“You really don’t remember me? I am much older now, probably not much left of the little boy that you once knew. Although we were quite close,”
“There were only two little boys that I was close to…” Eva’s breath hitched. And then it hit her like a freight train. “Baret Sommers?” without even thinking about what she was doing, Eva slowly stepped towards him. She was now less than a foot away, and could smell the alluring after shave that he must have recently applied to his incredibly smooth face.
Oh, he smells so good.
Baret’s gorgeous mouth hinted a smile, and he rested his hand on top of his heart in a dramatic gesture. “And I was beginning to think that you’ve forgotten me completely.”
“Oh my god,” Eva mumbled.
“Well, sometimes I like to think of myself as a god.”
Oh jeez - smug bastard!
“Where have you been? What happened to you after my mom’s accident? Why didn’t you keep in touch with me?” Eva fired away, getting angrier with each question.
“We moved shortly after my mother’s death, Eva. We needed to get away.”
They both stood in uncomfortable silence. Baret sauntered closer to Eva and lifted her chin with his index finger, so he could look into her warm eyes.
“You’re more beautiful than I remember.”
“And you’re taller.”
They smiled at each other. Eva wanted to kiss those soft lips. Did he want to kiss her? And, would it be too forward of her to kiss a guy, the first time they were re-introduced to each other? Was she drooling? Jeez, I feel like a harlot. Certainly, this sort of behavior would not have been socially acceptable a hundred years ago. What was wrong with her today? Raging teenage hormones?
Eva decided to go for it. And besides, actions do speak louder than words! She angled her head slightly, so that her full lips could reach his. But instead of his sensuous lips meeting hers, he placed a warm, chaste kiss on her forehead.
Awkward!
Baret held her in place and hugged her briefly- the way one would hug a sister. Eva, on the other hand, was thoroughly disappointed. She bit the inside of her cheek and tried not to feign rejection. What the hell? Was she getting mixed signals, or was she just reading too much into his compliment? Maybe he has a girlfriend, Eva. She mentally scolded herself.
Noticing her discomfort, Baret cleared his throat. “It’s late. I’ll walk you home. I’m assuming you still live a few houses down from mine?”
Eva nodded, and stepped back a bit. Once again, she wrapped her arms around her torso. She felt absurd, and something else. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Was it hatred, or malice? It was a gut feeling, like a warning. Intuition? Whatever this was, it caused the hair on the nape of her neck to stand on end, and her body temperature seemed to chill. This was the polar opposite of the longing she felt before Baret made his unexpected appearance. She physically shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“Ah, no, I’m fine. I just want to get home.” Eva plastered on a heart- warming smile.
Before turning her attention to the path before her, Eva turned to look at her mother’s stone one last time. Perched upon her mother’s grave, was a beautiful spotted owl.
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Table of Contents
Text Copyright © 2012 Jamie Loeak
For Mara:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
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