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Things may have ended horribly between Cage and I, but...
Well, he’s still Cage.
He’s still the guy I fell in love with all of those years ago, and “fell” is definitely the best way to describe what happened.
Orlando reaches out and the two of them shake hands. Something about the gesture makes me tear up a little.
Shit.
I do not need to be crying today.
Not over him.
Not over this.
I definitely don’t need to be crying over it, but I find that it’s almost impossible not to.
This is Cage we’re talking about. It’s my lover, and it’s the guy I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with. No, that hasn’t happened. Things between us are a little rough. They’re different than I expected them to be. I mean, that’s totally normal after spending so much time apart, right?
Only...
Only I want things to work out with him.
I want things to be fine between us.
I want...something.
“Want to help me make some breakfast?” Cage asks Orlando.
My son – no, our son – considers Cage for a moment. I can see Orlando silently sizing up the big guy. After all, it’s not very usual for me to have guests over. I’ve never had any guys over. Ever. The only woman who has ever spent the night here is Betty, and she’s passed on.
“Okay,” Orlando finally says, and together, he and Cage start cooking breakfast. Silently, I move over to the coffee maker and start brewing a pot. I’m a coffee kind of girl in the mornings. If I don’t have it, then I’m basically completely incapable of functioning.
Especially now with Cage around.
I can’t believe that he’s here.
He came back.
The idea of him being here is still completely strange to me, and I’m not really sure how I’m going to handle things moving forward. I’m guessing that he has questions about his mom, but, well, I have questions, too.
Those are going to have to wait for later, though. I move over to the front of the house and peer outside.
“We’re snowed in,” Cage says.
“How is that even possible?”
Sure enough, there’s more than a foot of snow outside. I must have slept harder than I thought because I didn’t even really hear the storm last night. Then again, snow isn’t exactly known for its thunder and lightning.
“You know these mountains,” he says casually. Then he keeps cooking with Orlando, as though this is the most normal thing in the world.
Somehow, we make it through eating, washing dishes, and kitchen clean-up without having a fight or bringing up sensitive topics in front of Orlando. Part of me is reeling with anxiety and frustration, though.
I want to scream at him and ask why he left.
Why he ran away.
Are these answers I’m ever going to get?
