Never to Keep (Accepting Fate #1) by Aimie Grey Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “What time do you wrap tonight?” she asked Tate. “I want to have Sawyer over for dinner.” She turned her attention back to me. “If you’re free, that is.”
    “I don’t have any plans,” I said. I never had any plans that didn’t involve my sister or teaching dyslexic kids how to read.
    “We’re making good progress, so I should be done around five,” Tate said. “They’re filming the fight scene with the stunt guys tonight.”
    “Perfect. How about you come over around seven?” she asked me.
    “Sounds great.”
    *
    Marina’s house was beautiful, but it was not at all what I’d expected. This was the kind of house a lawyer would have; it wasn’t grand enough for Hollywood’s golden couple.
    “What were you going to tell me about your sister-in-law?” she asked. I had told her all about Kristy during our chats over the past month. I had started to tell Marina about the latest drama on the phone earlier, but was cut off when she was unexpectedly called to the set.
    My fury came rushing back as I began to tell her the story. “I got home after lunch and found a moving truck in the driveway. Finn and the bitch are moving in with my parents while they remodel their house. Said it could take the better part of a fucking year. I’m going to have to move out.”
    “I’ve never met her, but based on what you’ve said, I think that’s the best thing to do. I’ll help you find a place.”
    “I think I need a change of scenery. I kind of liked Indiana when I was there for Finn’s wedding. Maybe I’ll get an apartment in LA until the school year is over and then look for a place there.”
    “I’d hate for you to leave, but I understand the feeling of needing to get away.”
    “That was delicious, Del,” Tate said as he cleared his dishes.
    “Thanks, Tater,” she smiled up at him. In this house, they were just Marina and Tate—well, Del and Tater—two ordinary people with stupid nicknames for each other. Someday, I’d have to ask him why he called her Del.
    “That was really good,” I said to my sister. “Let me help clean up.”
    “No, it’s Tate’s turn to do the dishes. I want to show you something.” She took my hand and led me down one of the hallways to a spare bedroom.
    “Oh, before I forget. Remember how I said I wanted to give you something from our mother?”
    “Yes. Remember how I said you didn’t have to?”
    She waved her hand in the air to dismiss my question. “Mom left me some money when she died. I lived off of it until I started making money of my own. I used it to pay for college and bought this house with it. I haven’t touched it since I got my first paycheck. I want you to have what’s left of it.”
    “She may have given birth to me, but she was your mom, not mine. She didn’t even know my name.”
    “If I stopped working now, I could maintain my lifestyle for the rest of my life and the next three generations would never have to work. That’s not taking into account any interest it would earn. I would never be able to spend my money, let alone hers.” She looked at me with the same blue eyes I saw in the mirror every morning. “I really want you to have it. It’ll make me feel better knowing you don’t have to worry about finances. Plus, you can use some of it to help you move.”
    I didn’t think there could be very much left, and it would make it easier to get away from Kristy as soon as humanly possible.
    “Just how much money are we talking about? Maybe I can borrow it from you until I get on my feet.”
    “Close to fifty; I forget the exact number. Give me a minute, and I’ll find out for sure.” She sat down at the computer desk and began typing.
    “Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money. There’s no way I can accept that much.” I hoped she didn’t see me as a charity case. I could figure out a way to move out of my parents’ house without her help.
    “Looks like it’s slightly north of fifty-two.” She continued to type