behind her and stepped away as she backed out of the space and drove off—looking more than a little flustered. I was glad it wasn’t just a one-sided affliction.
As I stood there, in the church parking lot, I knew two things for certain. That girl was my kryptonite and every minute that passed until I saw her again was going to be the longest in my life.
Chapter 11
Sasha
“Once you burn toast, ya can’t unburn it.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
As I turned onto Gam’s street, I was doing my best Nancy Drew trying to reconstruct in my mind what happened at the wedding. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Beau was a big piece of the puzzle, but I just couldn’t figure out why. He’d been behind me since I left the church, which made sense considering Gam’s house was on the same street as the fire station.
Before I pulled into her driveway, I glanced up in my rearview just in time to see his truck turning back into the firehouse. His window was down and his forearm was resting on the driver’s side door. I caught a quick glimpse of his tattoo and I felt a tingle rush through me. He was just so damn sexy.
I started to get out, but noticed that the short drive hadn’t been enough time to recharge my phone. I figured I’d wait outside for a couple minutes until it got enough juice to turn back on. While I waited, I wracked my brain trying to remember everything I could about yesterday.
“Okay, start at the beginning,” I said aloud. Maybe if I did it might jog a memory or two.
I wanted to leave the wedding but then I saw a man that stopped me in my tracks across the room. It felt like a scene from a movie. I decided to stay and took my last two shots, because in my already impaired state that had seemed like a good idea. Single Ladies started playing. I met Rachel. I caught the bouquet. Then nothing.
That playback didn’t help at all. Instead of being frustrated I decided to move forward.
This morning I woke up. Gam told me I owed Beau an apology. I ran into Rachel and didn’t recognize her. I picked up on an odd energy between us. She’d said she was there to see Beau. That rings a bell because apparently, I owed him an apology, for what, I had no clue. I remember who she is. She leaves.
Still nothing.
I see Beau again, but don’t realize it’s him until he says that the other firefighters wanted a show because Rachel is his ex. He doesn’t mention anything about the wedding, but I feel an odd familiarity with him. He offers me a ride. I almost kiss him. Twice. The first time was when I stepped up into his truck. Our mouths had been mere inches away from one another’s. Then when he’d helped me out of his truck, I’d closed my eyes in anticipation, but he’d backed away.
The rejection stings. I get in my car and drive back here.
I waited, hoping that something, anything would come back to me. But nothing does.
Feeling frustrated and hungry, I glanced down at my phone and saw that it still hadn’t charged. With my stomach rolling like it was Jack and Jill down the hill I knew that if I didn’t get something bland in it soon, bad things would happen.
I’d charge it inside while I ate. I grabbed the charger and my purse and headed back inside. After plugging it in to a receptacle on the counter I went in search of bread. I found a half of a loaf in the bread box and popped it in the toaster. I doubted that Gam had avocado, which is normally what I had on my bread, so I settled on butter. When I pulled out the tub of Country Crock, I opened it to find what looked like leftover macaroni and cheese. I put it back and searched for another butter, I found a tub in the back and when I opened that one it was leftover spaghetti. It wasn’t until my third attempt and a search in the door of the fridge that I hit the butter jackpot.
While I waited for the bread to pop up out of the toaster, I remembered a treat my Gram used to make me every time she would visit me. Typically, I stayed away from processed sugar, not for my weight, it was more