Page 48 of Far from Destined

“So, something is definitely going on between you if you don’t know what to call it,” Myra said.

“You say that, and yet I feel like I should be the one turning it back on you when it comes to another Brady.”

Myra raised her chin. “You’re welcome to try, but some things are better left unsaid.”

“And yet you’re trying to get me to talk about Macon.”

“What happened last night?” she asked softly.

“How do you know something happened?”

“Because something changed since the last time I saw you. Maybe multiple things.”

I sighed and ran my hands over my face. “I found a cat with four kittens, and I called Macon for help.”

“Are they okay?” Myra asked, leaning forward. “How old are they?”

“Macon says about four weeks. He took them into the vet this morning.”

Myra gave me a look. “This morning?”

“He stayed the night. Again.”

“Tell me everything,” Myra said.

“It’s not as exciting as you might think. He has spent the night at my house twice. With nothing happening either time. But it’s like he’s meant to be there, and I don’t understand how that happened.”

“Dakota. It’s okay that it’s happening.”

“It’s really not,” I whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe it’s all right that you feel like you’re floundering. You’re in control with so much in your life, perhaps this is the moment when you can allow someone else to step in and shake things up for you. At least when it comes to your heart.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that,” I grumbled.

“You may not have a choice.”

I sighed and frowned as I looked down at a note under the condiments container on the table.

“What is that?” Myra asked.

“Someone left a note or something. The writing looks familiar…”

Chills broke out over my back as I looked down at the words. I held back a scream.

I’m always here.

Watch your step.

Or I’ll take him.

Bile filled my throat, and I looked around the room, but I didn’t see anyone.

“It’s him. This is his handwriting. He was here. How did he know I’d see it? Because he knew I’d sit here? Or because he figured someone would show me?”

“You’re not talking about Macon, are you?”

I shook my head and looked around, nearly spilling Myra’s coffee as Pop came over with it.