before, starting with my mom’s call, Zach, how Gavin had acted and even our plans for dinner the following night. Tyler sat and listened without interrupting, though when I told him how Zach had acted, Tyler’s jaw had tightened and I could sense the anger bubbling just under the surface.
“Sounds to me like Gavin wants more than just friendship.”
“You think? He texted me last night too, it seemed a little more flirty than friendly, I guess.”
Tyler agreed, but was distracted by something at the front door. When I turned to look, I saw Gavin’s smiling face as he led a beautiful woman with dark hair outside. I didn’t see her face, but with his hand on her back, guiding her, they seemed very friendly.
I stared toward the door for a few seconds, without saying anything. Tyler’s finger touched my chin and moved my head so I was facing him again.
“I guess it was just friendship.” I said, not feeling excited for our upcoming dinner anymore.
“Maybe, or, maybe there is a good explanation,” he responded, challengingly.
Shrugging as if I didn’t care, I moved the subject back to Tyler and what was going on with him.
As he told me how he and his new boyfriend, Marc, had talked about moving in together. I worked hard to focus on him and ignore the nagging pain in my heart from seeing Gavin.
Tyler thought that moving in together was a little too quick, he worried that the giant step would put a strain on their relationship that was only months old. I had to agree, I liked Marc, a lot, but he was a bit of a drama queen.
He’d already made up his mind to wait, to put Marc off for a few months, so now, he was just venting, which I was good with. Tyler was the type to need to talk things through, even if he’d already decided something and I was his favorite sounding board. Our friendship had lasted all these years because we were able to talk about everything.
Walking back to Indulgence, a sense of dread swept over me as I thought forward to my dinner with Gavin the following evening. I considered finding a way to cancel, but I wouldn’t do that.
Tyler wanted me to tell Gavin that we’d seen him, and see what he said. There was no way in hell I was doing that either. It wasn’t my business who he spent time with and I wouldn’t come off as jealous or immature, not ever again.
Having Gavin back in my life was great, I wanted to be friends with him again, but was worried about my feelings that were already rekindling, even with the little amount of time we’d spent together. I’d just have to wait and see if I could handle a completely platonic relationship with Gavin.
Walking out to my car that night, a man sitting on a Harley caught my attention. I didn’t know why my gaze flew to him. He seemed to be looking my way, but with his dark shades on, I couldn’t be certain. There was something really familiar about him, a distant memory teased my mind, it was really vague though, and I couldn’t get that old mental image to sharpen.
Chapter 4
Gavin
Leaving Dawn’s house Friday, I headed back to mom’s and allowed the rage to fill me, if just for the few minutes of drive time. Pulling up into the driveway, I noticed that Zach’s rental car was gone. I was able to stow my anger, just barely; I couldn’t put that kind of stress on my mom, she didn’t need to see that.
Sarah was still visiting, so I greeted her as benignly as possible, then asked to speak to my mom alone. I felt bad for taking her away from her friend, but needed to get to work later and didn’t have time to mess around.
The conversation was difficult, to say the least. I told her what I’d heard, and how Dawn had reacted. I was exceedingly proud of her for standing up for herself. She’d grown into a strong, self-possessed woman.
Mom cried as I explained about Zach’s behavior and the horrible things I’d heard him say. I hadn’t heard everything, which was probably for the best, but I’d heard enough. It looked
“Sounds to me like Gavin wants more than just friendship.”
“You think? He texted me last night too, it seemed a little more flirty than friendly, I guess.”
Tyler agreed, but was distracted by something at the front door. When I turned to look, I saw Gavin’s smiling face as he led a beautiful woman with dark hair outside. I didn’t see her face, but with his hand on her back, guiding her, they seemed very friendly.
I stared toward the door for a few seconds, without saying anything. Tyler’s finger touched my chin and moved my head so I was facing him again.
“I guess it was just friendship.” I said, not feeling excited for our upcoming dinner anymore.
“Maybe, or, maybe there is a good explanation,” he responded, challengingly.
Shrugging as if I didn’t care, I moved the subject back to Tyler and what was going on with him.
As he told me how he and his new boyfriend, Marc, had talked about moving in together. I worked hard to focus on him and ignore the nagging pain in my heart from seeing Gavin.
Tyler thought that moving in together was a little too quick, he worried that the giant step would put a strain on their relationship that was only months old. I had to agree, I liked Marc, a lot, but he was a bit of a drama queen.
He’d already made up his mind to wait, to put Marc off for a few months, so now, he was just venting, which I was good with. Tyler was the type to need to talk things through, even if he’d already decided something and I was his favorite sounding board. Our friendship had lasted all these years because we were able to talk about everything.
Walking back to Indulgence, a sense of dread swept over me as I thought forward to my dinner with Gavin the following evening. I considered finding a way to cancel, but I wouldn’t do that.
Tyler wanted me to tell Gavin that we’d seen him, and see what he said. There was no way in hell I was doing that either. It wasn’t my business who he spent time with and I wouldn’t come off as jealous or immature, not ever again.
Having Gavin back in my life was great, I wanted to be friends with him again, but was worried about my feelings that were already rekindling, even with the little amount of time we’d spent together. I’d just have to wait and see if I could handle a completely platonic relationship with Gavin.
Walking out to my car that night, a man sitting on a Harley caught my attention. I didn’t know why my gaze flew to him. He seemed to be looking my way, but with his dark shades on, I couldn’t be certain. There was something really familiar about him, a distant memory teased my mind, it was really vague though, and I couldn’t get that old mental image to sharpen.
Chapter 4
Gavin
Leaving Dawn’s house Friday, I headed back to mom’s and allowed the rage to fill me, if just for the few minutes of drive time. Pulling up into the driveway, I noticed that Zach’s rental car was gone. I was able to stow my anger, just barely; I couldn’t put that kind of stress on my mom, she didn’t need to see that.
Sarah was still visiting, so I greeted her as benignly as possible, then asked to speak to my mom alone. I felt bad for taking her away from her friend, but needed to get to work later and didn’t have time to mess around.
The conversation was difficult, to say the least. I told her what I’d heard, and how Dawn had reacted. I was exceedingly proud of her for standing up for herself. She’d grown into a strong, self-possessed woman.
Mom cried as I explained about Zach’s behavior and the horrible things I’d heard him say. I hadn’t heard everything, which was probably for the best, but I’d heard enough. It looked
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