Fix Me Not by Carey Heywood

Author:Carey Heywood [Heywood, Carey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carey Heywood

“My leg is fine now. I can go,” my mom says.

I pin her with a glare. “You know I'm not only going there to deliver his groceries and mail. You can get your Asher fix next week.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” she sniffs, in an attempt to act offended.

I'm still surprised she didn't use her free time learning to knit or quilt or some other craft to make things for him.

“Be nice to him,” she adds.

“Sure,” I grumble.

“Paige.”

“Got to go mom.”

I leave before she can annoy me further. Be nice to him? He’ll be lucky if I don't run him over with her Explorer.

Once I have all of his stuff, I make the drive from town to his place. As I go, I make a point to memorize everything I can. Depending on how this conversation goes, this might be my last trip out here.

Finley tried to convince me I needed to stay in New Hampshire to help her plan the wedding. Thanks to the magic of the World Wide Web, that isn't true.

I know the layout of Asher’s place by heart. Places that rent out canopies and party supplies are also online. All I need to plan the wedding of her dreams is a phone, Wi-Fi, and a computer.

She had assumed I'd stay no matter what. She was wrong.

The gravel crunches beneath my tires once I turn onto his drive. There's no sign of him when I park, or as I unload the SUV.

Every sound has me looking over my shoulder in anticipation of him, only to be rewarded with nothing.

When I finish, I go in search of him. The first place I look is his workshop. When I find it empty, I can't resist looking around. Every time I cleaned, this space was off limits in case Asher was working so he wouldn't be distracted.

The smell of sawdust clings to the air in here. My eyes roam over the space, taking in the tools, the seemingly endless pile of wood, and the dresser sitting proudly in the center of the room.

I recognize it at once. Its twin lives in Asher’s bedroom.

Is he adding to his set? It's not like he has a ton of clothes, even though the former mess of dirty clothes he'd leave all over his floor would suggest otherwise.

And, more importantly, if he isn't in here, where is he?

Pausing only long enough to drag my fingertips across its smooth surface, I continue my search. From the workshop, I go to the dock. Walking across its wooden planks, I think back to the day I watched him swim across his lake.

Man, it's crazy how much has changed since that day.

Reaching the end of the dock, I scan the water for the telltale splash of him swimming and find none.

“Paige.”

I jump at his shout, having to pinwheel my arms to keep from falling in. Once I'm safe from any chance of toppling into the lake, I turn toward the sound of his shout. Asher’s up the hill by the small guest cabin.

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