In fact, we loved them the same exact way.
As the memories hit, I felt a pang of longing so deep, I almost wanted to cry. Or maybe I was just tired of all the drama.
Unable to stop myself, I turned to look at the guy who'd been haunting my thoughts nonstop. He looked so amazingly good, standing there in the open doorway like he used to, back when we were friends.And lovers.And partners, in a roundabout way.
As our gazes locked, his smile, faint as it was, slowly morphed into a frown.
I didn't like it.I didn't like any of this. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to look away.
I was still lost in the memories when Brody yanked his gaze from mine and looked to Miss LaRue. "Fine," he said. "Tear them out. Hell if I care." And with that, he turned to go.
And me?Like an idiot, I scurried after him.
Chapter 64
Brody
Screw the cupboards.And the toaster, too.
I'd been off toast for a while now, ever since moving out of the crew house.I'd been off just about everything. Even bacon.
That's how I knew it was bad.
My plan now – assuming I had one – was to get into my truck and get the hell out of here before I said something I'd regret.
I was halfway out the front door when Arden called out, "Brody, wait!"
Shit.
I turned around and gave her a long, silent look.
She rushed toward me. "You can't be serious."
"About what?"
"Youknowwhat," she said. "Counter-less cupboards? Seriously?"
"Yeah, so?"
She bit her lip. "But how will you make your toast?"
"Screw the toast."
I was standing just outside the front door. She was still inside. But even from here, I could smell the scent of her shampoo and see the flecks of gold in her troubled brown eyes.
Quietly, she said, "What, you don't like it anymore?"
These days, I wasn't liking much of anything. Everywhere I looked, I saw the Arden IthoughtI knew.
And now, even the maple cabinets pissed me off.
We'd picked them out together. The granite countertops, too.
And we'd had a good time doing it. Back then, Arden had made everything better – more interesting, more fun, more like home.A real home.
As far as the kitchen, I recalled my promise to lift her sweet ass onto the finished countertop and screw her silly, just the way she liked.
But of course, I hadn't counted on us being broken up by the time the kitchen was actually done.
