Ruthless by Shelia M. Goss

not really looking for a third. Sheba’s face appeared in his mind out of nowhere. No matter how much he tried, thoughts of Sheba crept into his mind.
    â€œMaybe you can make up for being rude to me. You could buy me that new sports car I want,” Heather said.
    â€œWe’ll see,” David responded. After tonight, Heather’s number would be deleted from his phone contacts. She was becoming too needy and clingy. If she waited on him to buy her a car, she would be waiting a very long time.

Chapter 11
    The day after Uriah’s big announcement, Sheba insisted that he go with her to meet her sister. Uriah wasn’t too enthused about going, though.
    â€œYou’re going to be gone for six months. I want her to meet my husband.” Sheba knew throwing on the guilt would make him do what she asked.
    They walked through the hospital doors together. Delilah had been moved off the critical list, so she was now in her own private hospital room.
    â€œI told you I was coming back,” Sheba said as she and Uriah entered the hospital room.
    â€œSo what you said yesterday wasn’t a dream?” Delilah asked. The tubes were no longer in her, except for an IV, but her face was still swollen, and a bandage was still wrapped around her head.
    â€œI’m afraid not. We’re sisters.”
    Uriah cleared his throat a few times.
    Sheba said, “Delilah, I want you to meet my husband, Uriah.”
    â€œYou are what?” Delilah asked as she tilted the bed upward with the control button.
    â€œIt’s Uriah,” he said as they approached the bed.
    â€œI can barely ’member Bathsheba,” Delilah snapped.
    Uriah eased away from the bed and took a seat.
    Sheba said, “Call me Sheba. Everybody else does.” Sheba sat in the chair near the bed.
    â€œThis medicine is wearing off, so my senses are coming back to me. Explain to me how we’re sisters. This is a little overwhelming, to say the least.”
    Uriah said, “Maybe this isn’t a good time. Sheba, the woman is trying to recover from a gunshot wound. Give her some time to heal.”
    â€œI’m recovering,” Delilah said. “But I want to know. She can’t just drop this news on me and then not give me details.”
    â€œShe’s right,” Sheba interjected. “I need to tell her what I know so she’ll understand how I know we’re sisters.”
    â€œThat still remains to be confirmed,” Uriah said.
    Delilah stared at Uriah. In a sarcastic manner, she said, “You don’t know me, and you don’t like me already. Brother-in-law, don’t be like that.”
    This was not going the way Sheba had hoped it would go. She said, “I’ll tell you what I know.”
    Delilah’s eyes were now back on Sheba’s.
    Uriah shifted in his seat. “Maybe, I should leave.”
    â€œNo, baby. I want you to stay,” Sheba said to her husband. She proceeded to tell Delilah the story of how she had ended up being separated from their mother. “Our mother had to give you up for adoption because our grandparents wouldn’t let her keep you.”
    â€œBut she kept you,” Delilah snapped.
    â€œBy the time she had me, she was living on her own. She had you at fourteen and me at seventeen.”
    â€œBut she should have left. She didn’t have to give me up. I never got adopted. I went from foster home to foster home. In fact, I was told my mama was dead. The woman who I thought was my mama wasn’t my mother, after all.” Delilah’s eyes teared up.
    Sheba reached out to her and squeezed her hand. “I wished things could have turned out differently for you. Our mother did try to find you, but the social workers she contacted wouldn’t give her any information. She even put her information out on this Web site so if you were to ever come looking for her, you would be able to find her.”
    â€œBut I didn’t know she