What do you do when your boyfriend of five years is sleeping with your best friend and youâre in a dead-end job, breaking your back for mere pennies? Iâll tell you what I did. I did the one thing Iâve been dreading for the last thirteen years, I finally went home. I needed to get back on my feet and I needed my Grams. As much as I wanted to pretend life was working for me, it wasnât.
The problem with home though is that everywhere I turn, her ghosts were haunting me.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, just like her, just like my momma.
I wanted to pretend that crazy didn't exist, but it was all around me, trying to do its best to pull me under.
Thereâs one problem with that, Keenan Rhys. Heâs determined not to let it. And Iâm determined to keep him away.
One major thing stood out for me in his speech. Besides the fact that Alex was still a dog, Rys said, âwhen I claim you.â Was he talking in the general sense, or was he saying he was going to claim me? I was silenced by his words. I didn't have a rebuttal. The ride to my place was quiet. Rys opened his mouth again as he turned on to Gramsâ street. âWhatâs the story with him that you needed to apologize as soon as you saw him?â
I had a feeling this was coming. I mean, how could he not ask?
âSenior year, Alex was my on again/off again boyfriend. I was wild. I had lots of boyfriends and partied like no tomorrow. One night, Alex and I went to a party. We both got drunk and smoked a bunch of pot. And then, when it came time to go home, we flipped a coin to decide who would drive. I lost the coin toss, then lost control of the car. I broke my leg and shattered his wrist.â
âAnd then, you healed and got out of here?â he asked finishing my story from what he must have surmised from my conversation with Alex.
âPretty much,â I agreed nodding my head, âI was young and stupid. I can't believe how easy Alex let that go. I thought heâd hate me. Iâve held on to the guilt for so long, and it didn't seem like he was really bothered by it.â
âIs that one of the things that have kept you away from home?â he asked pulling into the driveway.
âOne of many,â I sighed and put my hand on the door handle about to open the door when I heard Rys say in a stern voice, âMaple.â
I waited in the cab for him to come around and help me down. I was not testing him anymore tonight. âYou,â I pointed at Rys, âwait here one second.â I hurriedly ran into the house and grabbed a jar of apple butter. I felt like I needed to do something for him. I ran back out and found Rys leaning against his truck with a smirk on his face. âHere, as a thank you for dinner,â I said handing him the jar. I was slightly embarrassed and my cheeks tinged pink.
He looked at the jar curiously and I said, âKeep it refrigerated. Itâs fantastic on toast, muffins, pastry, pretty much everything. It will keep for about a week.â
He smiled at me. Those two dimples made me want to melt. He leaned forward and hugged me, âThanks, friend,â he said, then turned and opened his truck door. Before getting in, he added, âIf this is half as good as your pie, I think I can die a happy man.â He liked my pie. Why did that thought make me smile?
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Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn't that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn't that what life is about? The human connection?
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