Coming Home (Only Time Will Tell #1) by Caroline Spencer Read Free Book Online

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    Kyle's cutlery clatters against his plate. I look over and see his plate, completely clean, while mine’s only half eaten. “Hungry?”
    He smirks “A little. I should hire you to cook every day for me.”
    Getting up I grab the plates, looking at him with the best “I ain't impressed with that” face I can possibly give. “Don't think so, sunshine.”
    I place his plate in the sink before grabbing a Tupperware container, scraping my leftovers in it for a fry-up later.
    “You’re saving that?” he asks screwing his face up in disgust.
    “Sure am,” I reply, sliding it into the refrigerator. “I took delivery of my Daddies brown sauce so I can pretend I'm eating a Sunday fry up.”
    “You imported sauce?”
    “No, my Mom sent me a few things; I'm really craving a fry-up.” I laugh as I walk into the living area and sprawl out on the lounger, switching the TV on at the same time. Kyle walks through and places my wine glass on the coffee table before sitting in “nods spot.”
    He sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at his wine glass. “Are you okay, Mr. Serious? You look like your cat just died.”
    It makes him laugh, “Explain the whole, not buying couches thing. I can't understand why you got everything and not those. This plastic crap isn't comfy.”
    “Well, I wasn't thinking of your arse when I got them...”
    He interrupts me, “Ass.”
    “Ass. Sorry. My ass has plenty of padding. I clearly don't notice it as much as you.”  
    He barks out a laugh. “Padding? You had the bonniest backside...”
    “Ass,” I correct with a wink.
    “Sorry. You had the bonniest ass in the universe.”
    My jaw drops and I sarcastically cover my mouth with my hand, mocking shock. “I so didn't. It's not my fault that all the girls you chased had fatter asses.”
    Now he mocks shock, “I didn't chase girls. It's not my fault someone took their time coming to their senses.”
    I chuckle and roll my eyes, feeling a little bit awkward remembering how completely stupid I was as a teenager. He could’ve of tattooed his feelings on his forehead and I still wouldn't have clicked. “I was just slow at registering the clues. I can't help it, I'm intellectually challenged at times.”
    He starts pondering again, tapping his finger against the glass, attempting to say something a couple of times before he manages to get his words out. “Yesterday, you said you’d tried to get in contact with me after the emails started bouncing. Did you honestly try and write to me?”
    Now I’m gaping like a fish. “Of course I did, I did it for months, and I mean months. I didn’t think you were interested in me and I wanted you…” I think long and hard. Do I want to drop it now? When we’re both still trying to figure out what’s happening in our heads? No. “I just wanted you to speak to me one way or another, even if it was to tell me to leave you alone. I just wanted to know that you could at least give me ten minutes to read and reply to a letter.”
    “Cat, I swear I never got them. I asked my Mom about it today too, she said she never had anything, not even in the mail we had forwarded, after we moved. I didn’t get a single one. I would have given my right arm for a letter from you.” He sighs, turning and lying on the lounger, his eyes staring at me intently.
    My mouth tips up on one side as I stare back. Believing what he just told me even though I probably shouldn’t, I do. “Right back at ya. I loved you and it broke me.” Even now thinking about it is tearing my heart out.
    Kyle gets to his feet and holds out his hand, I take it, puzzled. “That's one way of putting it. At least it wasn’t just me who felt it,” he says. “Didn't you get ice cream? I hear it helps broken hearts.”
    I nod, giving him tight lipped smile. Taking my hand out of his, I go into the kitchen and get it out of the freezer.
    While I'm trying to scoop it out into bowls, failing miserably, my computer