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Call me,I responded.
When my phone rang seconds later, I raced up the steps and into the bedroom so I could talk to him without anyone eavesdropping.
“Hi.”
“Hello. I guess you got my text,” he said.
“I did.”
“Again, I want you to know how sorry I am.”
“Beau, what is this about? There’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”
“Luisa.” It was one word. My name. But the anguish in his voice said so much more. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like I did.”
I expected his words to hurt, but they didn’t. “Apology accepted.”
“I’ll be in touch. Bye, Luisa.”
I looked at the screen when I heard the chimes indicating the call ended, once again anticipating the hurt I’d felt in the past when Beau acted disinterested, but I felt nothing.
My sister was still in the kitchen, sitting at the table with Ridge, when I returned downstairs.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I just talked to Beau.”
Ridge’s eyes opened wide. “He contacted you?”
“First he texted, then called.”
Ridge reached over to take my sister’s hand. “Sera, I need to talk to Zin.”
She nodded. “Do whatever you need to do, Noah.”
When we were growing up, my sister hated being referred to as Sera, and from what I knew, no one called Noah anything but Ridge. It made me think about Press calling me “pet.” When he did, it didn’t bother me. If anyone else attempted to, I would bristle.
“I feel bad for Beau. From what Ridge has said, he and his mother were very close,” Seraphina commented.
“Press was close to her too.” I wished it had been him who called rather than his brother just so I could tell him how sorry I was and comfort him like he’d always done for me.
“From now on, Christmas will be an especially difficult day for them,” she said.
So much had happened in those twenty-four hours. Ridge and Seraphina’s wedding. Me finding out someone had offered money to have me abducted. Traveling from Mexico to Napa Valley, then arriving at Press’ parents’ home and learning his mother had been taken to the hospital by helicopter and had passed away.
“Do you think I should tell Press about my phone call with his brother?”
Seraphina tapped her bottom lip with the tip of her index finger. “I’m not sure. I mean, all he really did was apologize for kissing you.”
“I told Press I missed him.”
While it had taken courage for me to say the words to Press, it was made easier because he said them first. My confession didn’t appear to register with my sister.
“Did you hear me?” I asked.
Her eyes met mine. “Yes.”
“It was a big deal for me to say it.”
