Page 100 of Kissing Kin

I guessed the letter’s author from his expression. “I’ll read it later.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” A vein twitching at his neck, he turned and strode away.

I glanced at Cody’s handwriting. Crumpling the letter, I was about to toss it in the garbage, unread, until a morbid fascination overtook me.

Maeve, I’ve tried, but I can’t get you off my mind. You know the old saying—time heals all wounds. Not true, nothing heals the hurt. I can’t forget you, and I can’t replace you.

I regret my decisions and wish I could undo them. Won’t you please reconsider us—our life together? Call me when you get the chance. I really need to hear your voice.

Yours always,

Cody

My pulse raced until I relived the breakup. Why don’t his words mesh with my memories?

****

Two nights later, as I slipped into bed, my phone buzzed.

Cody—I understand if you need time to think things over, but I can’t imagine life without you. I was wrong to break up, and you didn’t deserve that treatment. Please give me a chance to start over.—

Another text woke me the next morning.

Cody—Remember that ramen shop in Fort Carson? I found a place in El Paso that makes Miso Ramen. How about lunch Saturday?—

****

A call at 2:00 am set Teddy barking. After glancing at Caller ID, I turned off the ringer, let Cody’s call go to voicemail, then listened as his words slurred against a noisy background.

“Maeve, don’t hold a grudge. I can’t imagine a future without you. I know you’re there. Please pick up. I need to hear your voice.”

****

On my way to the vineyard, my cell buzzed.

Cody—Morning, Sunshine—

A half hour later, another text.

Cody—How about lunch Saturday?—

An hour later, another.

Cody—What’s with the silent treatment? You still mad?—

I deleted the messages. Then just before noon, my cell rang. I glimpsed Caller ID and let voicemail grab Cody’s call.

While eating lunch on the patio, my phone rang again.

“Aren’t you going to answer?” His eyes glassy, Luke set down his sandwich.

I shook my head as I silenced the ringer.

Seconds later, it buzzed.

“Trouble in paradise?” Despite his sarcastic tone, Luke’s half-smile was empathetic.

I read his body language, debating whether to confide, then sighed. “I don’t get it.”