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Cate Tiernan [Immortal Belove Immortal Beloved (epub)
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.He had always been highly protective of his brother’s kids, but now that both parents were gone, Alistair was determined to be there for them.He wanted to make sure they still reached for every opportunity that life had to offer them.“Amen,” said Pastor Holman.Marisa buttoned her dark wool coat and hurried down the hill toward the parking lot, anxious to avoid her father’s co-workers.Although the staff of Rogue Valley Realty meant well, she just couldn’t stand to hear over and over again what a terrific guy her dad had been.For the past decade or so, the real estate duo of Alan and Alistair MacCallum had helped several families purchase homes in their sleepy southern Oregon town of Jacksonville.Most of the people in the area even knew the brothers by name.Both of them, but especially Alan MacCallum, were known around town as honest men of integrity and all-around nice guys.But no amount of kind words could ever bring her father back.And since her dad wasn’t here anymore, Marisa just wanted to get out of the creepy cemetery and never come back.“Risa! Wait up!” It was Danielle.She had been Marisa’s best friend since third grade.The short brunette with a pixie haircut panted, tried to catch her breath as she studied Marisa’s face with concern.“Are you leaving already?” Danielle asked.“Yeah, sorry—I didn’t know that you’d come.”“I got here late.You okay?”Marisa shook her head.“I gotta get outta here.Call you later?”“Sure.And again, I’m really sorry about your dad.”“Thanks.”Marisa hugged her briefly and hurried off toward the parking lot.She slid into the passenger’s side of her uncle’s Land Rover and quickly shut the door.She sunk down in the seat as she scanned the crowds for her uncle and Mark.They must have stopped to talk.She groaned.They were chatting with Mrs.Finchley.The way that woman liked to talk, they could be there for a while.Marisa wanted to go home.But it wasn’t really home anymore.Not without Dad.Minutes later, her uncle and brother finally managed to slip away.Not a word was said as the trio drove down to their historic brick home on the north side of town.The autumn foliage that colored the hills reminded Marisa of her rapidly-approaching eighteenth birthday, but a big celebration was the last thing on her mind.Uncle Al covered the distance in less than ten minutes and parked the car in the street in front of their house.Mark said nothing as he stepped out onto the curb and loosened his tie.At sixteen, he was already an inch taller than his sister and people who didn’t know better were starting to think he was older.“I’ll go make us some lunch,” said Uncle Al.Just as he was unlocking the front door, Marisa spotted her father’s weather-beaten rocking chair on the porch.She bolted up the stairs toward her room and collapsed onto the window seat, burying her face in her arms.A moment later, there was a soft knock at the door.“Aren’t you gonna eat?” her uncle asked, peeking in.She wiped her eyes.“I’m not hungry.”“Risa, you haven’t been eating much lately and I’m startin’ to worry.”“I’m okay, Uncle Al,” she said, grabbing her jeans.“Just come and sit with us then.”“I’m going for a ride.I’ll grab something when I get back.”“Honey, I don’t think you should be alone so soon after”—he didn’t want to say it—”everything.”“I’m fine.I just need some space.”“Well, if you’re sure.” he trailed off.He studied her for a moment.“I’ll make some sandwiches and pasta salad and stick them in the fridge for later.”“Thanks.”He stopped.“Oh, and Marisa?”“Yeah?”“I hope you’re not planning to ride up into those woods above Gold Hill.You know your dad didn’t want either of you two up there by yourself.”“She’s always going up there to ride,” Mark said, barging in.“Not always,” she said.She glared at her brother.“C’mon, Uncle Al, everyone knows it’s just a bunch of superstitious nonsense.”“It’s not nonsense.And don’t think for one minute I’m gonna let you do all the things your dad didn’t let you do,” he said, wagging a finger at her.“You two may think that you’re adults, but you’re still underage and still under my protection.”“You don’t have to worry—I’m not seven anymore,” Marisa said.“Besides, I’ve got my phone with me.” She gathered her long, wavy hair into a ponytail and grabbed her riding boots.“I know you’re not,” Uncle Al replied quietly.“In fact, you remind me more and more of your mother every day.”And every bit just as stubborn, he thought.“Why don’t you two go eat your lunch?” Marisa suggested.Mark shrugged and headed down the stairs.Uncle Al hesitated as he studied her reflection in the mirror.Maybe she was right.Maybe all she needed was a little bit of space.He shook his head and closed the door behind him, still muttering to himself.She grabbed her One Direction concert tee out of the laundry basket and slipped it over her head.She pulled on her track sweatshirt and skinny jeans and rummaged in the closet for her riding cape [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]