Chapter 8
I’m too stunned by the kiss to say anything as we head inside. My mind is a whirl—I haven’t seen Derek for over twenty years, and suddenly we’re like that again? Am I the only one who feels as if no time has passed between us? Does he expect to pick up our friendship—our relationship—right where we left it all those years ago?
More importantly, am I willing to let him do that? Do I even want to?
I don’t know, I just don’t, and I don’t have time to think about it now, so I keep my mouth shut.
Once we step into the lobby of Eckert’s, I take a deep breath to compose myself. I’m at work, so regardless of whatever it is I’m feeling, I need to set my thoughts and emotions aside for the next eight hours or so. Which I can do—I’ve gotten quite adept at it through the years. Grieving
