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can’t take me home, I’ll call Tom.”
“Please don’t go.” Her sister looked genuinely sad and Diane found she didn’t want to leave her either. She’d really grown attached to Alyssa.
“I can’t stay, Alyssa. I’m sorry. There is nowhere for me here.”
“You won’t even consider staying with Matt?”
“For the last time, no!” She stood and began to walk away from her sister.
“You love him. He loves you. Quit fighting it, or you’ll never be happy.”
Diane spun around and gazed at her sister. “I’ve done some shitty things and maybe I deserve to be alone.”
Alyssa walked over and rubbed her shoulder. “No, you don’t. You deserve to be happy as much as anyone else. You can continue to run from your problems, or you can face them head-on—like an adult.”
“I’m not a child. Quit treating me like one.”
“Then don’t act like one. Stop hiding behind Tom.”
“Just take me home.” She went to the front door. “I was crazy to think this would ever work.”
* * *
Matt set the remote down. Diane was gone. She was here, then gone. Life almost seemed like it was going to work out the way he wanted. Then poof, it was all like a dream.
With Diane away from Brookfield, he was going to see his son less. He wanted to be there for her. To help her in any way he could. To be the one to rush her to the hospital when the baby came. But it would be Tom—just as Diane had been planning all along. Matt needed to face it.
He stood and paced his home. It was a decent size for the price. It had two bedrooms, each of equal size, and separate bathrooms. The floor plan was open and was hardly filled with any furniture. Hell, he’d offer the place to Diane without him in it, except she was gone. Last he heard, Alyssa was taking her back—to Tom.
Damn it. Why couldn’t he just go all caveman on her? Grab her by the hair and drag here into his home where she belonged. He smiled imagining it. Diane would kick and scream the whole way, but when she got her hands on him, she’d skin him.
Deep down he’d hoped they’d work things out before their son came. That slowly he’d win her over and that glorious moment would come that she’d call Tom to tell him she could no longer be with him. After all, Matt was the father and was her guy first.
Maybe he needed to take this up with Tom. He knew he wasn’t the kid ’s father. And shouldn’t he and Diane have a real chance at this? Try at least for their son. Isn’t that what people did? He wasn’t talking marriage but to at least give it a go.
He du g his cell phone from his pocket. He was going to call her right now and stop her. Finding her name in the list of contacts, he pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear.
You’ve reached Diane. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.
Crap. It had gone straight to voicemail. It didn’t even ring. Was she out of service somewhere between here and Alpine?
He wanted to redial but knew that was desperate. Maybe a text. Then when she got back in an area with service, she’d know he’d called.
Hey, tried calling you. Call me.
Locking the screen, he slid the phone back in to his pocket. Now he needed to find something to occupy his mind as he waited on her to call. If she called.
In the freezer, he pulled out a tub of ice cream. He had just enough left in there to eat while he watched something on TV. He set the container down and picked the remote back up, turning the television on to HBO.
He’d barely leaned back against the sofa and stuck his spoon in the creamy mixture when the heavy front door to the apartment complex slammed. Heavy and slow footsteps sounded on the stairs. A second later, a light knock sounded on his door.
Of course, as soon as he starts to eat, someone shows up. Setting the tub back down, he rose and went to the door. Turning the knob, he tugged the stubborn door.
“Diane.” The name escaped his lips in a surprised whoosh, all
“Please don’t go.” Her sister looked genuinely sad and Diane found she didn’t want to leave her either. She’d really grown attached to Alyssa.
“I can’t stay, Alyssa. I’m sorry. There is nowhere for me here.”
“You won’t even consider staying with Matt?”
“For the last time, no!” She stood and began to walk away from her sister.
“You love him. He loves you. Quit fighting it, or you’ll never be happy.”
Diane spun around and gazed at her sister. “I’ve done some shitty things and maybe I deserve to be alone.”
Alyssa walked over and rubbed her shoulder. “No, you don’t. You deserve to be happy as much as anyone else. You can continue to run from your problems, or you can face them head-on—like an adult.”
“I’m not a child. Quit treating me like one.”
“Then don’t act like one. Stop hiding behind Tom.”
“Just take me home.” She went to the front door. “I was crazy to think this would ever work.”
* * *
Matt set the remote down. Diane was gone. She was here, then gone. Life almost seemed like it was going to work out the way he wanted. Then poof, it was all like a dream.
With Diane away from Brookfield, he was going to see his son less. He wanted to be there for her. To help her in any way he could. To be the one to rush her to the hospital when the baby came. But it would be Tom—just as Diane had been planning all along. Matt needed to face it.
He stood and paced his home. It was a decent size for the price. It had two bedrooms, each of equal size, and separate bathrooms. The floor plan was open and was hardly filled with any furniture. Hell, he’d offer the place to Diane without him in it, except she was gone. Last he heard, Alyssa was taking her back—to Tom.
Damn it. Why couldn’t he just go all caveman on her? Grab her by the hair and drag here into his home where she belonged. He smiled imagining it. Diane would kick and scream the whole way, but when she got her hands on him, she’d skin him.
Deep down he’d hoped they’d work things out before their son came. That slowly he’d win her over and that glorious moment would come that she’d call Tom to tell him she could no longer be with him. After all, Matt was the father and was her guy first.
Maybe he needed to take this up with Tom. He knew he wasn’t the kid ’s father. And shouldn’t he and Diane have a real chance at this? Try at least for their son. Isn’t that what people did? He wasn’t talking marriage but to at least give it a go.
He du g his cell phone from his pocket. He was going to call her right now and stop her. Finding her name in the list of contacts, he pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear.
You’ve reached Diane. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.
Crap. It had gone straight to voicemail. It didn’t even ring. Was she out of service somewhere between here and Alpine?
He wanted to redial but knew that was desperate. Maybe a text. Then when she got back in an area with service, she’d know he’d called.
Hey, tried calling you. Call me.
Locking the screen, he slid the phone back in to his pocket. Now he needed to find something to occupy his mind as he waited on her to call. If she called.
In the freezer, he pulled out a tub of ice cream. He had just enough left in there to eat while he watched something on TV. He set the container down and picked the remote back up, turning the television on to HBO.
He’d barely leaned back against the sofa and stuck his spoon in the creamy mixture when the heavy front door to the apartment complex slammed. Heavy and slow footsteps sounded on the stairs. A second later, a light knock sounded on his door.
Of course, as soon as he starts to eat, someone shows up. Setting the tub back down, he rose and went to the door. Turning the knob, he tugged the stubborn door.
“Diane.” The name escaped his lips in a surprised whoosh, all
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