was a lot of things, cocky, self-assured, and certain of her weakness for his body unfortunately, but she’d never known him to be a liar.
She had to face facts. The Max of today wasn’t a man she knew. He wasn’t the boy she fell in love with under the stars ten years ago. And she wasn’t that girl. Except that she still loved him.
She got up and walked into her kitchen. There was a vase full of wildflowers on the table with a folded piece of paper. She stood for what seemed an eternity eyeing the display as if it were a snake ready to strike.
Her cell phone buzzed in the other room and she ignored it. She walked slowly to the table and smiled at the haphazard arrangement. He must have gotten them from her garden before she woke this morning.
Cyn fingered the note, trying to decide if she should read it now or later. Would there be some explanation that would make the last few hours disappear or would there be an apology for the big lie between them?
She turned as her cell phone buzzed again. She left the kitchen, tears threatening once more.
The phone registered his name. Had he put his number in after he gathered the flowers? She held the still buzzing phone close to her heart and let the tears fall. She couldn’t speak to him now. Not until she read his note. And maybe not afterwards either.
Cyn placed the cell phone on silent and walked back into her kitchen. The sun highlighted the impromptu bouquet and a chilly breeze from the open kitchen window caught his note and it tumbled to the floor.
She stepped forward and picked it up, marking the moment before she opened it and read. What could he say that would change the unexpected news Rhys had casually delivered?
The note burned like a coal in her hands. She unfolded the paper and her tears began again. The words swam before her eyes and she pressed the note to her heart and sat at the kitchen table, her legs shaking.
Our love is real. It’s the only thing in my life at the moment that feels right. I’m coming back as soon as things are settled in New York. Last night in your arms I came home for good.
Love,
Max
Cyn knew now the things that needed settling in New York included a child. Why would Max keep that secret and claim to love her? Lying wasn’t on her list of the most desired traits in a man.
She had to face facts. The Max of today wasn’t a man she knew. He wasn’t the boy she fell in love with under the stars ten years ago. And she wasn’t that girl. Except that she still loved him.
She got up and walked into her kitchen. There was a vase full of wildflowers on the table with a folded piece of paper. She stood for what seemed an eternity eyeing the display as if it were a snake ready to strike.
Her cell phone buzzed in the other room and she ignored it. She walked slowly to the table and smiled at the haphazard arrangement. He must have gotten them from her garden before she woke this morning.
Cyn fingered the note, trying to decide if she should read it now or later. Would there be some explanation that would make the last few hours disappear or would there be an apology for the big lie between them?
She turned as her cell phone buzzed again. She left the kitchen, tears threatening once more.
The phone registered his name. Had he put his number in after he gathered the flowers? She held the still buzzing phone close to her heart and let the tears fall. She couldn’t speak to him now. Not until she read his note. And maybe not afterwards either.
Cyn placed the cell phone on silent and walked back into her kitchen. The sun highlighted the impromptu bouquet and a chilly breeze from the open kitchen window caught his note and it tumbled to the floor.
She stepped forward and picked it up, marking the moment before she opened it and read. What could he say that would change the unexpected news Rhys had casually delivered?
The note burned like a coal in her hands. She unfolded the paper and her tears began again. The words swam before her eyes and she pressed the note to her heart and sat at the kitchen table, her legs shaking.
Our love is real. It’s the only thing in my life at the moment that feels right. I’m coming back as soon as things are settled in New York. Last night in your arms I came home for good.
Love,
Max
Cyn knew now the things that needed settling in New York included a child. Why would Max keep that secret and claim to love her? Lying wasn’t on her list of the most desired traits in a man.
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