Page 96 of Love Resurrected
Then I give Remi a kiss on the cheek and thank her. “Enjoy the rest of yourme time,” I call out as I exit through the front door. I know exactly where I have to go and what I have to do.
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Tenley
I plan to spend the day working on the recruitment fair—which, given everything that has happened with Brad, I’d almost forgotten about. I text Nessa with a few things and she asks if I’d like to meet and work on some things together.
ME: Could we make it just the two of us? Or is that weird?
Because I’m a great big chicken who doesn’t want to see Brad after he bailed on me. Again.
NESSA: Sure. I don’t think there’s anything imminent that needs the attention of all three of us. And let’s face it, you and I get most of the things done, anyway.
She adds a smiley face emoticon after that.
ME: LOL. Agreed.
We plan to meet at a coffee shop in between where we each live. I’m a bit nervous to see Nessa, just because of her connection with Brad, which I know is juvenile. Like I’m seeing him somehow by seeing her.
Lame.
Regardless, I take more care than normal with my appearance.
* * *
Nessa is already there when I arrive. We hug in greeting and take our seats.
“So, any reason you wanted to meet, just the two of us?” she asks.
“No.” I shake my head to further prove my point, then smile.
She looks at me, head cocked to the side. I avoid her gaze, because I think if I look at her, I’ll blurt out everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours, and I don’t want her thinking I’m an idiot for developing feelings for a guy who can’t handle a relationship. Not even a relationship, but sex. He can’t handle sex. I’m just not sure if that’s worse or not.
Instead, I open my mouth and ask, “How long did it take you to move on after your husband passed?”
She looks at me, blinking.
“I’m sorry. Is that too personal? Of course it is. I don’t need to know. I’m sorry that I asked.”
“Are you asking for me or wondering about Bradley?”
I hate how transparent I am. Like really hate it. Especially now, when I’m not even asking after Nessa’s well-being, I’m just trying to get the skinny on Brad. I’m, like, the lowest of the low.
“For real, forget I asked.”
“Did something happen?”
“Nope.”
She looks at me. I look at her.
Fuck.
“Brad and I had sex again. And this time, I felt something. Like a connection or a breakthrough or feelings, I don’t know how to describe it. But then he left while I was asleep. No note or anything.”
“So, this was at your house?”
“Yes. Well, first it was in the cab of his truck. Then he dropped me off and left. Then he came back. And we . . . you know . . . and then he left while I was sleeping.”
