He tried to remember the feel of her hand when she’d shaken his. “I’m Livia McHugh. It’s nice to meet you.”
Smoke poured from the cardboard as he remembered his response. “Blake Hartt. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He’d said his name, but what he’d been thinking was: She touched me. I am someone. I count.
She watched with a crashing surge of pride as he reached up and pulled the mask off—he was in full sunlight. The orangey red light of the setting sun outlined him. Poughkeepsie’s dusk set the mood. No matter how much Blake healed, Livia had a feeling nighttime would always be their favorite. He disappeared from view, but she knew he was strong. So much stronger so much sooner than she could ever have hoped.
Debra AnastasiaSilence.
Then the night echoed with Beckett’s anguished wail. “NOT MY BROTHERS!
He felt no relief. He felt no closure. He knew then he would have to leave Poughkeepsie. He’d go very far away so he wouldn’t be tempted to come back.
Debra AnastasiaI will not let you lose your family. I won’t let it happen to you.” Eve’s hands circled his big, tense neck.
He shook his head and let out a defeated breath. “I’m so sorry, Eve. I can’t even…Well, now I guess I can imagine what I did to you—just a little.”
Her words had hurt him, knocked him down. That’s not what she’d intended. She would have to lay it out.
“Beckett, I’ll save you from that fate because I love you. I love you.” She let her hands slip to his chest.
His heart. His beautiful heart, surrounded by thorns, guns, and pain.
We’re here together. We’ll get him back. I promise you,” Eve said. “Merkin has no idea I’m with you. I’ve practiced killing for years, and tonight I’m going to use everything I’ve learned to save Cole. Do you believe me?
Debra AnastasiaIt was a denim jacket. With this cover in place, Mouse hastily got his pants back in order. Instead of a teacher, as he’d expected, the new kid, Beckett Taylor, had bestowed dignity upon him.
Debra AnastasiaJimmy, you are small now. I know that. But your heart, so big. Don’t let them hurt your heart. You are big to me.
Debra AnastasiaBeckett grabbed Billy by the jaw. “If you ever touch Jimmy again, I’ll kill you. It’s that simple.
Debra AnastasiaEven though his voice kept its squeakiness, he never forgot to hold his head high. Beckett had paid dearly to defend him, so he made it count.
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