Читать книгу Urgent Pursuit - Beverly Long - Страница 11
ОглавлениеWednesday, 4:00 p.m.
Summer drove and Trish rode shotgun. Adie sat in the middle seat and Keagan climbed all the way to the back of the van.
“Bray looks good,” Trish said.
Summer checked to make sure both her kids wore their earphones. Bray hadn’t looked simply good. He’d looked wonderful. “Yeah.”
“No ring,” Trish said.
“Nope. He told me he’d never married.”
Trish nodded. A few miles went by. “Lousy timing, this thing with Gary.”
Summer gave her a sideways glance. “Something may have truly happened to Gary. I don’t think we can fault his timing.”
“Gary has become such a jerk these past several years that it’s hard to care about him,” Trish admitted. “Not when I see my sister making the same mistake for a second time.”
She didn’t have to ask what the mistake was. Trish had always thought she was a fool to marry Gary instead of Bray. It was hard to argue the point. “Trish, I know you mean well, but Bray and I are very different people than we were fifteen years ago. I have two children. An ex-husband. A business. Lots of baggage. He’s a single city guy. We’re in two different worlds.”
“He still looks at you the same way.”
Eight simple words. He still looks at you the same way. In so many ways, she wanted to be that young girl, the one who had sneaked out of the house so that they could drive out to the old quarry and make love. She’d loved lying close to Bray, feeling his warm skin next to hers, feeling him slip inside her and knowing that nothing could ever come between them.
Until something had. Something bad. “I suppose I should tell Mom about Gary,” Summer said. “She might know more about his schedule than the rest of us. She talks to him more often.”
“We can swing by her house when we’re done at the mall,” Trish said. “Are you going to tell her that Bray is back? I think she always liked him.”
But she had liked her vodka more. And that had changed the course of all their lives. Her own. Summer’s. Bray’s. Even Gary’s. But Trish didn’t know that. It was the only secret that she’d ever kept from her twin.
“I don’t see the point,” Summer said and turned up the radio.
When they got to the car dealer, Trish went to the service door to pay for her vehicle. Then Summer followed her to the mall. The mall was never not busy, but this afternoon, maybe because people were home getting ready for Thanksgiving Day dinner, it was perhaps less busy. There were actually parking spots.
