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I sighed. “I will always love my husband.”
“If there’s one thing I learned in the past few years…our hearts are bigger than we realize, Brooklyn.”
I swallowed hard.Not that big.I’d had a great love. A once in a million kind of love. And it was enough for me. I’d carry that with me always.
Mason looked down at his phone. “I really hate to cut our time short, but I really do need to meet Matt for lunch. He seems to be having his own crisis that he needs my help with.”
That didn’t sound good. “Please don’t tell him I’m back. I need to do it in person.”
“I won’t say a word, Brooklyn…”
“Thank you.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” he said. “I’ll keep your secret for the rest of the weekend. Matt’s busy and he needs to focus. But if you haven’t told him by Monday, then I’m going to.”
I exhaled slowly. Today I’d talk to my dad. Tomorrow I had the football game. Which meant that Sunday I’d talk to Matt. I could do that. I had to do that. “Thank you, Mason.”
“I’m really glad you’re okay.”
I wouldn’t say I was okay. I was a mess. But I knew what he meant. He was glad that I was alive. I think I was still coming to terms with that myself. Because it wasn’t me that should still be here. It was my husband.
Homecoming - Chapter 31
Friday
Matt
“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” I said as I sat down to next to Mason at the bar.
“It’s Friday afternoon.”
Yeah…afternoon. I shrugged and grabbed the beer he’d gotten me. “Cheers,” I said and tapped my glass against his.
He didn’t respond. He just downed his whole glass and ordered another.
“Are you okay?”
“Yup,” he said, but didn’t look at me.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m great. Tell me about your emergency.”
I didn’t even know where to start. “I got dirt on Poppy like I wanted, and I still can’t shake her. And Felix is back in town. I went to dinner with him and Kennedy last night. And he was hitting on her right in front of me. Can you believe that?”
Mason finally looked at me. “Well that’s great news.”
“What?”
“I mean, the two of them were into each other in high school, right? That makes everything a hell of a lot less messy.”
“How does it make it less messy? I like her.”
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Fuck.”
“Exactly,” I said.
He took another sip of his beer. “So…what else is up?”
