“That’s it.” As
she spoke, she clicked on his contact address and wrote a quick note, simply
mentioning where they’d met and asking him to contact her.
With that done, she logged onto her email account and was
struck by the number of alerts she’d been sent from Facebook. Several people,
some she was certain she’d never met, had added her as a friend. However, one
name stood out among the rest. Quickly, she opened a new browser and signed
into the site, eager to read the private message he’d left her. It was brief,
but it sent a delightful shiver down her spine.
‘Allie, so good to see you on here! I know it’s been a long
time since high school, but hope you remember me. Funny enough, I’ve been
living in San Francisco for a year. I had no idea you were working for the
Chronicle - that’s nothing against the paper, I just don’t read the news.
Anyway, the point is, I would have got in touch sooner if I’d known you were so
close. Would be amazing to see you.’
“Who’s Reece?” the question was asked just before a crunch
of toast echoed around the room.
Startled, Allie wrenched her neck around to find Rosalinda
leaning on the back of the couch peering at the laptop screen. “For God’s
sake,” she muttered, trying to catch her breath from the fright. “He’s…umm,”
she added, trying to regain some composure. “He’s…”
“He’s hot,” Rosalinda offered, glad to have something lighthearted
to concentrate on after the soul-draining conversation of the night before. Her
head tilting to the side, as she tried to get a better look of the small
profile picture in the corner of the message.
Allie cast her gaze back to the screen and noted that Rosalinda
was right. Reece had always been attractive, but he had grown even more so with
age. His dark, almost black hair was cut in an Ivy league style with just a few
strands of his short bangs clinging damply to his forehead. Although she could
only see his head and shoulders, it certainly seemed as though he was topless
and the bright azure sky suggested that he was on a beach somewhere. His grin
was as bright and wide was always, causing his deep brown eyes to sparkle.
“So, you know him?” Rosalinda asked, nudging her friend from
her assessment of the image.
“Err, yeah,” she responded, peering reluctantly over her
shoulder. “We were at high school together.”
“Oh,” Rosalinda replied, taking another loud bite of toast.
“You were close?” she probed.
“Well,” she hedged. “Yeah,” she acknowledged, unable to keep
her focus on the woman behind her and allowing her eyes to move back to
Reece’s. “We dated for a while. He was my first love,” she added quietly.
“Really?” Rosalinda said grinning. “Well, why the hell did
you let him go?”
Allie chuckled, dipping her head. “We went to different
colleges and just drifted apart,” she admitted, wondering why she’d let that
happen.
“And?” Rosalinda urged.
“And what?”
“Are you going to see him?”
“Oh,” Allie blurted. “I’m not sure,” she shrugged.
“What?” Rosalinda almost shouted, rounding the couch and
throwing herself on to it. Quickly leaning forwards, she rested her chin on
Allie’s shoulder as she tried to get a better glimpse of him. “Why the hell
wouldn’t you want to see him again?” she demanded. “Was he an ass?” she quickly
added, not waiting for a response. “Did he cheat, lie?”
“No, no,” Allie shook her head. “Nothing like that.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Allie silently gazed at the picture of a happy, handsome,
hunky Reece. “He’s not like the others,” she eventually explained.
“Because he really meant something to you,” Rosalinda
offered. It was phrased as though it could have been a question, but they both
knew it wasn’t.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin what we had before,” Allie nodded.
“Well,” Rosalinda said thoughtfully, leaning back on the
couch and popping the last
she spoke, she clicked on his contact address and wrote a quick note, simply
mentioning where they’d met and asking him to contact her.
With that done, she logged onto her email account and was
struck by the number of alerts she’d been sent from Facebook. Several people,
some she was certain she’d never met, had added her as a friend. However, one
name stood out among the rest. Quickly, she opened a new browser and signed
into the site, eager to read the private message he’d left her. It was brief,
but it sent a delightful shiver down her spine.
‘Allie, so good to see you on here! I know it’s been a long
time since high school, but hope you remember me. Funny enough, I’ve been
living in San Francisco for a year. I had no idea you were working for the
Chronicle - that’s nothing against the paper, I just don’t read the news.
Anyway, the point is, I would have got in touch sooner if I’d known you were so
close. Would be amazing to see you.’
“Who’s Reece?” the question was asked just before a crunch
of toast echoed around the room.
Startled, Allie wrenched her neck around to find Rosalinda
leaning on the back of the couch peering at the laptop screen. “For God’s
sake,” she muttered, trying to catch her breath from the fright. “He’s…umm,”
she added, trying to regain some composure. “He’s…”
“He’s hot,” Rosalinda offered, glad to have something lighthearted
to concentrate on after the soul-draining conversation of the night before. Her
head tilting to the side, as she tried to get a better look of the small
profile picture in the corner of the message.
Allie cast her gaze back to the screen and noted that Rosalinda
was right. Reece had always been attractive, but he had grown even more so with
age. His dark, almost black hair was cut in an Ivy league style with just a few
strands of his short bangs clinging damply to his forehead. Although she could
only see his head and shoulders, it certainly seemed as though he was topless
and the bright azure sky suggested that he was on a beach somewhere. His grin
was as bright and wide was always, causing his deep brown eyes to sparkle.
“So, you know him?” Rosalinda asked, nudging her friend from
her assessment of the image.
“Err, yeah,” she responded, peering reluctantly over her
shoulder. “We were at high school together.”
“Oh,” Rosalinda replied, taking another loud bite of toast.
“You were close?” she probed.
“Well,” she hedged. “Yeah,” she acknowledged, unable to keep
her focus on the woman behind her and allowing her eyes to move back to
Reece’s. “We dated for a while. He was my first love,” she added quietly.
“Really?” Rosalinda said grinning. “Well, why the hell did
you let him go?”
Allie chuckled, dipping her head. “We went to different
colleges and just drifted apart,” she admitted, wondering why she’d let that
happen.
“And?” Rosalinda urged.
“And what?”
“Are you going to see him?”
“Oh,” Allie blurted. “I’m not sure,” she shrugged.
“What?” Rosalinda almost shouted, rounding the couch and
throwing herself on to it. Quickly leaning forwards, she rested her chin on
Allie’s shoulder as she tried to get a better glimpse of him. “Why the hell
wouldn’t you want to see him again?” she demanded. “Was he an ass?” she quickly
added, not waiting for a response. “Did he cheat, lie?”
“No, no,” Allie shook her head. “Nothing like that.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Allie silently gazed at the picture of a happy, handsome,
hunky Reece. “He’s not like the others,” she eventually explained.
“Because he really meant something to you,” Rosalinda
offered. It was phrased as though it could have been a question, but they both
knew it wasn’t.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin what we had before,” Allie nodded.
“Well,” Rosalinda said thoughtfully, leaning back on the
couch and popping the last
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