Once Lost. Блейк Пирс

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      He turned over a few shovels full of dirt until he struck something solid but soft.

      He shoveled more carefully, trying to uncover whatever it was. Soon something pale came into view.

      It took a few moments for George to register what it was.

      “Oh, Lord!” he gasped, his stomach churning with horror.

      It was a hand – a young woman’s hand.

      CHAPTER SIX

      The next morning, Riley watched as Blaine fixed a breakfast of eggs Benedict with fresh squeezed orange juice and rich, dark coffee. She reflected that passionate lovemaking was not limited to ex-husbands. And she realized that waking up in comfort with a man was something new.

      She felt grateful for this morning, and grateful to Gabriela, who had assured her she would take care of everything when Riley had phoned her last night. But she couldn’t help but wonder if a relationship like this would survive, given the many other complications of her life.

      Riley decided to ignore that question and focus on the delicious meal. But as they ate, she soon noticed that Blaine’s mind seemed to be elsewhere.

      “What’s the matter?” she asked him.

      Blaine didn’t reply. His eyes roamed about uneasily.

      She felt a flash of worry. What was the problem?

      Was he having second thoughts about last night? Was he less contented with this than she was?

      “Blaine, what’s wrong?” Riley asked, her voice shaking a little.

      After a pause, Blaine said, “Riley, I just don’t feel … safe.”

      Riley struggled to make sense of what Blaine had said. Was all the warmth and affection they’d shared since their date last night suddenly gone? What had happened between them to change everything?

      “I – I don’t understand,” she stammered. “What do you mean, you don’t feel safe?”

      Blaine hesitated, then said, “I think I need to buy a gun. For home protection.”

      His words jolted Riley. She hadn’t expected this.

      But maybe I should have, she thought.

      Sitting across the table from him, she could see a scar on his right cheek. He’d gotten that scar last November in Riley’s own home, trying to protect April and Gabriela from an attacker bent on revenge.

      Riley remembered the terrible guilt she’d felt at seeing Blaine unconscious in a hospital bed after it was over.

      And now she felt that guilt all over again.

      Would Blaine ever feel safe with Riley in her life? Would he ever feel that his daughter could be safe?

      And was a gun what he really needed to make him feel safer?

      Riley shook her head.

      “I don’t know, Blaine,” she said. “I’m not a great fan of civilians keeping weapons in their homes.”

      As soon as the words were out, Riley realized how patronizing they sounded.

      She couldn’t tell from Blaine’s expression whether he was offended or not. He seemed to be waiting for her to say more.

      Riley sipped her coffee, gathering her thoughts.

      She said, “Did you know that statistically, home weapons are more likely to lead to homicides, suicides, and accidental deaths than successful home defense? In fact, gun owners are generally at greater risk of becoming homicide victims themselves than people who don’t own guns.”

      Blaine nodded.

      “Yeah, I know all about that,” he said. “I’ve been doing some research. I also know about Virginia’s self-defense laws. And that this is an open-carry state.”

      Riley tilted her head with approval.

      “Well, you’re already better prepared than most people who decide to buy a gun. Even so …”

      Her words trailed off. She was reluctant to say what was on her mind.

      “What is it?” Blaine asked.

      Riley took a long, deep breath.

      “Blaine, would you want to buy a gun if I wasn’t part of your life?”

      “Oh, Riley – ”

      “Tell me the truth. Please.”

      Blaine sat staring into his coffee for a moment.

      “No, I wouldn’t,” he finally said.

      Riley reached across the table and held Blaine’s hand.

      “That’s what I thought. And I’m sure you can understand how that makes me feel. I care for you a lot, Blaine. It’s terrible to know that your life is more dangerous because of me.”

      “I get that,” Blaine said. “But I want you to tell me the truth about something. And please don’t take this wrong.”

      Riley silently braced herself for whatever Blaine was about to ask her.

      “Are your feelings really a good argument against my buying a gun? I mean, isn’t it a fact that I’m in more danger than the average citizen, and that I ought to be able to defend myself and Crystal – and maybe even you?”

      Riley shrugged a little. She felt sad to admit it to herself, but Blaine was right.

      If a gun would make him feel more safe and secure, he ought to have one.

      She was also sure that he’d be as responsible as a gun owner could possibly be.

      “OK,” she said. “Let’s finish breakfast and go shopping.”

*

      Later that morning, Blaine walked into a gun store with Riley. Right away Blaine wondered if he was making a mistake. He couldn’t guess how many fearsome weapons were on the walls and in glass cases. He’d never even fired a gun before – unless he counted the BB gun he’d had as a kid.

      What am I getting into? he thought.

      A large, bearded man in a plaid shirt was moving about among the merchandise.

      “How can I help you folks?” he asked.

      Riley said, “We’re looking for some home protection for my friend.”

      “Well, I’m sure we’ve got something here that will suit you,” the man said.

      Blaine felt awkward under the man’s gaze. He guessed that it wasn’t every day when an attractive woman brought her boyfriend in here to help him choose a weapon.

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