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Part 35

"Hello? Are you here?" Shawn asked, walking into the cabin.

"Yes." She said walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel drying her hair.

"Sorry." He said looking the other way. "I brought you some food and some necessities." He placed the bags on the table.

"Thank you. How could I ever repay you?" She said walking to the table and looking through the bags.

He stared at her back. "Your bruises are almost healed."

"The outside ones, the inside ones I don't think will ever heal." She said with sadness.

She turned around and looked up at him. He stared at her lips. What was she doing to him? Why was he feeling this way? He had a wife, who he cared for, a lot. He couldn't have this woman come into his life ruining it, even if she claims they were together before. He broke their stare and walked into the living room. "I have some bad news."

"What is it?" She asked, scared.

"I tried getting your old place back, the one you told me about, with Belinda, but even with me pleading, she wouldn't take you back. After what happened the last time, she said that your brother and your husband ripped the place apart, she doesn't want any problems."

"Don't call him that! I understand her. I don't know what to do then." She said sitting down on the couch holding onto the towel.

"I'll make you a deal." He said, kneeling in front of her. "I was going to rent this place. How about I rent it to you?"

"I can't afford this place. Even if I start working at the diner, it won't be enough to pay for a place like this."

"I'm going to give you a good price, don't worry." He placed a hand on her bare knee.

"What about your wife? Would she be okay with me staying here?"

"She never comes here and let me worry about that."

"What about me working back at the diner? Does she even know I'm back?"

"She hasn't stepped foot into the diner since we got married."

"What about your mother? She doesn't exactly like me."

"Hey, let's take one step at a time, okay? You'll stay here and you'll start tomorrow at the diner. I'll pick you up tomorrow but we'll see about getting you a car. I have to go. Is there anything else you need?" He asked, standing up and turning away.

She quickly stood up. "Wait!" She ran to him and put her arms around his neck and hugged him. At first he didn't know what to do, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back, inhaling her scent.

"Shawn!" July yelled as he walked into the house.

"Yes, July." He said as he rubbed his forehead.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" He climbed the stairs to their room followed by her.

"I called the diner and Carl told me you had left early, but you didn't come home until now."

"I had some things to do, July. No big deal."

"What things?" She crossed her arms across her chest.

"July, drop it. I don't like this side of you."

"The side that's worried that there is something going on in our marriage? Have you noticed that you haven't even touched me since you came back from disappearing?"

"I'm just not in the mood, July. I have been having a lot of headaches."

"Have you seen the doctor?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"He said it is common because of what happened to me. It might also trigger some memories. That's a good thing, right?"

She stared at him nervously. "Sure, great."

"Is there anything else you need before I jump in the shower?"

"Yes, the reason I was calling you for."

"What?" He asked unbuttoning his shirt.

"My dad found a position for you at the company."

He started laughing. "What are you talking about?"

"Why are you laughing? I'm being serious."

"July, I have a job. Why would I go work at your father's company? And what would I even do there? I don't know anything about what he does."

"That's the best part, he would hire you as an executive and you'll have an assistant that would do most of your work. Isn't that great?"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"So you can give me the life I deserve! The life I'm used to."

"July, when you married me you knew I worked at the diner. That place has been in my family for generations. It's going to be mine someday."

"And you can have someone else work it for you."

He walked into the closet and saw a dozen shopping bags sprawled on the floor. "Did you go shopping again?"

"Yes. I needed a few things."

"A few?" He asked looking through the bags at the price tags. "July! This is all expensive crap that you don't need. You are taking all this back and return it tomorrow."

"No, I'm not."

"We can't afford this!"

"I used my father's credit card."

"We are married. You shouldn't be using your parents' money. Why don't you find a job? You went to college for four years, take advantage of that education."

"I have a son and another kid on the way. I'm staying home and taking care of my kids. And if you don't want me using my parents' money or wasting any of yours, take the job."

"No, July. She was right, all you care about is the money." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Who is she? Who are you talking about?"

"No one. This conversation is over. I don't want to hear anything about it ever again. And you are returning those tomorrow. I'm taking a shower." He said going to the bathroom and slamming the door.