Page 41 of Two Canes, One Cup
“I just wanted you to know, I love you both.”
And then she’s gone in a flurry of snow, flying behind her.
Reece and I watch her until she disappears.
Stepping closer, his arm drapes my shoulders. “I should have written down her license plate. Why didn’t I think about it until it’s too late?” he groans.
I can’t stop myself from turning into him, hugging him close. “She’s fucking gone, and I hate it.”
Blinking through the burn of my own tears, I go inside for one more pass through.
There’s the chair she huddled in that first day.
The sheepskin we all fell in love on.
And the Christmas tree, complete with the hand drawn decorations.
No, I’m not leaving that behind. Pulling down the cocoa mug and the candy canes, I tuck them into my wallet.
Those are mine.
My rusty Land Rover door creaks as I swing it shut.
Reece is slumped in the seat next to me, staring out at the cabin as it fades from view.
“What do we do now?” he finally asks, nearly an hour later.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I guess we make a movie, and walk away like we talked about. We still have each other.” I try to give him a smile.
But it feels flat.
His hand covers mine. “I love you, Dean. And shit happened this week that I’ll be thinking about for the rest of my life.” He shifts so his amber eyes meet mine. “I want you, but with her. Is that weird?”
“She makes everything better.” I squeeze his fingers, then focus on the drive.
***
“This is allworse.” I groan. “I hate it all.” Scattering the pictures across the conference table, I throw myself back into my chair in frustration.
“You just say because you’re grumpy as fuck.” Reece raises one eyebrow and flattens his lips.
“Thanks for that.” I hate that he’s right.
We’ve been searching for months for Stacy.
It didn’t take long after we got back to New York when we decided to say “fuck it” to her rule about parting ways.
Except we haven’t had any luck finding her in Akron.
Reece even bribed the damn bed and breakfast owners to show him the credit card receipt for her cabin.
Come to find out, it was booked under a guy named Bryan’s name. And he was far from helpful when Reece called asking about Stacy.
I’m pretty sure that not only has Reece been blocked, I’d bet the guy was on the verge of getting a restraining order considering how many times Reece called him.
We even went to Akron, twice, hoping that by some pure luck we’d find her.
It’s stupid how lovesick we both are.
