Chapter 67

I grabbed a protein bar, then picked up the diner napkins I’d been reading the previous morning, some of the writing Archie’s, some my own.

“Seems like forever ago,” I said.

Too bad my watch couldn’t hold a decent conversation.

The only way I could feel more for you is if I had two hearts, instead of just one.

That took me right to the stream and the rocks, right back to where our love story was supposed to start in earnest.

“See what I did there?” I said to the Oscar Wilde napkin.

It was no better at talking to me than my watch.

“Our life was supposed to start but didn’t.”

My phone picked that moment to ding with a text. Actually, the sender had picked the moment, I supposed.

I texted back, confirming an afternoon meeting, though it wasn’t one I was looking forward to attending.

“Gotta do what I gotta do.”