Page 29 of A Me and Him Thing
“I’m not a doctor, but I think you’ll live.”
“Unless I starve.”
“Stay right where you are. Today’s cooking lesson is a watch-and-learn episode.”
Ren pulls out a can of tuna, a loaf of bread, and a jar of mayo. “I’m impressed. You actually have bread and mayo.”
“I eat sandwiches. I’m not completely helpless.” Just mostly.
He puts the tuna in a bowl, adds mayo, then stirs. He smears it on a slice of bread, adds another slice of bread on top, places the sandwich on a plate, and cuts it in half. Then he makes a second sandwich.
“Lunch is ready.” His smile is downright charming.
“That’s my kind of cooking.” I can now add tuna sandwiches to my repertoire. Who knew you just mixed mayo with tuna? I thought there was more to it than that.
He joins me on the couch as we eat. “Maybe next week we’ll do something like peanut butter toast.”
I can’t help but laugh at myself. “Cooking is not where my talents lie. I can balance your books for your business. Just don’t make me go into the kitchen. By the way, I thought about what you said.”
“Which thing?” he says in his silky voice. He could read the phone book and sound seductive.
“About visiting Quinn. Making amends.”
“And?”
“I’ve decided to do it. I don’t know if she’ll forgive me. But I owe her a huge apology.” If she’ll even speak to me.
“A wise decision. I think you’ll feel better afterward. When are you going?”
“In a few weeks. I need to gather my courage.” I wait for him to tell me to go right away. Don’t put it off.
He doesn’t. “I get it. Go when you’re ready.”
Somebody save me. I’m falling, and I’m falling hard.
Chapter Eight
Bree
The epilogue fromA Me and You Thing
ISHUT THEgate on the white picket fence and slowly walk up the pathway. So many memories of living here fill my mind. I’m not sure this is a good idea.
I’ve decided it’s time to make my peace with Quinn. Our friendship will never be what it once was. I can’t hang out with her and hear about how great things are with Sawyer. At the very least, we can kiss and make up, though. I need it, even if she doesn’t.
The irony is that she’s home, yet she’s as inaccessible as when I thought she was gone forever. When something newsworthy happens in my life, I automatically reach for my phone to call her. It’s sobering and reminds me of how much I miss her.
It’s been three long months since I packed up and moved out. Left behind my perfect life. It was difficult. I’m sure it was hard for Josie and Jordyn too. At the time, it felt like ripping off the Band-Aid was best for all concerned. Prolonging the goodbye was going to be agony. It was simply time to make the switch. Done deal. I left the girls with their mother, who they belonged with in the first place.
Even so, I can’t wait to see them.
Sawyer called me and told me I was welcome to see them anytime. It was awkward, but I appreciated the offer. I felt like my presence would make it harder for Quinn to bond with them, though, so I’ve stayed away. Proud of myself for it too.
Okay, I didn’t want to see Sawyer. I admit it.
I received a letter from Quinn, thanking me for caring for her daughters. It was flowery, gracious, and overly effusive. I might have cried a little. I keep it in the drawer of my nightstand and it’s already a little worn from rereading it. It’s proof that the Scarletts of this world can be good, do good. We’re not entirely selfish.
There was no mention of Sawyer in my letter. Our little foray has been erased from the history books. I’m like the deleted scene at the end of a movie. I guess we’ll all pretend like it never happened.
