Page 1 of Keep My Heart
Chapter 1
Lyndsay
‘Hey, I’m here,’ I say, searching the airport terminal. ‘I don’t see you.’
‘I’m running late,’ Diane says. ‘Had to go home and get Leah’s soccer shoes. I just dropped her off. I’m on my way. I’ll text you when I get there.’
‘Okay. See you soon!’
Going to a bench by the window, I take a seat and scroll through my phone.
‘Mind if I sit here?’ someone asks.
I look over and see a guy pointing to the seat beside me. He’s cute—average height, stocky build, short blond hair.
‘Go ahead.’ I scoot over, giving him room.
‘I’m just waiting for a friend,’ he says. ‘His plane’s here, but they haven’t let them off yet.’
I nod and look back at my phone.
‘You waiting for someone too?’ he asks.
‘I’m waiting to be picked up.’ I look up from my phone. ‘I just got into town.’
‘Oh, yeah? Where are you from?’
‘Los Angeles. I’m just here for a few days.’
‘You got family here?’
I nod. ‘My mom.’
The guy turns to me. ‘What’s her name?’
‘Patty Davis.’ I glance behind me out the window to check for Diane’s minivan.
‘Wait.’ The guy turns more as he stares at me. ‘Lyndsay?’
I stare back at him, realizing I recognize him. ‘Matt?’
His eyes widen and he smiles. ‘Holy shit. Lyndsay Davis. Or I guess you go by Sommers now. I haven’t seen you since high school.’
‘Yeah, I guess that was the last time, wasn’t it?’
‘You missed our ten-year reunion. I thought for sure you and Chris would be there.’
‘We couldn’t make it,’ I say, looking away. I don’t want to talk about Chris. I came here to get my mind off him, but now that I’m back, I’m realizing this town is just a reminder of him. It’s where we met and where we fell in love. Coming back here was probably a mistake, but I needed to see Diane. This is a time in my life when I need my best friend.
‘So where is he?’ Matt asks, looking around. ‘Where’s Chris?’
‘Oh, um, he couldn’t make it.’
‘He had to work?’
‘Yeah.’ I should just tell him the truth. Why would I keep it a secret? In a town this small, it won’t be long before everyone knows. I’m surprised they don’t already. The way my mom gossips, I can’t believe she hasn’t told the whole town. I’m guessing it’s because she thinks Chris and I still have a chance. We’ve broken up and gotten back together so many times, she probably thinks this is just a temporary separation. But it’s not. Yesterdaythe divorce was made final. My marriage to Chris is officially over.
‘Actually, that’s not the reason,’ I say.
