Tags:
Fiction,
Romance,
Contemporary,
Family Life,
ozarks,
sensual,
reunion,
cabin,
second chances,
Officer,
Marriage Proposal,
Raging Storm,
Whose Ring
moving this way again, but maybe this round will pass through quickly.”
“I hope so.”
Gavin moved toward the bathroom, carrying his mug with him. “I’m going to wash up. Make yourself at home.”
She waited until he was out of sight before she let out a sigh and allowed her shoulders to sag. Spending time with Gavin was both easier than she might have expected and harder than it should have been. She’d come here to make decisions about her future and instead had been slapped in the face by her past. Wasn’t that ironic?
Needing a distraction, she reached for her phone. The signal was weak, but there was no one in particular she wanted to call. She’d texted her mother and Thad to let them know she’d arrived safely. She hadn’t mentioned that she wasn’t alone in the cabin. That had been a bit too complicated to explain to them by text or a quick, static-filled call.
When Thad traveled, he called every evening at 6:00 p.m., so reliably that she could set her clock by his ring. It was an arrangement they’d worked out together as a way of managing their equally hectic schedules, making sure they didn’t miss connections. “Their thing,” Thad called it teasingly. He’d phoned at that time yesterday, just as she was trying to get away for the drive here. He hadn’t hidden his concern about her solitary vacation, but he’d added that he hoped she had a relaxing few days and returned ready to make plans for their promising future together.
She’d always appreciated that Thad respected her choices, though sometimes she wondered fleetingly if it was mostly because his own life was so busy that he hardly had time to think about her issues. Still, he went out of his way to find time for their calls, proving he was willing to make compromises in their potential marriage, which was certainly important to her. After all, she and Gavin had broken up partially because neither had been willing to compromise their disparate goals and dreams. Wasn’t that only further evidence that a relationship based on logic and respect was more reliable than one based on passion and emotion?
She refused to answer. She’d been stubbornly resisting the unhappy memories her surprise reunion with Gavin had stirred up, and she certainly wasn’t going to sit here brooding about the past now. She focused more fiercely on her phone. The signal was strong enough to allow her to access her email. There weren’t many to deal with. Amber, her assistant, was taking care of the business for now. She read her text messages and saw a note from her long-time good friend, Stephanie “Stevie” McLane, checking to make sure she’d survived the storms. She typed a confirmation and received an immediate response.
Bored yet?
Jenny smiled wryly. Hardly , she typed
.
Thought you’d have your fill of rustic isolation by now.
Not as isolated as I expected , she returned.
Meaning?
After hesitating for a few moments, Jenny drew a breath and replied, Gavin Locke is here.
No way!
That was pretty much how she’d expected Stevie to react. She could clearly imagine her friend’s blue eyes rounded with shock. Stevie had been her staunchest supporter after the split with Gavin, though Jenny had always wondered if her friend secretly considered the breakup a mistake.
Her phone beeped to announce another text.
Did you know he’d be there?
Of course not.
Details, girl.
Will call later.
She wanted to make that call only when she was certain Gavin wouldn’t overhear
.
What about Thad?
Jenny frowned as her fingers tapped the screen. What about him?
Does he know?
Jenny moistened her lips before entering her answer. Nothing to know. Not like I planned it.
She bit her lip as she read Stevie’s answering text.
How does Gavin look?
He looks...
Jenny gave it a moment’s thought before typing good
.
Still single?
Far as I know. Call you soon, okay?
You’d better.
“If you’re trying to make a call, you’ll get better service