Escape with Me. Janice Sims
saying my experience has been a blessing?”
“Now you know what kind of man you married. It would have been worse if you had been with him twenty years instead of five and all of this happened,” Aaron said reasonably.
“It stings pretty badly right now,” Lana asserted.
“Of course it does, but eventually they will find him, and you’ll be able to face him and tell him to go to hell and you’ll live through it. You’re tougher than you think.”
Lana knew her father was right. After she had admitted to herself that Jeremy had faked his death and run away, she had spent weeks beating up on herself for being so gullible and allowing herself to love a man like him. Now, if she ever saw him again she believed she would stomp on him. She was that angry with him.
She smiled at her dad. “What about your health and you being in the hospital for the first time in your life. Is that a blessing?”
Aaron’s smile grew wider. “It got you home, didn’t it?”
Lana rolled her eyes. “You never quit.”
“Never, baby girl.”
Lana stood up. She looked around the room. Flowers were on every available surface. “Your women?” she joked, referring to the number of bouquets.
“Well, you know...” he said with no modesty whatsoever. “What can I say? There are more women than men in our age group. Somebody has to take up the slack.”
Lana went to read a few of the cards attached to the bouquets. Sure enough, they were from females. Some names she recognized, some she didn’t. One in particular was of interest to her. It was her high school English teacher, Miss Ellen Newman.
“Miss Newman, Daddy? You’re seeing Miss Newman?” She couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.
“She’s an attractive woman,” Aaron said. “And we share certain interests.” He raised his eyebrows in a lascivious manner, which made Lana guffaw.
“I don’t want to hear anything about Miss Newman’s certain interests,” Lana hurriedly told him.
“I was just going to say she likes going fishing, too,” Aaron said innocently.
“I’ll bet,” Lana said dryly. She turned to face him again after reading the message on another card: Get well soon, Tiger! It had been signed by another female admirer whose name she didn’t recognize.
“Maybe giving up butter and lobster aren’t the only things you should think about letting go,” she said with a laugh.
“I’d give up the shellfish before I gave up the ladies,” vowed Aaron through a smile.
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