We discussed the car—the bug—Madeline had wanted so bad and both her mother and I gave into it. How it was one of the few things her mother and I had openly agreed about so close to her death. That it wasn't the safest or most reliable, but because Madeline had us both wrapped around her finger, we'd both given into her pouty wishes.But we were back full circle again to the subject of Loretta blaming me for Madeline's death. Something I'd have to live with for the rest of my life. I glanced down at my hand, swallowing that reality down again, this time knowing without doubt it was the truth.Her hand on mine from across the table had me looking up at her, but it was only for a moment because it was all I could take before I squeezed my eyes shut."What's wrong?""Looking into your eyes." I said, taking a deep breath but kept my eyes shut a bit longer until I gave in and opened them again, staring into hers. "It's like looking into hers. It's why I couldn't talk to you in Radcliffe
It was at a moment when I happened to look away that I felt her hand grab my arm. I turned to catch her, thinking she might've tripped. But the expression on her face scared the hell out of me. What Quino and Xavier had told me about them thinking she was having a heart attack the day she showed up was the first thing I thought, so I grabbed her other arm firmly."What's happening?" I asked as her eyes began to roll back, and I thought she might faint, but in the next second, she closed them, and this even odder expression replaced the first one. I continued to hold on to her because I could swear she was about to collapse the way her eyes fluttered and her body seemed to sway. "Maggie, are you okay?"Unbelievably, as her eyes continued to flutter in that near closed state, she laughed. When they opened and while she was still smiling, the smile flattened when she saw how freaked out I was. "Do you need a doctor?"She shook her head, staring out into space and, to my relief, finally
For a moment, I was caught in the way Maggie inhaled deeply, taking in the lingering scent of what I was smoking. "That's not tobacco, is it?"Smiling, I shook my head, explaining how her sister made me give up tobacco almost as soon as we became a thing. How she'd been okay with this stuff because I never chain-smoked it like I did the tobacco. Holding out the pipe to her, I offered her some."I'm good with my wine, thanks." She lifted her glass at me. "I actually like the smell of that. I just can't chance the random testing they do at the hospital where I work."Peering at her because I didn't remember her ever saying it, the words were out without thought. "Maddie liked the smell too."Unable to look at her anymore, I glanced out into the night sky. Talking about this was a reminder of why I was certain it took a chance meeting for Maggie to ever be reminded of my brothers and me again."I don't think Mama blames you for her death."Pulling out of my thoughts, I turned to fac
I found a room that night in a town about an hour away. For hours, I paced the small room as my heart and soul struggled to understand what happened tonight, even as my body and soul still tried in vain to recover from the taste of Maggie's mouth. What was happening to me? Why was I feeling all this? This was Maggie, not Madeline. I knew this. Simple logic told me this, yet something deep inside me wanted to argue.That mouth, those lips, and that tongue. Could it possibly be that, like everything else about them, even something far more complex than a smile or the sound of their voices, kissing them could feel and taste exactly the same too? For a moment there, I'd been transported back to those heavenly days on the lake as I spent glorious hours devouring my beautiful Madeline's mouth. I knew that mouth better than anything. I'd memorized every angle and crevice. As much as every lap and swirl of our tongues felt exactly and as perfectly in rhythm as my kisses with Madeline, I knew
After dropping her luggage off at the motel's office, we headed back to the same café we'd had lunch at the day before. "So, where'd you sleep last night?" she asked when the waitress walked away after bringing us our menus."In Bourbon," I said without looking away from my menu.I explained about the small town, refusing to look up from my menu because I just didn't trust myself not to get caught up in her eyes again. We'd been quiet for a few moments as we both studied our menus until . . . "I think I'll have the corned beef hash and eggs with a side of biscuits and gravy."Now my eyes were on hers, fully expecting her to be looking up from her menu as well. Possibly even grinning in a teasing way. But she wasn't. She was still reading her menu, and I sat there, my insides heating as I tried to figure out if this was her way of being funny—breaking the ice. If it was, she was about to get a mouthful because, after last night, this wasn't cool.Finally, she looked up, doing a doub
I shook my head as I pulled into the parking lot of the auto-detailing place. I was getting way ahead of myself here. You didn't move in with someone unless it was very serious. And Nolan specifically said her moving out was recent, so who knew if she still wasn't harboring feelings for the guy or vice versa. This had the potential to get uber complicated and the last thing I needed was more chaos in my life, especially when it involved my dead soulmate's twin, for fuck's sake!"Detailing?" she asked as she got out of her car. "I thought we'd just hose it down or something. Maybe go through a car wash.""Nah, you don't wanna mess with anything being stuck in there or underneath. Looks like your car was in there good and deep. You have a long drive home. Better to be safe than sorry."Ignoring her warmed expression, I reminded myself that my concern for her safety had everything to do with Madeline. She'd want Maggie safe too. I was doing this for her.The guy at the body shop said
For the second time that day, I stopped in my tracks, feeling a strangeness in my chest, and faced her. "About me?""Yes." She nodded, glancing away for a moment as she explained how they didn't start until the day she'd seen me at the cemetery. "Before that, I didn't know you existed.""And they're nightmares?"She nodded and took a deep breath before she started walking again, and of course, I followed along like a puppy dog—hanging on her every word—like I used to anytime I was around Madeline. "I have no idea what to make of them. Maybe I was just in so much shock to learn you even existed, but I started to dream of you that day. That day, when I first saw you . . . there were flashes"—she seemed to hesitate but went on anyway— "mainly of your face, your eyes, everything I was seeing at that moment anyway, so like the others, it didn't make sense. You've seen for yourself. The flashes can be traumatic, so I think there's this sense of negativity that comes with them sometimes. F
Any chance I might pull off of getting home and still sticking to my story about being in Louisville all weekend was a wash the moment I walked in. I waited until I saw Ama's room light go off and entered through the great room, where I knew my brothers would be if they were still up. I didn't want to upset Ama, and I didn't think I could hide how shaken I was feeling by the time I reached Radcliffe.The more I thought about it, the more my insides felt ready to explode. Not just because I knew how insane I'd sound if I mentioned my theory to anyone, but the fear of giving into staying in touch with her was ever mounting. Already, I missed hearing her voice, looking into those eyes, and tasting those sweet lips again.This had to stop.I'd be in therapy for the rest of my life if I kept this shit up. No matter how good being around her felt, it'd wreak havoc on my mental state. Besides, just like with Tara, this wasn't fair to Maggie either, even if she'd be all for the unimaginable