Page 36 of The One Who Got Away
She sighed. “I can’t remember the last time I blushed doing that.”
“Maybe you will again one day.”
“Maybe.” She pushed off my bed. “But first I have to make this house mine instead of the one with your father.”
“I think that sounds like a really good idea. Handily, I know a bunch of guys who could do some work on this place.”
“I’m thinking about selling it, actually.”
“Oh.”
“I’m still in the thinking phase. There are just too many memories in here.”
“I think thatmight be a good idea.”
“Me too, baby.” She smoothed a hand down my hair. “Now I’m going to move into the extra bedroom so I can get some sleep.”
I stood. “How about I help you?”
“That would be great.”
“Just let me shut down.”
She nodded. “Take your time.”
I looked around my room. Moving forward into a new life sounded really good on a number of levels.
Chapter 11
Gus
I checkedmy phone before I left for work, surprised to see a text from Eloise at two in the morning.
Eloise:
Think you could stop at the house when you get time?
Instead of texting back, I dialed her number.
She picked up on the second ring. “Hello,” her voice was raspy with sleep.
“Shit, sorry. I forgot how early it was. I just saw your text and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
I heard the rustle of her sheets and inwardly groaned. I wished I was there with her when she was all sleepy and soft. “S’okay. I was up late with Mom.”
“Sounded a bit intense before we left.”
“Yeah, she had a little meltdown.”
“Oh boy.”
She laughed. “Yeah, it was a good one for once. I think she wants to sell the house and start over.”
My breath stalled.
Start over somewhere else?
I reached over for the bottle of water I kept by my bed. I couldn’t let that happen. I took a long swallow. “Okay.”
