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Lorenzo had that faraway look in his eye, the one that screamed he wanted to be anywhere but there.
“Why does Mrs. Torrence look like Cade is her snack?” Justin asked before taking a drink of his beer. “Judith is right. That’s creepy. Nothing to see there. Now this one.” He pulled out a picture of the three of them—Justin, Lorenzo, and Katrina. “This one is classic.”
And Lorenzo looked carefree.
Happy.
“This one is...this year’s. I’ll put that one aside so we can burn Emily’s face off of it.” Judith placed the photo to the side and continued flipping through others. “Did you not take any pictures after high school?”
“Not many,” Katrina admitted. “Everything just came to a halt. I didn’t pull out of it for years, even through college.”
“You did the best you could,” Justin said softly.
The best she could didn’t seem to be good enough.
“Are you going to give me that so I can put it back?” Judith asked, reaching for the years-old Christmas photo.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Yeah. Here.” She handed the photo back to Judith, then ran her hands through her hair. “I have to get ready.”
“You need to knock his damn socks off is what you need to do. Here...Justin, can you take care of this? I’m about to make your sister look like a million bucks.”
“Sure,” he replied with a shrug. “They all go in the tote, right?”
“Yeah,” Katrina said as she followed Judith down the hall.
“It sucks that we didn’t find anything to use,” Justin was muttering, but Katrina silently disagreed with him.
She only hoped that she was wrong.
CHAPTER 20
Katrina’s nerve endingswere tingling as she answered the door to Lorenzo. They both stood there transfixed, eyes locked, breathing in unison.
Tonight was the night she’d get answers.
No matter how much it hurt.
“Come in,” she finally said, stepping aside and inhaling deeply as he passed. She’d always loved the smell of him, so fresh and clean, always. Even when they’d lay together, limbs entwined, sweat glistening on their skin, it had been the same.
How it had haunted her throughout the years.
How it haunted her still, with him in her living room, looking down at the sketches that Judith had laid on the coffee table.
“Wow,” he said with a half-laugh, his hand messing up the hair on the back of his head like he always did. “You really must want that puppy.”
