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“Then what happened?”
“Someone tried to come in, but he had locked the door—”
“That’s so fucking hot.”
“It didn’t feel that way in the moment,” I tell her.
But it had. That illicit sensation that we were somewhere someone could catch us. Heat filters through my blood.
“Have you talked to him since?”
“No. He said he wanted to talk later, but it’s like he disappeared. And it’s been almost a week. The only way I know he’s still around is because his garage is open.”
I’m more than a little embarrassed to admit I’ve cruised by a time or two.
“What if he wants to get back together? Have you thought about that?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure people will talk if I jump from one relationship to another…”
Because people love to talk about drama when the hottest thing going is The Sweet Spot bakery adding a new cookie or brownie to the menu.
“Screw them. What do you want?”
I sigh. “Him. It’s always been him if I’m honest. I never stopped loving him, never stopped wishing he would come back. Then he did, and I wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. We hadn’t talked in twelve years. It hasn’t even been a week yet, but it feels like longer than all the years we were apart.”
“Maybe he’s giving you space,” she suggests.
“For what?”
“To break up with your boyfriend.”
“I did that already!”
“Did you tell him that?” she asks.
“Well, no. But it’s because he’s been avoiding me.”
We also live in a town the size of a postage stamp, and gossip travels from one side to the other faster than a blink, but I don’t go into that part. She knows, she’s been here before.
“Maybe you should go track him down. He can’t avoid you if you’re in person. Tell him.”
My doorbell rings, and I uncurl from the couch to peer through the peephole.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
“What?”
“He’s here.”
“Who? Shep?”
“Uh-huh.”
Heat, anger, desire, curiosity—all fizzle through my body in a joint effort that creates a clammy sensation along my palms.
“Answer the door. Call me later. I want details!”
The line goes dead, and a knock reverberates against the wood.
