Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Yes, but you haven’t found a job yet—”
That’s when I cut her off.
“I have, sweetheart. The offer letter just came today. A meatpacking plant in Nebraska is looking for guys, and they’ve offered me thirty dollars an hour in addition to re-location costs. Are you ready for a big move? Will you come with me, sweetheart? The only thing is that the job starts on Monday, so we basically need to vacate this place tomorrow so that I’m ready to start by next week.”
Christy looks at me with wide eyes, her lips parted and trembling, her cheeks flushed.
“That’s wonderful news, Bart,” she breathes. “Absolutely fantastic!”
I nod, taking her hands between my large ones.
“Not only that, but I love you, and I cherish what we’ve created together. No move to Nebraska is complete if you don’t come because it’ll just be a house without a home. I need you, Christy. I adore you, and I want you to be my woman forever.”
At those words, the curvy girl begins to cry and I’m chagrined. Did I say something wrong? Did I overstep and push her too hard, too soon?
“I’m sorry, baby,” I apologize, my heart breaking. “I understand if you don’t want to come. Hartsville is all you’ve ever known—”
But the sassy woman cuts me off then, throwing her arms around my broad shoulders.
“No silly!” she half-cries, half-laughs. “I’d love to come with you, Bart, and the sooner we leave Hartsville, the better! You know that the Ellistons own several businesses in town, so we’d never be able to get away from them living here. Nebraska sounds wonderful, and I can’t wait to go with you! I love you, Bart Cranston.”
Relief fills my chest as I pepper her cheeks with kisses because my dreams are finally coming true.
“You mean that?” I ask in a low voice. “You love me?”
Christy smiles happily at me, her eyes filled with tears.
“I do,” she says in a soft voice. “And I’d love to be your woman, the same way you’re my man. Besides, in Nebraska, we can start over again. No one needs to know that you used to be married to Sharon. It’ll be our secret, although I’m not embarrassed about that fact, actually. Again, I think my mom would be happy, knowing that the two of us have found love with each other.”
I sweep the beautiful brunette into my arms then, burying my nose in her hair.
“I agree, sweetheart, because you’re the best gift Sharon ever gave me – her daughter.”
Then, our lips meet in a sensuous kiss as our hearts overflow with joy because this is the woman I was born to be with. This woman sacrificed herself, thinking that it was the only way to make things work. This woman succumbed to the disgusting overtures of her boss in a desperate attempt to improve our finances. My heart clenches at everything Christy suffered, but then it relaxes because the suffering is over. I’m taking my little lady to Nebraska – to love, cherish, and exalt forever.
EPILOGUE
Christy
A week later.
I look around the small home that Bart and I share in Nebraska City, Nebraska. It’s not much – it’s a pre-fab home that the meatpacking plant provides to new employees, but I’m grateful to be here.
After all, the last week has been a complete whirlwind. After I was narrowly rescued by my man from the clutches of John Elliston, we packed up and moved West without another thought. Packing was easy because neither Bart nor I have much. We stuffed our clothes and belongings into a U-Haul, and within hours, were given the keys to our new home.
I look around the small space. It’s a one-bedroom apartment, and likely not more than six hundred square feet. The interior has beige walls, beige carpeting, and icky old furniture from the 70’s, but I plan on swapping out the decor. Once Bart gets his first paycheck, I’ll purchase a new dining table so that we don’t have to use this rickety card table with a laminate top, and add real chairs instead of metal folding chairs.
But most of all, I plan on dressing up our home in love. I’ve been baking cookies, grocery shopping, and putting food on the table each night after Bart gets home from work. A lot of people would call it “domestic drudgery,” but I call it taking care of my man, and I’m so happy. Suddenly, the oven bell dings, and I scamper over to get the apple pie out. This will be the perfect dessert for us tonight, and I’ve purchased some premium ice cream from the local grocery store as the perfect accompaniment.
Right on time, the door blows open, and who stands in the living room but my handsome man himself. Putting down the pie, I run over to throw myself into Bart’s arms, peppering his chiseled cheek with adoring kisses.