Until You

It came over her like a wave, and she felt the happiness stir deep within her. All at once, she started reliving last night. She kept replaying the moment he approached her in the bar, worried she would forget the instant when their eyes first made contact. Kate tried to pretend there was nothing between them. But as he stood before her on that su

And she was going to see him again.

As a writer, she lived by her ability to make people feel things, but over the years Kate had grown numb. The years with Richard, the fight for her daughter, had forced the life out of her. But one night with David helped Kate realize her heart was still beating.

She reached out and touched the picture and smiled. He’d given her the most remarkable gift… hope. Something she hadn’t had in the longest time.

Forgetting about the fatigue and her carry-on, Kate climbed another set of stairs. At the top was her office, the place where she went to let her imagination take hold and create her stories.

When she touched the switch on the wall, just inside the door, the overhead light came on. The fixture was a beautiful conglomeration of twisted vines she’d found in a decorating catalog, and the final touch to the space she’d been pla

The whole floor had been gutted and transformed, but her office was special. With wide-plank wood floors, built-in shelving, and a custom made desk, this was her space. Hers. Looking up at the light shining from the chandelier, Kate stepped into the room.

She hadn’t come up here very much since Richard had climbed the same stairs, told her he had someone else, and left her. She wrote on her laptop instead, avoiding the memories of this place, but that was going to change. Looking at the bag hanging from her shoulder, Kate decided she was done. Done mourning, done feeling sorry for herself. No more escaping. Reclaiming this room was the smallest of gestures, but it was important nonetheless. Her life had become a series of turning points. Some were big, some were small. This was a small one. Stepping toward her desk, Kate put down the bag and turned on her computer.

She felt like writing.

Chapter 3

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Piccolo’s Italian Café had been housed for the last fifteen years in a pretty house in historic Ardmore. The owners, Albie LoScala, and his partner and chef, Vi

Cars were scattered around the street, but being it was late, the town was quiet. After finding a parking spot a few doors away, Kate thought it was ironic David picked this restaurant. It was possible, over the years, they were here at the same time, having di

She checked her makeup and reapplied her lipstick, looking carefully at her reflection in the visor mirror. Breathing out, Kate knew she should find a way to drop her age into the conversation, if only to see his reaction. Then she’d know if this was going to go anywhere, or if the whirlwind would stop.

He’d called her yesterday. Just to talk. He asked how school was going and how she was doing… specifically, David wanted to know if she had any regrets about the night they spent together. Hearing from him caught her a little off guard. God, did she want to tell him the truth—any regret she felt lasted a total of twelve seconds. After that it was lost in a wash of hot, sweaty, very satisfying memories. He made her feel so good, so wanted. Kate could never feel sorry for making love with him. She assured him she had no regrets. Hell, no. Kate had to pinch herself so she remembered it wasn’t going to last. This was a rebound. It was fun.

It was dangerous.

The alarm tweeted and she started toward the restaurant. Her heels clicked on the pavement, and when she looked down, Kate wondered if all the cleavage she was showing was too much. The sweater was tight and plunging, and not something she’d usually wear, but the whole evening was taking her out of her comfort zone.

Pausing on the restaurant’s porch for a second, Kate took a deep breath. Then another. The butterflies in her stomach now felt more like bats; she figured she’d better walk in before she lost her nerve. The door squeaked when she pulled it open and Albie looked up. The butterflies, the bats, everything faded when she saw the smile on her old friend’s face.

“I’m back,” she said quietly.

He came from around the maître’d’s podium and pulled her into a hug that crushed the wind out of her. Then he stepped back, looked at her face, and hugged her again. “I am so happy to see you!” he finally said. “We’ve missed you terribly!”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Your louse of an ex has been in with the crazy one. I had to stop Vi

Kate chuckled. She was amused, but she was also a

“What brings you in? A late di

Kate smiled but she held up her hand to stop the stream of words. “No, it’s fine.” She paused, focusing on each breath. “I’m meeting someone.”

Albie stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” His eyes went wide and hopeful, but then a shadow crossed over them, right before another booming voice joined the conversation.

“Oh, my God! Where have you been?” Vi

Albie folded his arms and stared at Kate, waiting for her to come clean. Vi

The giggle escaped before Kate actually said anything. “I… ah… I do have a date.”

“Okay,” Albie said. “Spill. Because the only person in the dining room, who’s alone, is one of my other regulars, and he’s meeting someone.”

“Who?” Vi

“Fellas, are you trying to hijack my date?”

All three turned toward the voice, and when she laid eyes on David, Kate’s heart flipped around in her chest. He stood, hip shot into the doorframe, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking so gorgeous she tingled from head to toe. Then, he met her eyes and smiled, and she melted from the inside out. Yup. She was done.