salvation. I spent almost a year defying him, going around this ranch, acting tough and getting into trouble. But toward the end, I realized how much he and his family cared about me.â She smiled at the memory. âRyan treated me like one of his own children. The way a child should be treated. He held me accountable when I broke the rules, but he praised me when I did something right. He was proud of my academic achievements. He said kind things to me. He encouraged me to apply to prestigious colleges, to show the world what I was made of.â
Inner strength, Ethan thought. And a reckless nature sheâd learned to tame. âHow is the rest of your familydoing?â he asked, wondering about her siblings. Heâd never met them, not officially, but he knew who they were.
âVincent got married a couple months ago,â she said. âHeâs on an extended honeymoon, but itâs mainly to keep his wife out of danger. She witnessed a murder and the killer is still at large.â She paused, frowned. âItâs Jason Jamison, the man who threatened Ryan. You know about him, donât you?â
âYes. Ryan told me about him. Heâs the reason security is so tight around here.â And now he understood why Ryan hadnât hired Vincentâs company to do the job. Vincent was out of town.
Susan resumed their conversation.
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