Crossroads by Megan Keith Read Free Book Online

happened last night was a one off or when we’ll even see each other next.  I can’t help but also wonder about the girl I saw him with at the club.
    I take a sip of my glass of iced water, it is sure going to be a hot day.  The late morning sun is shining brightly, even with my sunglasses on it is still blinding.  I have to adjust my chair’s angle to see better.  I wonder how Nick’s gig went last night and what time he got home.  When he left here it was almost ten thirty.  He probably got home pretty late.  I better not call him in case he’s sleeping, if I should call him at all.  I wonder if he will call me.  It’s almost eleven now, I wonder how late he will sleep.  Sleep.  That does sound good in the warmth of this sun.  These are the thoughts going around in my head over and over as I slowly drift to sleep.
    When I next open my eyes , my glass of water is no longer full of ice and no longer cold.  I glance at my phone, it’s a little after twelve, no missed calls, no texts.
    “I hope you’re hungry ,” I hear Nick shout.  I scramble forward and look down.  Nick is standing below my balcony, plastic bag in hand.  He holds it up, “I bought lunch.”
    His smile is wide and matches mine .  We gaze at each other for a moment before he disappears around the building.  I go back inside to open the front door for him.  I listen to the hurried thumping of his feet against the stairs, and feel them echoed in my own heartbeat.  And then he is standing in front of me taking my breath away, showing me those delicious dimples, the crinkles around his blue eyes and the sexy smile he has perfected.
    “Hi.”
    “Hi.” I smile at him as he leans closer.  He gives me a peck on the cheek before walking past me into the kitchen.
    “I stopped by the bakery and bought you a meat pie and a lamington.  I hope that’s okay,” he says, emptying the contents of the bag onto my dining table.
    I grab the tomato sauce from the pantry. “It’s perfect, and very Aussie of you.”
    “I guess it is .”  He smiles and takes a seat.

Nick
     
    I watch her take another bite of her lamington.  She brushes the coconut off her face but misses a bit, so I lean forward and swipe it away.  I love how comfortable I feel doing little things like that.  Her eyes flash to mine and I can see desire behind them.  She doesn’t say anything and instead looks away again.  She’s been chatty throughout lunch, making small talk, but I have a feeling that something is playing on her mind, like she is waiting for the right moment to tell me something important.
    “What are we doing?”  Uh-oh, here goes.
    “I think it’s called eating,” I say , trying to lighten the mood.
    “Ha ha.” She’s being sarcastic but smiles anyway.  “Nick, you know what I mean.”
    “I don’t actually.”
    “I mean, what is this?”  She motions between us with her hand.  “I know you’re leaving soon, and last night you said let’s make the most of the next two weeks, but what does that mean exactly?”
    “What do you want it to mean?” I ask , hoping she has the answer because I sure as hell don’t.  All I know is that I want to be with her.  She looks up to the ceiling in contemplation, taking a moment to respond.  When she finally looks at me, it is with determination in her eyes.
    “I’ve missed your friendship…” she trails off.  I don’t like the sound of this.
    “Em I don’t want-”
    “Let me finish, I have to get this out.”  She swallows nervously, her eyes searching mine for a moment before looking away.  “You’ve said it yourself, you don’t do relationships,” she says in a rush.  She’s right I have, but a guy can change his mind.   “You’re leaving.  We can’t get involved.”
    “It’s a little late for that.”
    “What I mean is,” she blushes delectably, “we can’t pretend this is any more than it is.  We’re friends, but last night was… well, I don’t know about