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“He is,” I agree. “I can’t begin to understand what was going through his head, Naomi.”
“I stopped trying to understand it a long time ago. He’s unhappy here, that much is clear, so I don’t know why he’s staying around.”
I have a pretty good feeling it’s because he’s scared. He might not like living in Red Oak but in his mind, he’s a big fish here and he likes that.
I feel Naomi shiver beside me. “Getting cold?”
“A little,” she admits.
Releasing our hands, I wrap an arm around her. “Better?”
She leans into me and murmurs, “Much.”
We walk like that the rest of the way to my house, making small talk along the way. When we stop next to her car I reluctantly move my arm from her shoulder.
“I had fun tonight.”
“So did I. I’m glad you came over. And the walk was nice.”
“It was. I love this time of year.”
“You always did.”
I never get tired of seeing her smile at me.
“I’d better get home. I still haven’t unpacked.”
It would be a little weird and maybe pathetic of me to ask her not to go so instead we give each other a hug and I help her into her car. I wait to watch her drive away before going inside.
Then I become the creepiest version of myself and smell the pillow she was holding earlier.
ChapterTwelve
Naomi
Ever since Brock and I had dinner together life has changed. We went from talking multiple times a day to rarely talking at all and now? Now it’s back to multiple times a day. Sharing meals. Checking in with each other when there’s no real reason to check in. We’ve watchedOzarktogether over pizza
But I don’t mind.
Not a bit.
The only thing that I’m concerned about is the fact that my feelings for him are growing stronger by the day and I’m starting to wonder if there was some truth to Wyatt’s reasoning. Sure, I still think it’s crappy of him to choose who I was friends with while we were married, but deep down, these feelings wouldn’t be this strong if they were never there to begin with, right?
I’m getting ready to have lunch with Brock’s mom, Leah, and hope that I don’t become a teenager around the boy I have a crush on. Because I have aseriouscrush on Brock.
Every time my phone chimes with a text my stomach has a kaleidoscope of butterflies take flight. It’s not even him half the time, but the prospect of hearing from him makes me giddy.
Just as I’m getting ready to head out the door I hear someone at my front door, twisting the locked door before a loud angry knock bangs.
“What in the world?” I whisper, moving to the entryway and peering through the window to see who’s trying to get into the house.
“Wyatt,” I grumble, instantly in a bad mood.
I open the entry door but keep the storm door closed, which is thankfully locked, also. A few days ago, I felt like someone had been watching me while I was home alone and have been keeping all the doors and windows locked ever since. I’m sure it’s my imagination but after Brock told me that Wyatt was coming around the house, it made me uneasy.
“What is it, Wyatt? I was about to leave so I can meet someone for lunch,” I say through the door.
He looks like hell. Has he slept at all lately? His eyes are bloodshot and puffy with dark circles underneath, his hair that was always styled is a mess and kind of greasy. Even his clothes are wrinkled and dirty.