Manfax (Winter Brothers #2) - Jacob Chance Page 0,70
I can go see him. Dani instantly replies.
Dani: I asked Rex and he said Adam is at the cabin. He’ll be there for a few days.
He’s at the cabin. No wonder I couldn’t find him. I hope he’s okay. At least I know where he is now.
Me: Thank you.
Dani: What are you going to do?
Me: I’m driving up there in the morning, and I’m going to get my man back. Wish me luck.
Dani: You don't need any. You’ve got this.
I read her last message and hope swells inside my chest. I hope she’s right.
28
Adam
My eyes barely open, I stumble from my bed and down the stairs in my boxer briefs. The smell of freshly brewed coffee is the only thing propelling me nose- first toward the kitchen. I’m glad I had the foresight to set the timer last night. Otherwise, I may never have left my bed.
Now if only there was a way to wake up to freshly fried bacon. Someone needs to make this happen.
Grabbing a large mug from the cabinet, I set it down on the granite counter.
Raising both my arms in the air, I stretch and grunt at the resisting tension. It feels like my muscles are having a tug of war. Rolling my head from side to side, I wince. My neck and shoulders are tighter than a virgin on her wedding night.
I fill my cup with the heavenly dark brew and walk to the large windows on the front of the house. The breeze ruffles the still green leaves on the trees. If I look closely, I can find hints of them changing. Any day now they’ll be turning to their vivid fall colors before falling to the ground. I wish the transition took longer and that the leaves would remain on the trees until at least November.
Winter doesn’t officially start until right before Christmas, but unofficially it begins in November. And with the way time flies, November will be here before I’m ready.
While I love winter, there’s something decidedly depressing about the trees shedding their colorful leaves. It’s a sad reminder that we’re about to enter a long and extremely gray period in New England.
But still, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. And standing here looking out these windows reminds me of all I have to be grateful for. Yes, my heart may have been blown to smithereens, but I’ve still got my health. I love my job and find it fulfilling. My family might be crazy, but they’re awesome. Hanging out with Randy is a blast. I give up on formulating my list and sip my coffee.
Leaning my forehead against the cold glass, I let my eyes slowly take in all of nature’s beauty surrounding me. My brothers and I are like kings on a throne up here in the White Mountains. I sure am a lucky fucker. So, why do I still want the one thing I can’t have?
Roxanne.
Her name whispers through my mind, and my chest pangs. I realize I didn’t give Roxanne much of a chance to explain, but in my defense, I got taken out at the knees. And if I recall correctly, she didn’t offer much in the way of explanation. I was so hurt and angry, leaving was the best option. When was she going to tell me? When we’re eighty?
I sip from the mug, letting the strength of the coffee flow into me. I might need an extra cup today. I’m pissed off and sluggish, like I have a hangover. But I don’t.
Maybe I should drink tonight if I’m going to feel like shit in the morning anyway.
Might as well make the time pass by faster. And maybe I’ll be able to get Roxanne out of my head for more than five fucking minutes.
I’m not sure alcohol can make that happen. Maybe I’ll hit my head and amnesia will do the job. Shaking my head at my ridiculous thoughts, I swallow more coffee.
A car is slowly making its way up the long driveway. Who the fuck is this?
As it gets closer, I notice the deep blue color and the make. It’s a BMW. It’s Roxanne.
My initial reaction is happiness and then I remember the past two days.
Rubbing a hand over my disheveled hair, I set my coffee mug down on a side table and start toward the door. Does she think showing up here is going to magically fix everything?
That flashing her million dollar smile my way will make me forget how she hurt me?
Or