Page 2 of Forever Never
Remi Honey to family. Trouble to him.Hell.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Bill crowed. “What’s she doing back here in the dead of winter without telling her folks?”
Their hushed voices melded beneath the steady hum in his ears. Brick did his best to keep his face expressionless while his insides detonated. The exit was only twenty feet away, but his feet rooted to the floor, knees locked. Over the deafening thump of his heart, he stared at Mira’s mouth while she spilled the dirt.
She couldn’t be here. Not without a heads-up.
It took him weeks to prepare mentally, to gird himself before being forced to exchange casual greetings across the dinner table.
“Psst!” The cashier, Bill’s nephew, waved his arms from behind the register and silently pointed to the next aisle. Brick’s stomach dropped into his boots.
No. This was definitely not happening.
Mira and Bill made a mad dash for the cereal aisle. Brick charged in the opposite direction toward the cashier, deciding now was as good a time as any to escape before—
His cart T-boned another just as it peeked around the corner. The momentum took both carts into a tower of oatmeal boxes, sending them toppling.
Fuck.He knew it before he looked up from the vanilla almond and maple bacon massacre on the floor.
And there she was. All five feet two inches of mischievous pixie. She wore her red hair in a long, loose braid over one shoulder of her magenta parka. Ear buds peeked out from the yellow wool cap crammed on her head. Her eyes were the color of the green antique glass his grandmother had once collected. Her mouth was full and wide, and when she turned that smile on a man, he couldn’t help but feel just a little dazzled…at least until he got to know her. The smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks stood out against the ivory of her skin.
She looked different. Pale, tired, almost fragile. The energy that usually crackled off her, raining down like sparks on her unsuspecting victims, was only a dull buzz.As someone who’d spent half a lifetime cataloging everything there was to know about Remi, Brick knew something was wrong.
Their gazes held for one long beat. He couldn’t decide if he should say hello or if he could get away with running for his life. Before he could choose, she abandoned her cart and walked straight into him.
Instinct had him wrapping his arms around her even though it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. She slid her hands under his coat and melted into him. Her scent was still agitating. It always reminded him of a meadow…right after a lightning strike. Without thinking, he rested his chin on the top of her head, his beard scraping over the soft knit of her hat. Something dug into his side, but before he could figure it out, she distracted him by letting out a long, slow breath, and some tension left her. This was not the Remi he knew. That girl would have teased him with a loud, smacking kiss on the mouth just to piss him off before whirling away again to wreak havoc.
He pushed her back, holding on to her upper arms. “What’s wrong?” he demanded, keeping his voice low.
“Well, if it isn’t little Remi Ford!” Bill declared as he skidded to a stop, Mira on his heels.
“What are you doing home in February?” Mira asked.
Remi slipped out of his grasp and plucked the ear buds from her ears. The smile she sent them wasn’t up to her usual wattage, but he was the only one who noticed. “What can I say? I missed the winters here,” she said brightly.
That raspy voice was so familiar even after all this time it almost hurt.
Bill hooted. “Now, that’s a dirty lie!”
Mira rushed in to give the prodigal a hug. “Are you surprising your parents?” she asked. “I know they missed you at Christmas this year.”
Remi avoided looking directly at Brick when she answered. “I felt bad about missing the holidays with them and thought I’d make up for it now with a nice, long visit.”
She was lying.He was sure of it. Whatever had put those shadows under her eyes wasn’t guilt over a missed holiday.
“You’re such a good daughter. How’s big city living?” Mira pressed. The woman would drain Remi of every detail if she let her. Then it would be served up to other islanders over school pick-ups and to-go orders.
“It’s…good,” Remi said.
Brick’s eyes narrowed on the hesitation.
“Quick! What’s my aura color?” Bill asked.
Remi’s cheeks pinked up. “You’re looking a nice bright green today just like always,” she told him.
There were a lot of things that made Remi different from the average girl. Synesthesia was one of them.
The story went that little Remi Ford caused a fuss in kindergarten when she demanded a pink crayon to write her Es because everyone knew Es were pink. It took a few years, but her parents finally got an answer from a specialist. Their daughter’s brain created extra connections, tying colors to things like letters, words, people.
