Free Made For Another (Caroline Dawson Series - Book 1) by Alesha Cary Page B

wanted to tell him, but it didn't seem right to do that at work, so I was waiting until he came back."
    Carrie watched her niece over the top of her coffee cup as she took a sip. Sarah was turning into quite a young woman. She still remembered how excited Sarah had been that time when she was seven or eight and had come to visit her in the hospital.
    All she could talk about that day was the candy stripers... and now here she was, almost a nurse. She'd be a good one, too, once she gained a little more perspective. Carrie was glad she had this chance to spend time with Sarah.
    "So you think he's your soulmate, but you've never told him? And you're upset but you don't know if he feels the same way about you?"
    "When you put it that way it sounds immature and childish. But I know how I felt when he held me and kissed me. Maybe I can't explain it very well, but I can't imagine that he didn't feel the same."
    "Sarah, honey, you have to stop torturing yourself. How can you expect someone else to understand what's going on for you if you don't share it with them?"
    "I can't imagine he doesn't feel at least some of the same things I felt."
    "So now you're expecting him to be a mind reader? Is that fair? You never shared your feelings with him but you expect he's going to feel the same way you do and you're angry when he doesn't act the way you think he should?"
    Sarah sat looking at the fire for a few moments.
    "No, you're right. That's why I came to talk to you. I don't want to second guess what's going on. I'm more worried that something bad may have happened to him or his family. Being alone has its drawbacks." She smiled wryly.
    "I never told him. There's no way I should expect him to know how I feel. So here's my worst thought: what if he never comes back? What if I don't see him again?"
    Carrie raised her eyebrows, "I doubt that will happen. I'm sure he hasn't disappeared from the face of the earth."
    "Well I hope you're right, but at this moment it sure seems like that to me," Sarah sighed.

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    Monday. Again. This time getting ready for work wasn't as much fun.
    It had been a long and emotional week. She had spent an exhausting Sunday trying to figure out a way to find out what had happened. She had thought long and hard about what she would do without Bradley in her life. She didn't want to think ab out that as a possibility, especially since she was still convinced that he was her soulmate. But, what did that mean, really? Especially if she was the only one who felt that way?
    She was still upset that he had disappeared so suddenly, but she wasn't feeling so abandoned or desperate after talking with Aunt Carrie.
    Sarah hurried out the door. She'd been so emotionally drained that she had overslept - not something she normally did. She started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
    It was such a relief to have someone like Aunt Carrie to talk to. Sarah was grateful that her aunt had chosen to move close enough that she could use Aunt Carrie as a sounding board when needed.
    If Sarah had dared to talk with anyone at school or the hospital, it would probably have ended up in a "pity party".  But that wouldn't happen with Aunt Carrie. Even after a nasty divorce, her aunt wasn't anti-men. And if anyone had a right to resent men, it would have been Aunt Carrie. 
    Sarah reached over and turned on the radio. This morning she wanted something to distract her. She surfed through several stations, looking for something besides the early morning talk shows. Music. It was time for music. Nora Jones. Okay, that would do for now.
    Sarah knew there would be a huge hole in her life without Bradley. If he didn't show up soon, then she would just have to figure out how to find him. The Personnel office had his P.O. Box number, and she was confident that she could find a way to get that information. At that point, Sarah could either track him down or at the least, send him a note and ask what happened.   Even if they