Page 45 of Thanks for the Memories
“Bethany and I are having a blast,” I say. “Maybe I’m just a little confused about why she suddenly had a change of heart and wanted to come here. I’m not sure it’s even worth it to address it at this point.”
He leans forward and clasps his hands.
“Will you feel better if you get it off your chest?”
I nod. “Probably.”
“Then that’s your answer,” he says. “If something’s weighing you down, get rid of it. Cleanse the negative energy.”
I lean my head to the side. “Okay, who are you, and where did you hide the real Jeremy?”
He gives me a wicked smile. “Oh, he’s here. This is just the deeper, more in-tune side of him. He tends to come out every once in a while.”
“Fascinating,” I exclaim. “How many drinks have you had this morning?”
“Blondie, I’m offended that you think I’d need alcohol to express my deep side.”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised to hear you talking about cleansing negative energy.”
“Are you intrigued?” he asks nudging me with his elbow.
For some reason Jeremy being close to me isn’t making me uncomfortable at all this time. In fact, it feels—good? Normal? Nice?
“Who knew you had such a sensitive side?” I tease. “It’s kind of refreshing.”
His eyes lock on mine. “Yeah, well. You’re the only person who knows, so promise you won’t tell anyone.”
I place my hand on my heart and sigh dramatically. “I’m so honored—of course it’ll be our secret.”
Jeremy snickers then opens his mouth to say something but stops.
“What were you going to say?” I ask.
He presses his lips together. “It’s nothing.”
Yeah, right. It’s alwayssomethingwhen people say that.
“You’re lying.”
He stares out at the water.
“I was just thinking that it’s been nice running into you the past few days,” he says without making eye contact.
My heart does a flip.
“Really? It’s the weekend. You should probably be enjoying your break from me too. No one to nag you about work stuff.”
He shrugs his shoulders without saying anything.
“Unless you’re already missing me,” I add with a similar elbow nudge.
Gah, I’m not really sure where that comment came from. Maybe my internal monologue isn’t working properly.
“Maybe a little,” he says under his breath.
His response makes my pulse speed up. And before I have a chance to respond he turns to me and sighs. “Reagan, I don’t want to make things awkward, but—”
“There you are,” Bethany shrieks. “I was worried you’d fallen overboard.”
