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    Sarah: Barcross Romance, #2
    Sarah: Barcross Romance, #2
    Sarah: Barcross Romance, #2
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    Sarah: Barcross Romance, #2

    By Eden Elsworth

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    After the death of her first love, Sarah cuts herself off from everyone she knows. For two years, she lives in isolation, suffering from the effects of theaccident that killed Mark.

    Then Mickey comes into her life, he patiently coaxes her from her solitude, until she falls in love with him. But Mark's ghost could still come between them.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEden Elsworth
    Release dateJul 1, 2015
    ISBN9781513012629
    Sarah: Barcross Romance, #2

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      Sarah - Eden Elsworth

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      Miserable cow.

      Sarah heard the muttered words, as the speaker had intended she should, but took no notice. She didn’t care what the woman thought of her. But it was the fact she didn’t care that caused the comments. She couldn’t be bothered with any of the people in Barcross.

      The whole point of moving to the small village was to get away from everyone she had known and all the memories that went with them.

      Sarah only ventured into the village once a week to stock up on a few groceries, and every time she did, at least one person would make a comment about her antisocial attitude. All she asked of her life now was to be left alone.

      Pulling open the back door of her car to dump the bags of groceries on the seat, she sighed quietly, then got in the driver’s seat. Why didn’t anyone understand she simply couldn’t cope with people anymore?

      Then Sarah heard it again, as she had every week for the last month. She had tried changing what time and day she came into the village centre, but every time, that sound was there.

      Sarah could feel the panic beginning. Her chest started to tighten, making it hard to breathe.

      Instantly, she was back to the day that had stolen her life.

      She could feel all the pain.

      Once again, she was lying at the side of the road, screaming in agony as her shattered leg stopped her reaching him.

      She had known straight away it was too late for him long before the ambulance had arrived. The unnatural angle of his head told her all she needed to know. The car driver had kept saying over and over again that he hadn’t seen their motorbike. Hadn’t looked more like.

      Trying to breathe properly, Sarah forced herself back to reality. She couldn’t face that again, not after another night of reliving it repeatedly in her dreams.

      The sound got closer.

      She screwed her eyes shut so she didn’t have to see the motorbike as it went past. She knew exactly what model it was. The first time she had heard it, she had been too shocked to shut it out.

      The bright green Kawasaki Z750 went by and Sarah held her breath to control it.

      For God’s sake, just go! Don’t hang around! Never mind the speed limit, just open it up and go!

      When the sound finally stopped, she opened her eyes again. It had only taken a few seconds, but to Sarah it had felt like hours.

      Wiping the sweat off her face with her sleeves, she took a few minutes to calm herself before starting the car. If this kept up, she would have to face the crowds of people in Hailsbury to do her weekly shop.

      When she eventually stopped shaking, Sarah cautiously put the car in gear and pulled away. She turned the stereo on, hoping a bit of music would help settle her. The heavy metal music crashed through her, smothering her fear.

      Following the road out of the village, passed the small council estate and on up the hill, she headed back to her ugly little bungalow nearly two miles from the village itself.

      Her home had all the aesthetic appeal of a concrete block, but it was nicely isolated, and she had got it for the view out, not to look at. Nestled into the side of the hill, it had wonderful views of the arable valley around the village and, most importantly, no neighbours. She only ever saw the occasional walker with a dog going along the lane in front of the bungalow.

      Until recently.

      Over the last month, one man she had seen one man walking his black Labrador along the lane nearly every day. Each time, he merely nodded at her if she was outside, and then went on his way, usually whistling merrily to himself. The dog just ambled at its own speed, sometimes in front of his owner and sometimes behind.

      The muscles in Sarah’s leg suddenly started to spasm. She looked at her watch. She was late for the next round of the painkillers she had been taking since the accident. The bike going past had delayed her leaving the village and pushed her schedule off. She was going to have to use the walking stick to get indoors.

      Damn thing.

      Sarah hated being reduced to that. It made her look like an old woman hobbling around.

      The post lay on the door mat as she went in through the front door. It would have to stay there for now. She couldn’t make her body work enough to bend down and pick it up.

      In the kitchen, Sarah took out all the boxes of pills from the cupboard on the wall and started to push the pills out of the blister packs, lining them up ready to take. With a large glass of water, she began the repetitive process of swallowing each one in size order, largest to smallest.

      Waiting a while for them to take effect, she thought about the panic attack brought on by the sound of the motorbike. She couldn’t keep facing that. If she ate more, she would get her shopping online and have it delivered. Although her GP would have a fit at her if she did that. Sarah was meant to be making the effort to get out more, not less.

      Once the painkillers started to kick in, she went back out to the car to get her groceries.

      Her life had become an endless round of set routines; daily ones, weekly ones, and monthly ones. Taking pills, making herself eat, going shopping, physiotherapy, GP appointments. They gave her life a structure she would rather have done without, but couldn’t.

      In between all the routines, Sarah found a bit of the peace she had come here in search of. Sitting in the front garden on a wooden chair, she could look out

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