And then again, every time I was with him for more than a couple weeks we started fighting again. Then something would happen – deaths of children using China white that gangs were dealing in schoolyards. Meth in the schools or in some industry where people were vulnerable.
In the past I'd just disappeared on Mark, there one day, gone the next. He was an intern at a local hospital, doing his rotations as he learned to be a doctor. Probably some of the times I'd disappeared it had taken him a day or two to even understand I was gone.
We kept hanging on to the shreds of our relationship. Stupid or not, that convinced me it was real.
So if I ran away again, maybe the smart thing to do would be to keep running. I still looked about seventeen in the mirror. The amount of fet I'd done over the last months hadn't yet played havoc with my twenty-four-year-old self.
If Samuels were still around I could probably have blackmailed him into giving me a kickass recommendation with another PD. Portland, maybe. I'd be closer to my father.
And right in the line of fire of my three married-with-children sisters.
Shudder.There were worse things in the world than Cole St. Martin and his whips and crops and paddles and hairbrushes.