Sacrifice Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page B
Authors: Maryann Jordan
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between the two of them, they made short work of the six boxes. Thanking him, they pushed the cart together and she stopped at the front desk to complete the paperwork to cancel her rental agreement. Tipping him handsomely, she took the boxes to her car. Using the trunk, back seat, and passenger seat, she managed to pack them in.
She pushed the cart back into the office and the young manager looked up sheepishly. “Sorry, you worked faster than I thought. I was gonna come out and take the cart.”
“It’s all good,” she replied. Thanking him once more, she got into her car and headed home. Appreciating the warm, late spring day, she pulled into her new rental home driveway. Glancing at the box sitting next to her, she thought, Okay, Adam. Time to go through things. For better or for worse…
*
The next morning, glad for the weekend, Dani sat down in the living room filled with Adam’s boxes and opened the first one, marked Clothes. Assaulted by his scent when she began to pull out the articles of clothing, her throat grew tight as she held back the tears. Sucking in a deep breath, she proceeded to pull them out and place them into piles. One for giveaway; one for throwaway; and one for keeping.
His clean pants, jeans, shirts, and suits went into the giveaway pile. Belts, ties, and shoes went there as well. Underwear, socks, and worn-out clothes went into a garbage bag to throw away. She buried her nose in his soft, ATF t-shirts, remembering times she slipped them on to sleep in. Keeping a couple of them, she put the others in the giveaway pile.
Hauling the garbage bag to the trash can outside, she dumped it in without a second glance, before returning to the living room. She sat on the floor for a few minutes, amidst the clothing. Leaning her back against the sofa, she opened her mind, allowing the memories to flood. The ones she normally kept dammed, knowing if she did not the emotions would overtake her.
“We’ll be fine, you and me. I’ll take care of you and it’ll all work out,” Adam promised, taking her hand.
I rolled my eyes at him, wondering how he thought getting married would make things better. After all, he was hardly the marrying kind. “Adam, this is nuts. You can’t be faithful and I can’t accept anything less.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Dani, for you, I promise to stop chasing skirts.”
I peered into his face and, to my surprise, saw sincerity. “Adam, this isn’t how we planned anything to go. I feel like one day you’ll wake up and hate me for tying you down.”
“Nope, not going to happen. Hey,” he joked, “I wanted to bang you the first time I saw you. Now, I get to do it anytime I want.”
“God, you’re incorrigible,” I groused.
“Come on, Dani girl,” his voice softened. “Let’s do it. Let’s make it all legitimate and get married.”
I thought about my options. I had some, but what he was offering made sense. At least at the time. If only I’d waited for a while to see how things would work out. “Okay,” I agreed. “We’ll get married. But,” poking my finger into his chest, “no more girls for you.”
“Promise,” he whispered just before kissing me.
“Oh, Adam,” Dani said in the stillness of my house. “You just couldn’t keep that promise, could you?” In the three months since he died, she had come to the conclusion that she was not as pissed at him as she was pissed at the situation. We fucked up, Adam, you and me. We tried to make something work when there was nothing to build upon.
Standing up, she rubbed her aching back. Taking the bags of giveaway clothes, she put them inside her car to be dropped off later at the Re-Sale Store. Walking back inside, she grabbed the saved t-shirts off the sofa and carried them to her bedroom. Placing them in the bottom drawer, she did not plan on sleeping in them. No, they’re for memory-keeping. And one day to give to—
Her phone sounded, alerting her to a text from Melissa,
She pushed the cart back into the office and the young manager looked up sheepishly. “Sorry, you worked faster than I thought. I was gonna come out and take the cart.”
“It’s all good,” she replied. Thanking him once more, she got into her car and headed home. Appreciating the warm, late spring day, she pulled into her new rental home driveway. Glancing at the box sitting next to her, she thought, Okay, Adam. Time to go through things. For better or for worse…
*
The next morning, glad for the weekend, Dani sat down in the living room filled with Adam’s boxes and opened the first one, marked Clothes. Assaulted by his scent when she began to pull out the articles of clothing, her throat grew tight as she held back the tears. Sucking in a deep breath, she proceeded to pull them out and place them into piles. One for giveaway; one for throwaway; and one for keeping.
His clean pants, jeans, shirts, and suits went into the giveaway pile. Belts, ties, and shoes went there as well. Underwear, socks, and worn-out clothes went into a garbage bag to throw away. She buried her nose in his soft, ATF t-shirts, remembering times she slipped them on to sleep in. Keeping a couple of them, she put the others in the giveaway pile.
Hauling the garbage bag to the trash can outside, she dumped it in without a second glance, before returning to the living room. She sat on the floor for a few minutes, amidst the clothing. Leaning her back against the sofa, she opened her mind, allowing the memories to flood. The ones she normally kept dammed, knowing if she did not the emotions would overtake her.
“We’ll be fine, you and me. I’ll take care of you and it’ll all work out,” Adam promised, taking her hand.
I rolled my eyes at him, wondering how he thought getting married would make things better. After all, he was hardly the marrying kind. “Adam, this is nuts. You can’t be faithful and I can’t accept anything less.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Dani, for you, I promise to stop chasing skirts.”
I peered into his face and, to my surprise, saw sincerity. “Adam, this isn’t how we planned anything to go. I feel like one day you’ll wake up and hate me for tying you down.”
“Nope, not going to happen. Hey,” he joked, “I wanted to bang you the first time I saw you. Now, I get to do it anytime I want.”
“God, you’re incorrigible,” I groused.
“Come on, Dani girl,” his voice softened. “Let’s do it. Let’s make it all legitimate and get married.”
I thought about my options. I had some, but what he was offering made sense. At least at the time. If only I’d waited for a while to see how things would work out. “Okay,” I agreed. “We’ll get married. But,” poking my finger into his chest, “no more girls for you.”
“Promise,” he whispered just before kissing me.
“Oh, Adam,” Dani said in the stillness of my house. “You just couldn’t keep that promise, could you?” In the three months since he died, she had come to the conclusion that she was not as pissed at him as she was pissed at the situation. We fucked up, Adam, you and me. We tried to make something work when there was nothing to build upon.
Standing up, she rubbed her aching back. Taking the bags of giveaway clothes, she put them inside her car to be dropped off later at the Re-Sale Store. Walking back inside, she grabbed the saved t-shirts off the sofa and carried them to her bedroom. Placing them in the bottom drawer, she did not plan on sleeping in them. No, they’re for memory-keeping. And one day to give to—
Her phone sounded, alerting her to a text from Melissa,
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