Page 55 of Wild Rush Of Love
“Do you really think I’m in love with him?” she asked, apprehension dropping her belly low.
“You don’t think you are?”
Reena shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never…”
“I get that he’s your first, and sometimes girls—women—get starry-eyed and confuse sex with love, but you’re not the type. You’re the most levelheaded woman I know. Mature beyond your years and smart. So very, very smart. Love is often blind and stupid, but take it from someone who’s been there, you’re in love with Rush.”
“We only met last month.”
“It only takes a second to fall.”
“We don’t know each other. Not really.”
Caitlyn arched one eyebrow.
“Okay. Fine. We know enough about each other. I guess. Maybe.” Reena chewed her thumbnail. “But I live here.”
“So move.”
“I can’t—”
Caitlyn held up a hand. “Let’s try it this way. How’d it feel when you woke up alone this morning? How do you think you’ll feel when you walk into your house tonight—when you finally get up the nerve to go home to youremptyhouse?”
God. How did Caitlyn know?
Caitlyn smiled, leaned over, and covered Reena’s hand with hers. “Imagine that empty feeling for the rest of your life. Imagine not seeing him every day. Not touching him. Hearing him. Kissing him.”
“Oh, God.” Reena dropped her forehead to the table. “I’m in love with Rush and I let him leave.”
Caitlyn patted her head. “There you go. I’ll tell Mom you’re quitting.”
“What?” Reena snapped upright. “I can’t quit.”
“Didn’t we just have this argument?”
“It wasn’t an argument. It’s Caitlyn’s confession corner, remember.” Reena smiled. The emotion welling up inside her was all consuming.
Could she really do this? Uproot her life and move hundreds of miles away to be with a guy she’d only known a month?
“What will I do about the house?” she murmured.
“Sell it. Rent it out. It’s a minor detail.”
God. She couldn’t believe she was thinking about doing it. “I’ll need to—” Her words were cut off by her phone. Glancing down, she saw the silly picture Rush had taken of the two of them down by the harbor lighting up her screen. “Oh.” Reena fumbled the device, almost dropping it on the floor before she managed to hit accept and bring it to her ear.
“Hi.” Her voice came out a squeak.
“You okay? Did I catch you at a bad time? I thought you were off work now?”
“No. I’m fine. I am. Off work, I mean.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
God, it was good to hear his voice.
Reena closed her eyes and imagined him sitting next to her asking that question. Warmth flowed through her. The heavy feeling she’d had in her chest since yesterday morning eased.
“Sabreena?” Rush snapped in her ear. “Talk to me.”
