Ghost in His Eyes by Carrie Aarons

Author:Carrie Aarons [Aarons, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-20T18:30:00+00:00

21

Blake

The sun rose with my mood, and I got dressed to the twinkling rays glowing across my floor.

Even though I lived among the horses, it was still exciting to go hiking in the lands overlooking the bay. Donning a white long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, boots and a gray fleece parka, I grabbed a small backpack of supplies. When Carson had mentioned hiking together, I'd pulled my old pack from the closet. Water bottles, sunglasses, some granola bars, and other odds and ends littered around the bottom of the pack.

It had been a good week, one with no flukes or deep talks. I’d appreciated that, as a lot of our interactions had been heavy. It was bound to happen, after ten years and a sea of grief separated us. But now, if we were going to do this, I wanted to be able to function like a normal person again. Like a normal person who dates her high school sweetheart after ten years of blaming him for her brother’s death.

Yeah, so maybe we weren’t normal, per se. But who was?

Walking into the early morning light, I saw a pickup chugging down the road. Once he slowed and got closer, I could hear Brad Paisley’s “Alcohol” coming out of the speakers.

“Isn’t it kind of early for this song? And what is this, tenth grade?” I made the comment as I helped myself to the passenger seat of the car.

“It’s never too early for Brad Paisley or alcohol, and I’m trying to bring us back to the good times. Remember the first time you got drunk off of Twisted Teas at Mike Gernigan’s house?”

Did I remember? I’d gotten on the coffee table and done a horrible rendition of “Pour Some Sugar On Me” while trying to jig or something. I wound up in Carson’s bathroom while he pleaded with me to keep my puking noises down or his parents would hear.

“Don’t remind me. Or I’ll bring up some of the things you said when you were drunk.”

Like the first time he told me he loved me, and I got so pissed at him that it wasn’t sober I made us act like he never said it. In reality, he was nervous as all hell and probably needed the liquid courage to pony up and tell me.

“Did you sleep well? Dream about me?” He winked, laying his hand on my leg as he maneuvered us up and over the hills of sand.

“You wish. How was work this week?” While we’d texted and emailed here and there, I still needed some space.

Being a hermit for ten years will do that to you. I’d found, over time, that I liked my independence, wore it like a badge. Even though I now wanted to spend time with Carson, I still liked my solitude too. My big house in the middle of the beach, where I could be myself and keep living the way I had for the past four years.

“It was good, just more of the same.

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