Regret (Never Waste a Second Chance Book 2) by Janice M. Whiteaker

Author:Janice M. Whiteaker [Whiteaker, Janice M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

THIRTEEN

Nancy’s butt might as well have been glued to the worn seat of Paul’s truck. She was frozen in place by shock, or confusion, or most likely complete and total disbelief.

“Do you know who that is?” Paul squinted out the windshield.

Carol stood up, her lean frame an almost unmistakable mirror image of Nancy’s.

His mouth dropped open. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit’s right.” The immediate shock was gone and quickly replaced by anger.

What in the hell was Carol doing camped on her front porch? After this many years, what was the point in showing up now? And of all the times in the world to appear, why did it have to be this one?

Paul turned to her. “I’ll be back.” He started to get out and she grabbed his arm.

“It’s okay. I’ll go talk to her.” She started to open her door to get out. By the time she managed to get herself turned in the seat and wrestle her crutches from the back seat, Paul was right there.

He took her crutches and held out his hand for her to use as support. Once she was on the move, he stayed close by her side as they slowly made their way up the driveway.

“Do you want me to stay?” He kept his voice low enough she would be the only one to hear.

“Yes.” If this was the same old Carol on her front porch, she wanted back-up.

Carol watched as they walked toward her but didn’t speak until they were at the bottom of the steps.

“Hi Nan.”

It was odd. Paul called her Nan all the time and it never bothered her. Actually, she liked it. It was more familiar than if he called her Nancy and if there was one thing she wanted it was for them to be more familiar.

But Carol. That was different.

This was a woman who left her son when he needed her most. A woman who could sleep with her sister’s husband for years and act like nothing was going on. A woman who didn’t even show up when their dad died. Worse yet, when her own son died.

“Why are you here Carol?” Nancy kept her words short and tried to be as emotionless as she could manage, even as anger made her want to rip the diamond earrings right out of her sister’s ears.

Then she wanted to stab them back through again.

To make matters worse, Carol looked pretty good for a woman Nancy thought might be as dead as their shared bedmate. Her hair was colored a rich but light brown and fell in perfectly straight, shiny, well-behaved strands to just below her chin. Her skin was smooth and surprisingly tan, making Nancy wonder just where she’d spent the past few decades.

Carol hesitated. “I came because I heard about Thomas.” She licked her lips, barely putting a dent in the perfectly complimentary shade of peach glossing them. “I just wanted to be here for you if you needed me.”

Nancy glanced sideways at Paul. His brow was furrowed and he appeared to be as perplexed as she was.

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