Dar glanced at her arm. “Looks worse than it feels,” she lied.

Andrew turned her into the light and touched the bruised skin with gentle fingers. “Looks a sight worse than it did back down south. Thought you been taking it easy.” He lifted his eyes and studied her face. “That does not look good to me, young lady.”

Dar managed a rakish grin. “Yeah, well, it’s your fault.”

Andrew blinked at her in astonishment and pointed a finger at his own, medal bedecked chest. “Mah fault?”

“Yep.” Dar walked to her bag and dug out her bottle of pills, then opened it and spilled one out onto her palm. “I did something yesterday I shouldn’t have.”

Her father snorted. “Are you telling me ah taught you to be a dumbass?”

Dar swallowed the pill and washed it down with a little of the bottled water she kept in her overnight bag. “Nope.” She put the bottle down and faced him. “You taught me chivalry. Kerry was sick as a dog and couldn’t stand up, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed.”

Andrew covered his eyes. “Lord.”

“Yeah, well.” Dar trudged back to him and turned. “Mind unzipping me?” She felt a light touch, then the fabric around her shoulders relaxed. “Thanks.” She glanced back at him. “And you would have done the same damn thing, so there.”

“Huh.”

Dar picked up her nightshirt and ducked into the bathroom.

She peered at her reflection and grimaced at the spreading extent of her injury. No wonder they freaked. Damn, that looks almost as bad as it feels. With a sigh, she slid her dress off and carefully got into her nightshirt, trying not to lift her arm more than she had to. “I’ll be damn glad when this is over,” she called out.

“You and me both, Dardar,” Andrew answered.

Dar went back into the room and sat on the bed. Andrew sat in the chair facing her. They regarded each other in silence for a moment, then Dar exhaled. “I hate what this is doing to Kerry.”

She hesitated. “And I hate that it’s because of us, because of our relationship that it’s so bad for her.”

Andrew mulled that over for a bit. “Yeap,” he finally exhaled.

“It was like that for your ma and me too. Her folks, my folks…Hurts like hell sometimes.”

They both thought about that in companionable quiet.

“Dar?” Andrew finally looked up at her, the dim light glint-ing off his pale eyes. “What’d that feller do to Kerry?”

Dar studied his face. “Kyle?”

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“Just a lot of things. Why?”

Andy shifted. “’Cause that young lady ain’t afraid of much, and she’s scared of him; and I want to know why that is. And

’cause he makes mah eyeballs itch.”

How should I answer that? Dar wondered. So much Kerry had told her was so very private, and she knew her lover had kept it that way for a reason. Would she want anyone else to know?

Would she want anyone else to hear the things she’d finally told Dar, getting past that one last barrier before she committed herself to their relationship?

Maybe not.

There had been shame in Kerry’s eyes when she’d told her. It was a secret she’d held inside for a long time, and something she’d offered up to Dar in a trembling voice, as though somehow it might have made her feel differently about Kerry. Instead, it had just made her angry she hadn’t been there to stop it.

As she considered, Dar peered down at her hands, clenched together and tensed. Her mind went over Kyle’s vaguely threaten-ing manner. Would he try to hurt Kerry further? Her brow creased, then she nodded a tiny bit. He’d try to make her as miserable as he could, wouldn’t he?

She lifted her eyes and found her father patiently watching her. “I think…I think the worst thing he did to her…” She paused, trying to find the right way to phrase her thoughts. “I think the worst thing he did was he forced Kerry to see just how little she counted as a person with her own parents.”

“Mm.” Andrew considered that. Then he glanced sharply at her. “How?”

Her father sensed something, Dar realized suddenly.

“He…did something to her, and when she told her parents, they didn’t believe her.” She hesitated. “They believed him and made her apologize to him, and he laughed at her.”

Andrew got up and sat on the bed next to Dar. He looked into her eyes with a serious expression. “Paladar, did that man hit her?”

“No.” Dar felt suddenly back in adolescence, facing the one person she had never lied to, and had always trusted more completely than anything or anyone else in her life. “He raped her, Daddy.”

Andrew went very, very still, not even breathing for a long, long moment.

Dar blinked and was surprised to feel the warmth of tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away with an irritated swipe of the back of her hand. “How could they not believe her?

Damn! I could never understand that.”


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Andrew remained very quiet for a moment, then he exhaled and took Dar’s hand, carefully folding his fingers around hers. “I thank the good Lord that you cannot understand that.” His voice was low and a touch hoarse.

Dar studied the scarred hands holding hers. “Dad?”

Andrew looked up at her. “Hm?”

“Sorry I gave you such a hard time when I was a kid,” Dar said. “I didn’t realize how lucky I was.”

Andrew shifted, then circled her with one long arm and gently hugged her and brushed his lips over her hair as she tucked her head against his shoulder.

“KERRISON, A MOMENT, if you please?”

For a long beat, Kerry almost said no. Then she exhaled and walked to her mother. The press had disassembled their equipment, and the hall was almost empty, and she wanted nothing more than to escape and find Dar and just get a hug. “Yes?”

Cynthia glanced around, then looked at her. “I know this evening was terribly upsetting for you.”

Kerry shrugged. “It was more or less what I was expecting. I don’t think we’ll be staying for the service tomorrow.”

Cynthia’s lips compressed. “Oh dear.” She sighed. “Perhaps if I speak with them—”

“No.” Kerry lifted a hand. “Don’t bother. I’ve paid my respects and said my good-byes.” She paused, considering her words. “Anything more is just a farce, and we all know it.”

“But—”

“Besides,” Kerry brushed aside the objection, “I’ve had about as much of Kyle’s slimebag presence as I’m willing to take in this lifetime.”

Cynthia remained silent for a moment. “His return was unexpected. Your father did depend on him so. He placed great value on him.”

“I know.” Kerry looked her right in the eye. “More so than on me. I remember that very clearly.”

Cynthia fell silent, visibly biting her lip.

“Excuse me.” Kerry stepped around her and walked towards the foyer. She met up with Angela and Michael as they came out of the library, almost as though they’d been lying in wait for her.

“Hey.”

“What a bitch of a day, huh?” Michael fell in at her side as they walked towards the stairs. “Think tomorrow will be better?”

“I don’t give a damn,” Kerry replied. “We’re out of here in the morning.”


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“Oh,” Michael murmured.

Angie put a hand on Kerry’s back as they started up the steps.

“If it’s any consolation to you, the snarky comments got nicer as the night went on. Even Marsha had to grudgingly admit you take grace under pressure to new heights.”

“Fuck them,” Kerry said. “They can all collectively kiss my ass.”

Her siblings maintained a slightly shocked silence for a few steps. “Well,” Michael finally said, “okay. But I bet Dar would start throwing them out the windows if they tried.”

“That might be fun to watch,” Angie said.

Kerry gave them both pointed looks, then she exhaled, her shoulders dropping and losing some of their tension. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, sis.” Angie put her arm around Kerry’s waist, and Michael did the same from the other side as they walked up the steps together. “Did you know the governor knows Dar’s father?”

No, Kerry hadn’t known that. “Really? Small world, I guess.

Oh, wait. He’s ex-Navy, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Mike said. “He said Dar’s father is one of the scariest people he’s ever known.”

“Mm.” Kerry shrugged. “I don’t think so; not now anyway.”

“I like him,” Angie said. “And I like Dar’s mom. She’s so funny.”

“Funny?” Michael snickered. “You didn’t hear her talking to Uncle Edgar. He had no idea who she was. I mean, he knew she was a famous artist, but he had no clue. I guess he didn’t make the connection because she doesn’t look anything like Dar. So he’s going on and on about how horrible everything is, and man, she took him to pieces.” He moved his free arm in a slashing motion.

“Whack...whack…whack. Just ripped him to shreds. It was great.”

He laughed. “She told him having met him only confirmed her theory that you should have a license to enter the gene pool.”

Kerry felt a tired laugh emerging and she allowed it. “She’s really sharp. I know that’s where Dar gets it from, but Dar isn’t wicked like that. Ceci goes right for the jugular in small words she’s sure are going to be very clearly understood.” She smiled briefly. “I’m sorry they decided to go back to the hotel tonight.”

She glanced at the top of the stairs. “Maybe we should have too.”

“Hey,” Angie gave her a squeeze, “I know it sucks, Ker, but don’t begrudge us the few minutes we’ve spent with you, okay?

We do miss you, regardless of what the rest of these jerks say.”