Heartache and Hope (Heartache Duet #1) - Jay McLean Page 0,30
agree.
“So?” she asks, lifting the necklaces again. “Which one?”
Ava: CONNOR!
Ava: CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU FINISH.
Ava: IT’S URGENT.
I throw my phone on the bed and strip out of my clothes. Then I stand there in my underwear, trying to decide what to wear because, besides my school uniform, I live in sweats. It’s been way too long since I’ve had to dress for the outside world, and even though I’m still at home, it’s Connor… Connor is coming to my house and—
And—
Calm down, Ava.
I slip on a pair of jeans and a Texas A&M T-shirt, and then rip off the T-shirt and get into a fitted tank, something a little more feminine.
I tidy up the house a little, ignoring Mom watching me. She’s sitting on the couch with a magazine on her lap, smirking, and how is it that she’s so calm and I’m the one in a panic?
My phone barely rings before I answer it. “Hello?”
“What’s wrong?” Connor rushes out. In the background, I can hear a bunch of boys hollering, their voices echoing. He’s still at school, in the locker room. “Ava! What happened?”
I run to my room, close the door, and lean against it. “My mom wants to meet you…”
He huffs out a breath, static filling my ears. “Is that it?”
“What do you mean is that it? She wants to meet you. This afternoon. Like, now, Connor.”
“Jesus Christ, Ava, your text sounded like something bad happened. Calm the hell down.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Hey, what should I call her? Like… something military or…”
“I don’t know. Miss Diaz will do.”
“Cool. I’m on my way.”
I lower my voice so my mother can’t hear me. “Okay, but hurry, because I don’t know how long she’ll be like this.”
Connor chuckles. “I’ll break every speed limit.”
“And text me when you’re leaving your house. Don’t knock. Knocking gets her—she gets—”
“I’ll text.”
“And remember what I said about her short-term memory, she might ask the same—”
“I got it.”
“And don’t stare when you first see her because—”
“Ava, I’m not a fucking asshole.”
My eyes drift shut, my phone held tight to my ear. I release a staggering breath. “I know, I’m just… just…”
“Nervous? And scared?” he asks quietly.
I nod, even though he can’t see it.
“It’s okay to feel like that. You have every right to. The world hasn’t been good to you guys, and I get that. But I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t think I could handle it. So, don’t worry, okay? I’ll see you soon.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and whisper, “Please hurry.”
“I’ll travel through time to get to you.”
Connor’s on my doorstep, freshly showered, dark jeans and a light blue Henley to match his eyes and damn, boy. He ignores me standing right in front of him, his smile purely for my mother. “Ava didn’t tell me she had a sister.”
Mom giggles—actually giggles. “Ava didn’t tell me how handsome you were. Come, come,” she orders, moving toward the kitchen.
Connor says, stepping into the house, “I should’ve brought flowers or something. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s fine,” I assure, the panic over their first meeting lifted. “You being here is enough.”
He settles his hand on the small of my back, guiding me in my own house. Dipping his head, his words just for me, he says, “You look nice, Ava.”
I pull back so I can take him in again. My initial thoughts haven’t changed. “You look… okay, I suppose.”
“It’s milk and cookies,” Mom announces proudly, standing behind a chair at the kitchen table. On the table are a giant plate of cookies and three tall glasses of milk. “I used to do this for Ava’s friends whenever they’d come around. They were a lot younger then, though.” Her eyes shift from Connor to me, a wistfulness in her gaze that sets my soul at ease. “You remember that, Ava?”
“Yeah, Mama,” I answer, my voice cracking with emotion. “Of course, I remember.”
Please don’t ever forget me.
She smiles, but it’s sad, and I wonder what’s going through her mind. I wonder if the memories of before haunt her or heal her. “I know you’re seventeen now, but I don’t know what else to do…” She looks at Connor. “When I left Ava for my first deployment, she was only ten years old and so…”
Connor rolls up his sleeves, looks directly at her with the same gentle softness in his eyes he carries with him everywhere. If he’s at all shocked or deterred by her appearance, he doesn’t let it show. “I’m here for it, ma’am,” he