He damned well wasn’t going to lose Sarah and Bethany.
As soon as Luke received that frantic phone call from Sarah, he sprang into action and got his sisters out of that sick situation, the friendly stranger helping greatly.
He’d been scared Grandfather would come after them, even though he’d moved his sisters to Mifflin, a few states away, but thank God, he never did.
* * * *
“Tell us, Luke!”
Luke smiled at his younger sister. “I arranged it so he ‘accidentally’ bumped into me when he came out of the locker room.”
“Was that a good idea? He could have thought you were perving on him.”
“He didn’t.” At least Luke was pretty sure his youngest sibling hadn’t thought anything of the kind. “He looks just like Dad, Beth.”
“I wish I remembered our father.”
He patted her shoulder. She’d been so young when all that garbage had gone down, and frankly, he was glad she couldn’t remember.
“I tell you what. I’ll see if I can find a picture of him on the Net.”