Sarah's Child
Sarah's Child
Linda Howard
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Dear Reader,
My grandmother died in 1977. The reason this is significant is (hat, in handling the grief of losing her, I needed to know more about the stages of grief, the very nature of grief, so I could understand it better. Im positive (here are guardian angels, because whenever I need to know more about something, no matter what the subject, I am suddenly flooded with articles and material about that subject I can pick up almost any magazine and find a pertinent article. Its weird, but Ive stopped questioning it. I guess my guardian angel knows that, since Im a writer, this is the best way to reach me, and the easiest way for me to understand something.
In the process of learning about grief and how it can affect you, a germ of an idea was born. This germ took several years to grow, but one day the thought was crystal clear in my head: what happens when a really strong man is dealt a blow so devastating that most people wouldnt be able to bear it? How does he bear the grief?
This is Rome Matthews story; hes (he center of the book, because hes the man who lost his entire family. I remember, when the book first came out, some readers didnt like it because he had been attracted to Sarah even while his wife, to whom he was faithful, was still alive. To me, it shows more character for a man to remain faithful even though he does find another woman attractive, than it does if there had been no temptation. After all, its always easier not to eat if you arent hungry in the first place! Rome is a man of strong character, a man who is trying to deal with his pain and a man who finds the strength to love again.
Rome is a hero, and Sarah is the woman who was special enough, understanding enough, to pull him out of the darkness of his grief.
I hope you enjoy the book.
Chapter 1
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It was the end of a long week, and Sarah knew that she should go home, but just the thought of facing the broiling late August heat was enough to keep her sitting in her chair with the air-conditioning humming pleasantly overhead. She wasnt working; shed swiveled the chair around and spent the last fifteen minutes simply staring out the window, too relaxed to really care that it was getting late. The sun had dipped low enough that the Dallas array of dazzling skyscrapers of glass and steel was outlined against a bronzed sky, which meant shed missed the six oclock news yet again. It was Friday evening; her boss, Mr. Graham, had left over an hour before. There was no reason why she shouldnt join the mass exodus on the streets below, yet she felt reluctant to go home. Shed taken such pains with her condominium; made it as homey and comfortable as she could, but lately the emptiness of it had been haunting her. She could fill it with music, rent any movie and watch it on the VCR, lose herself in reading and pretend that she was in any other country in the world, yet she would still be alone. Lately it was becoming a state of loneliness, rather than one of solitude.
Perhaps it was the weather, she thought tiredly. The summer had been hot and humid, wearing everyone down, but she knew inside that it wasnt the heat that was bothering her. It was the inevitable sensation of time slipping away, as summer died once more and became another autumn. It seemed that even in the fierce heat she could feel the chill of winter in her bones. It was more than the passing of another season: it was her own youth slipping away, inexorably draining from her grasp. The years had passed, and shed devoted herself to her work, because there was nothing else, and now she realized that all the things shed wanted had passed her by. She hadnt wanted riches, or material things. Shed wanted love, a husband and children, a home filled with laughter and security, the things shed never had as a child. Shed stopped even dreaming about them, she realized, and that was the saddest thing of all. But then shed never really had a chance: shed fallen in love with the one man she couldnt have, and it appeared that she was one of those women who loved only once in their lifetime.
Her phone gave a muted ring, and a slight frown of puzzlement touched her brow as she reached for the receiver. Who would be calling the office at this hour?
Sarah Harper, she said briskly.
Sarah, this is Rome, a deep voice said by way of identification.
Her heart gave a jump and hung in her throat. She didnt need to hear his name to know who was on the other end of the line. She knew his voice as well as she knew her own, and the clipped accent that hadnt softened despite years in the south would always give him away. But she swallowed the lump, straightened her spine, and pretended this was just another business call. Yes, Mr. Matthews?
He made an impatient sound. Damn it, dont call me that! Its all right in the office, but this this isnt business.
Sarah swallowed again, but she couldnt say anything. Had she conjured him up? Had thinking about him produced this call? After all, it had been months since hed said anything to her other than a polite good morning whenever he came into the office to talk to Mr. Graham.
Sarah? He was really impatient now, and his rising ire was revealed in the way he barked her name.
Yes. Im still here, she managed.
Im selling the house, he said abruptly. Im boxing up Dianes thingsand the boys Im going to give them all to the Salvation Army. But I found a box of things that Diane had kept from high school, stuff that the two of you did together, pictures, and I thought youd like to go through it. If you want any of it, you can have it. If not
He didnt finish the sentence, but she knew. If not, then hed burn it. Hed take all of those memories and destroy them. She winced inside at the thought of going through the box and reliving the years shed grown up with Diane, because the loss still hurt, but neither could she let him burn Dianes mementos. Perhaps she couldnt go through the box yet, but shed keep it, and in later years shed be able to take the things out and remember without too much pain, with only sadness and nostalgia.
Yes, she said hoarsely, forcing the word out. Yes, I want it.
Im about to leave now, to go to the house and finish packing. You can get the box anytime tonight.
Ill be there. Thank you, she whispered, and he hung up, leaving her with the phone still pressed to her ear and the dial tone buzzing.
Her hand was shaking as she replaced the receiver, and suddenly she noticed that she was no longer sitting. At some point during the conversation, tension had propelled her to her feet. Quickly she leaned down to get her purse from the lower drawer of the desk, then locked the desk and turned out the lights, locking the door behind her as she left.
It wasnt only her hand that was shaking; her entire body was quivering. Talking with Rome always did that to her. Even after years of training herself not to think about him, of not allowing herself to even dream about him, just hearing his voice had the power to reduce her to jelly. Working for the same company was bad enough; shed even transferred to a different department so she wouldnt see him as often, but that had eventually backfired on her: Hed been promoted steadily through the ranks and was now one of the corporate vice presidents. Her position as secretary to the senior vice president threw her constantly into contact with him; the only salvation shed had was that his attitude toward her was strictly business, and shed forced herself to treat him in the same manner. What else could she do, when shed been foolish enough to fall in love with her best friends husband?
Even though the shadowed multilevel parking deck was at least ten degrees cooler than the street, the heat still slapped her in the face as she walked quickly to her car, a late model, low-slung Datsun 280-ZX. The car was, she feared, an example of her growing tendency to collect things to replace the emptiness at home. All her life shed sworn to avoid the cold hollowness of her parents home, yet as she grew older she tried harder and harder to fill the empty places with things. The car was gorgeous, and it got her where she was going faster than she needed to be there; she enjoyed driving it, she liked it, but she hadnt needed it. The car shed traded in had been a good car, and it hadnt been that old.
Rather than drive straight to the house where Rome and Diane had lived, in one of the posher Dallas neighborhoods, Sarah deliberately drove to a restaurant and wiled away an hour and a half, picking at her seafood while all of her instincts screamed at her to hurry, to see Rome as soon as she could. But some part of her was reluctant to enter the house where hed lived with Diane, where she and Diane had laughed and played with the babies. She hadnt been inside it in two yearsit had been almost two years since the accident.
When her watch told her it was eight oclock, she paid her tab and drove slowly, carefully, to the house. Her heart was pounding again, and she felt a little sick to her stomach. Her palms were damp; she clutched the steering wheel more securely to make certain it didnt slip in her grip.
How did she look? She hadnt checked her appearance. Her lipstick had worn off surely, but she didnt bother to replace it. With one hand she felt to see if any strands of hair had escaped from the severe twist she wore while working, but it still felt reasonably tidy, so she sighed and forgot about it.
Romes dark blue Mercedes was in the driveway, so she parked behind it and got out, walking slowly up the sidewalk to mount the five shallow steps and press her finger to the doorbell. The grass had been kept mowed, she noticed, and the shrubbery was trimmed. The house didnt look empty, but it was. Heartbreakingly empty.
After a moment, Rome opened the door and stepped aside to let her enter. After a brief glance at him, Sarah felt as if shed been punched in the stomach. She hadnt expected him to be wearing a three-piece business suit, but somehow shed forgotten how powerfully he was built, how impossibly virile he looked in tight jeans. He wore track shoes, no socks, an old pair of jeans, and a white T-shirt that clung to his muscled torso, and he looked absolutely beautiful to her.
He glanced down at her, taking in the trim business suit she still wore. You havent been home yet? he asked.
No. I stopped to eat dinner, but I havent gone home. It was uncomfortably warm in the house; hed opened some windows but hadnt turned on the central air-conditioning. She pulled off her light linen jacket and started to hang it in the closet as shed always done when visiting Diane, then caught herself and instead simply tossed it over the stairway railing. As he led the way upstairs she loosened the collar of her white tailored silk blouse and rolled the sleeves up to her elbows.
Rome paused before the doorway to the bedroom hed shared with Diane, and his dark eyes were shadowed, his mouth grim, as he looked at the closed door. Its in there, he said briefly. In the closet. Ill be in the boys bedroom packing their things. Take your time looking through the stuff.
Sarah waited until hed gone into the other bedroom before she slowly opened the door and entered Dianes bedroom, turning on the light and standing for a moment looking around. Everything had been left as it had been the day of the accident. The book shed been reading was still lying on the bedside table. Her nightgown was tossed across the foot of the bed. Rome hadnt spent a night here since Diane had died.
Sarah pulled the box out of the closet and sat down on the floor to go through the contents, tears blurring her vision as she picked up the first photograph of her and Diane together. God, if it hurt her this much to lose a friend, how did Rome feel? Hed lost his wife and two sons.
She and Diane had always been best friends, all the way through school. Diane had been a human dynamo, laughing and chattering, propelling the quieter Sarah along the way. Her blue eyes had sparkled, her honey-brown curls had bounced, and shed infected everyone who came into contact with her with the enthusiasm for life that brightened every day for her. Oh, the plans shed made! She was never going to marry. She was going to be a famous fashion designer and travel all over the world. Sarahs dreams had been only of a real family, one with love in it. Somewhere along the way their plans had been switched. Diane had fallen in love with a tall dark-eyed young rising executive who worked for the same company where Sarah had gotten a job, and from that moment on Sarah had known that her dream would never come true. Diane considered a glamorous career as a fashion designer well lost when she could have Rome Matthews, when she could give birth to his two adoring and adorable sons and bask in his love. Sarah quietly devoted herself to the job that was her only solace.
Shed tried not to love Rome, but shed discovered that emotions werent easily controlled. If she hadnt loved him before he met Diane, she might have kept her feelings from growing into anything serious, but shed been his from the first. From the moment shed met him, shed known, deep inside that he would be more to her than just a colleague. It was his eyes, she thought; they were so deep and dark, eyes with a burning inner intensity. Roman Caldwell Matthews was no lightweight. He had drive and ambition, coupled with a lightning intelligence that had carried him through the ranks of middle management like a meteor. Oh, he wasnt handsome: his face had a rough-hewn, slightly battered look to it; his cheekbones were too high and sharp; his blade of a nose had been broken once; and his jaw was as solid as a piece of granite. He was a man who would reach out and grasp life, and shape it the way he wanted. Hed been friendly enough to her, but Sarah knew she was too pale and quiet to interest a man with his forceful personality.
