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She trailed off, not wanting to reveal all the shit that Folsom had found on the woman I was interested in.
I waved it away. “Just tell me.”
“She lives with one of her brothers or her parents when she’s in town,” she answered. “But mostly, she’s in and out of suitcases because she spends the majority of her time out of town, travel nursing.”
“What’s the address?”
CHAPTER 11
What the absolute fuckle nuts?
-Things you don’t want to hear when you’re on a plane
ANDE
The last thing I wanted to do was answer my mom’s door.
The stupid door reminded me of Addison.
Last spring, we’d had a falling out because Mom had chosen her color—powder blue—to paint it. I’d wanted to go with a bright, barn red.
Anyway, because we liked to fight about stupid stuff, we’d had a whole four hours of not talking to each other before it was decided that the inside would be painted red, and the outside blue.
Now all I saw was wasted time spent not talking to my sister when, at the time, I didn’t realize I only had a year left with her.
I ran my cool hands over my tired, puffy, finally dry eyes.
The knock came again, and I forced myself to get up off the couch where I’d been camped out for the last two hours crying my eyes out thinking about how different my life was about to be.
Instead of checking the peep hole like my family—cops galore—had ingrained in me, I yanked it open.
The moment I saw him, my legs gave out.
Before I so much as moved an inch toward the ground, I was scooped up and my body was plastered to Keene’s.
I didn’t mean to, but I started crying the instant he had me in his arms.
“I have you,” he whispered into my ear.
The sobs I’d been trying to hold back all morning rolled out full force.
And into his neck I cried, until I realized that I was being rude.
“Do you want a drink?”
He pulled back and looked down at me—we hadn’t even made it into the house, he was still holding me in the entryway, legs around his waist—and he smiled. It was a gentle smile.
A sweet smile.
A smile that I wanted to bottle up and pull out every time I needed a pick me up.
“I’m fine, honey,” he replied. “But do you mind if we sit down?”
I buried my face back into his neck, sniffles still causing my breath to hitch, and said, “As long as I can still stay right here.”
He moved toward the couch, and then we were sitting down, I was in his lap, and he was holding me even tighter.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that.
