cadavers of smokers. You should see their lungs.â
He remembered the embarrassment she tried to hide at the hospital when Carl announced that she used to be in medical school. He wanted to hear from her on the subject. âWhy did you drop of out of medical school anyway?â
âI didnât want the initials M.D. after my name bad enough.â
âThatâs fair.â
She laughed. âJust like that? Everyone else pushes the subject. My mother, Carl, even my friends think Iâm blowing a huge opportunity.â
âItâs your life.â
âWhat about you? Does Luke give you any flak about dropping out of gemstone hunting?â
âI retired, and no, he didnât.â
âYou said you needed a change of pace.â
âI did.â
âDoes that include settling down like Luke?â
âWhy? Are you looking to marry me now?â
She rolled her eyes. âNo.â
âAnything else youâd like to know?â
âI donât know; you went to college, and then what, became a gemstone hunter?â
âI didnât go to college.â
âYou didnât?â
âDonât go snobby on me. Youâre not exactly at the top of your career game.â
âFine; weâre even on that front. But still, donât you need certification or something to do what you do?â
âTo grade gemstones, yes, you do. Iâm certified. Is that what you want to hear? Does that make a difference to you?â
âI used to think so.â
âWhat do you do for work?â
Jessie gave a small laugh. âI wait tables.â
âThen your future is wide open.â He grinned and shot her a loaded glance.
âIâm happier taking orders than I ever was in medical school.â
âAre you going to wait tables forever?â
âI havenât decided.â She looked down at her hands. âThe truth is Iâve been riding on Carlâs dreams and not my own. I have no idea what to do with my life. Itâs hard enough to admit this to myself. Itâs worse to be made to feel like my career has to define who I am.â
âItâs honest.â
âDid you always know you wanted to work with gemstones?â
âNot even close. I left home at a young age. I didnât have the luxury to try and figure it out through classes and internships.â
âHow young were you?â
âSeventeen.â
âI assumed you and your family were close.â
âYou assumed wrong.â
âWhy did you leave home?â
âItâs not the kind of thing I usually share with people.â
âSorry I asked.â
Brentâs hand tightened on the steering wheel. If he needed to earn her trust, he had to open up, something he wasnât comfortable doing, but the circumstances called for an extra measure and reluctantly, he conceded. âIâll tell you how close we were. Thereâs this flower garden my mother grew every summer. My father didnât let her do much of anything, but he allowed her this space in the backyard to do with as she pleased. This one time she managed to produce these impressive red roses. I remember how much she loved them because she rarely smiled and that summer, she came in from her garden and I could tell they brought life back in her. She would take extra care of them, like they were her children. She loved them. One day she did something to upset him, which wasnât hard, and to get back at her he didnât hit herâa fact that still gives me chills to this day. I knew it was bad when he didnât use his fist.â
âWhat did he do?â Jessie asked in almost a whisper.
âHe wanted me to go out to the roses and rip them from the ground. He told me to cut off their heads and put them to the side. Then, when there would be nothing left except a few stray petals and heaps of dirt where the stems used to be, he instructed me to
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