Chapter 2
“So you’re here,” David stammered, standing on the driveway in the late morning sun looking at a now forty-year old version of Jared Acosta, trying not to look to closely at those eyes or to wonder if his cheek was still as soft.
“I live here,” Jared answered.
“In Jacksonville?”
“Three doors down,” Jared said, motioning with his left hand to a house down the street. “The light green one with the rock garden in the middle of the yard. It’s great. I even inherited a greenhouse in the back for those few times it gets too cold.”
“The Milner House?”
“Well, yeah, that was the name of the people I bought it from. I met them at closing. They retired to Michigan and left me with their plants.”
“I always wondered where we Floridians were supposed to retire,” David said.
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