A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [103]
“No!” Sabina cried. “How could you do this? This is our home.”
“And I am getting too old to care for it. It weighs on my mind, Bina. And it is time to let it go. Besides, your Alec is offering me a very fair price.”
“My Alec!” Sabina shouted. She turned to him. “Is that what you told her? Is that why she’s selling to you, because she believes there’s something between us?” She turned to her grandmother. “Don’t do this.”
“The decision is already made, Sabina.”
She stared long and hard at Alec, a look of utter betrayal on her face. She spun on her heel and walked across the hall, slamming her apartment door shut behind her.
Alec sighed deeply, then turned to Ruta. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“No, it is. Time to push this chick out of the nest. She has gotten far too comfortable with her life here.”
Alec folded the manila envelope in half. “I’ll have the papers drawn up. But first, I’m going to go explain this all to Sabina.”
Ruta touched his arm. “Leave her alone for now. She has many things to think about. I am sure she will see the wisdom in this.”
At first, Alec didn’t want to heed Ruta’s advice. But she knew Sabina far better than he did. And if he’d learned anything from the Gypsy woman over the past few days it was that she had a good sense of people’s emotions. “I’ll call her tonight.”
“Wait until tomorrow, or even the next day,” Ruta said. “Make her wonder if you’ll ever call again. And then when you do, she will realize how much she has missed you.”
Alec nodded, then walked to the door. Though it went against every instinct he had, he passed by Sabina’s apartment door and took the stairs to the lobby. When he reached the street, he paused, wondering if he ought to tear up the agreement and toss it in the nearest garbage bin.
But if Ruta didn’t sell to him, then sooner or later she’d sell to someone, someone who might not treat her tenants as kindly as he would. No, this deal was for the best. And if Sabina never came to realize that, then he would be sorry for it.
But he had to trust that her feelings for him were as strong as his for her. If not, then there was really nothing to lose at all.
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU could do this,” Sabina said.
She sat on the floor of the shop, a box of candles in front of her. Unpacking them seemed like a silly waste of time. Why was she even worried about sales when the shop would be just a faint memory by next year?
“You do not think I have a right to live the rest of my life in comfort, knowing that I have enough money to make you happy?”
“How could you think this would make me happy?”
“It gives you your freedom, Bina. You can do what you want with your life. You can open your own store or you can travel or you can sit in a room and sulk while your money earns interest at the bank. I do not care. Just find whatever it is that makes you happy and grab for it.”
Sabina picked up a ylang-ylang candle and sniffed at it, letting the scent slowly seep into her. Mixed with myrrh, the resulting blend was meant to put a person in touch with their sensual side. She didn’t want anything to do with that side of her personality. That’s what had gotten her into this mess in the first place.
She snatched up a lavender candle and inhaled the soothing scent, then closed her eyes. Images of Alec swirled in her mind and she cursed softly, then dropped the candle back in the box. She couldn’t ignore the fact that she missed him. Every night she went to bed determined not to dream of him, and every morning she woke with a strange, empty feeling inside her.
“When is this all going to be final?” she asked.
“He sent the papers over yesterday,” Ruta said. “I had my lawyer read them and he says they are all in order. No tricks or fine print.” Ruta held up the envelope. “I was hoping you might deliver them for me.”
“No.” Sabina shook her head. “I don’t ever want to see that man again. He used me and then he betrayed me. If I hadn’t let him into our lives, this