Beyond the Consequences (Book 5 of the Consequences Series)

Beyond the Consequences (Book 5 of the Consequences Series)

Aleatha Romig




Dear Readers,



As always, this is for you. BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES began as a novella (A Peek Beyond the Consequences), which appeared in a limited-release anthology. After numerous requests, I decided to expand the novella and release it on its own. I was hoping to double it from its original 17 K word length. As I wrote, Tony, Claire, and Phil all decided they had more to say. I now introduce you to a 66 K+ word story. By definition this is no longer a novella, but a full-length novel. Welcome to the new and expanded BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES.

Note that this story occurs after most events in CONVICTED and REVEALED take place. It’s meant as a fun glimpse into the future of a family that had a very dark and unusual beginning.

As you know, Anthony Rawlings and Claire Nichols have taken the long road to get to this point in their lives and their relationship. I think they deserve some fun; there was enough angst in the beginning to last them both a lifetime.

Oh, who am I kidding? I enjoy giving you and them a little angst too.

Thank you for rejoining Tony and Claire for a look into their future. Please sit back and enjoy BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES.



Sincerely,

~Aleatha





The CONSEQUENCES series contains dark adult content. Although excessive description and detail are not used, the content contains innuendos of kidnapping, rape, and abuse—physical and mental. If you’re unable to read this material, please do not purchase. If you can enter this world of fiction, welcome aboard and enjoy the ride!





Safety is something that happens between your ears, not something you hold in your hands.

—Jeff Cooper




CLAIRE GENTLY SMOOTHED back Nichol’s fine dark hair, unable to break the connection with her daughter. The little girl was sound asleep with her head upon her mother’s lap as the drone of the engines filled the cabin of their airplane. Claire sighed contentedly, taking in the unusually full cabin. Never could she remember their private plane being occupied by this many people. There was a time when this would never—could never—have happened. However, that was long ago, a distant memory. Now things were different, and their family and friends were together.

Though the trip back to Iowa from their South Pacific island was not complete, they’d been flying for what seemed like days. Sometime during the still of night, with Claire’s patience and soothing, Nichol lost her valiant fight against sleep. Succumbing to the heavy lids, Nichol’s dark brown eyes—those that matched her father’s—disappeared behind thick lashes. Claire glanced toward her husband, seeing that his eyes too were uncharacteristically closed, and his chin bobbed near his chest. After all the turmoil that the Rawlings family had endured over the last few years, the serenity of the plane ride nearly brought Claire to tears.

Tony, Claire, and Nichol were sharing the flight home with their only family: Claire’s sister, Emily, brother-in-law, John, and nephew, Michael. Michael’s little body laid contentedly near Nichol’s, their heads resting at each end of the long sofa-like seat, on each of their mother’s laps. During their battle with sleep, the two children vied for their own space, often behaving more like siblings than cousins. Now, with the battle behind them, they rested peacefully, with the other near. Their closeness was to be expected after the way they’d grown up.

Sometimes, memories such as those would make Claire sad. The years lost were gone, never to be recaptured. However, she’d come to realize that she could spend her time mourning their loss or concentrate on the future. Seeing the children, hearing their excited squeals as they played together on the white sand in paradise, or watching their uncensored interaction, Claire decided the future was the best place to devote her energy: too much time had been lost in the past. She wasn’t willing to grant it any more.

Before she could give it much more thought, her husband was beside her, his large hand covering hers as they both gently caressed their daughter’s head. With her thoughts in paradise and its tropical beauty, and on the children, coupled with the distracting murmur of the engines, Claire hadn’t noticed Tony awaken or move from his earlier reclined seat.

“She finally gave in? It was about time,” he whispered, his deep baritone voice was low as to not awaken the others.

Despite her fatigue, Claire smiled as Tony’s long legs knelt beside them bringing his eyes to hers. Also, keeping her voice low, she replied, “Well, she does seem to have a stubborn streak.”

The dark brown of Tony’s eyes glistened knowingly.

“But,” Claire continued, “she did finally give in. She’s been asleep for a few hours, just like someone else I know.”

“Why don’t you let me take your place, and you go lay a chair back and get some sleep?”

Claire shook her head. “I don’t want to let her go, not even for a few hours.”

Small lines appeared near the corner of Tony’s eyes as his cheeks rose. “I think we know where she gets that stubborn streak. Don’t worry, Nichol’s not going anywhere and neither are you, except to get some much needed rest. This holiday in paradise has been great, but soon we’ll all be home. You need rest too.”

“Oh, Tony,” Claire’s whisper rose in volume. “It was wonderful having everyone together. I’m glad we were all there to celebrate Nichol’s birthday as well as Christmas. It was everything I’d hoped and more.” Tears teetered on her lids, threatening to coat her cheeks. “I can’t believe our daughter’s really three! I just wish—”