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“Mom, we’ve got
to get going,” Owen said, using his crutches. “I don’t want to be late for my
physical therapy session.” He shifted anxiously, looking out the window. Ever
since his accident, he had been leery of getting into cars. Not that I blamed
him. Owen was in a horrific car accident, caused by my psycho ex-boyfriend. He
had every right to be afraid, but he needed to get back into the real world.
The first, minute step was going to physical therapy three days a week.
Unfortunately, Owen was also adamant on not driving, even though he had the
cast on his right foot removed. He still had to wear a brace to for support,
but he was without a boot.
And slowly
getting better.
“Mom! COME ON!”
Owen bellowed.
“Okay, just let
me call Steve. He’s supposed to come with us,” I said, picking up my cell phone
and calling Steve on his cell. Owen grumbled, hobbling away from me and sitting
down in the family room. We were all under a great deal of strain with all of
the protection.
It was now just
before Edward’s birthday, three weeks after Kyra’s commencement ceremony and we
were ready for Jacob to be caught.
Kyra couldn’t even go out to her friend’s graduation parties because of the
threat of Jacob and possibly Mackenzie. Kyra was convinced that Mackenzie is in
cahoots with Jacob. It was unproven, but it was enough to make us all on edge
with this additional threat.
On his cell
phone, Steve picked up right away, darting into the main house from the
apartment. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight black shirt. Around
his shoulders, he had on his shoulder harness which carried a gun. He had
another around his ankle and a knife strapped to his other leg.
My husband was
a man obsessed with all of the protection. All of the body guards now were
armed to the teeth.
“Mom, can I
come with you?” asked Mia. She was dressed in her workout clothes. Or rather,
Kyra’s workout clothes. My youngest daughter had had a growth spurt. Owen’s
physical therapist didn’t mind if we worked out while Owen strengthened both of
his legs. It kept us sane while we waited. Edward ran. I used the strength
machines. Kyra and Mia did a combination of both. Masen was the ‘slacker’ of
the bunch, reading his books. He was athletic, but preferred to play golf, go
hiking or rock climbing. Justin and Adam got Masen hooked on those.
I was going to
spend my time, though, working on my edits for the third Charmed movie. I shifted my computer on my shoulder and nodded. “Of
course, sweetie. Are you getting ready for volleyball?” I asked, hugging her
close.
“Nah. I just
want to get out of the house,” she shrugged. “Hang out with my older brother
and my mom.”
“It’s not like
we’ll be able to talk, Mia,” Owen snorted. “Billy kicks my ass at therapy. I
spend most of my sessions in agonizing pain. I’m crying on the inside,
screaming for my mommy.” He winked at me, snickering quietly. I just rolled my
eyes.
“As well he
should, Owen. You gained so much weight from being bed-ridden. Now? You’ve got
muscles!” Mia teased, poking her brother’s toned shoulder. Owen swatted at his
sister, who deftly danced away. Since he had started going to physical therapy,
more than what he did in the house, Owen’s body had changed significantly. All
of the weight he’d gained from his accident melted away and he looked so much
like my husband.
Well, more like
how Edward looked like when he was teenager.
Edward was in
shock in how much he and Owen resembled each other. It was like they were twins, separated by
nearly thirty years. The only difference between the two is the hair. Edward’s
hair at sixteen, nearly seventeen, was a warm bronze. Owen had lighter hair,
darker eyes and about five inches shorter than Edward.
“Okay, let’s get going,” I said, tossing the keys to Steve.
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