Without You Here by Ashby Carter

Author:Ashby, Carter [Ashby, Carter]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Wyatt fled to the cemetery. He hadn't seen Amberlee in two days. During the winter he very often drove to the wooded, church cemetery. But in the Spring, he much preferred to walk. He followed the path and came out on the other side, immediately locking eyes on Amberlee's grave. The flowers from last week had wilted. He hadn't gone to get fresh ones this morning like he usually did on Saturdays. Instead, he'd spent the morning fishing, flirting, and fighting with another woman. Now it would be Monday before he could get to the florist for Amberlee's lilies.

He sat with his back against the side of the stone like usual, reached for his whiskey bottle, and then realized he hadn't brought it. He closed his eyes and waited for the memories to come to the surface. He loved remembering the good times with Amberlee. This was often the best part of his day. There were so many good memories.

The first to surface wasn't of Amberlee. It was of Ettie, catching her first fish last week. Her laugh and her smile...he felt he could lose himself in her.

He opened his eyes and tried to banish her from the moment. This wasn’t his time to indulge in fantasies. It was Amberlee’s time to be honored.

He laid his head back, closed his eyes, and tried to think of Amberlee. Of making love with Amberlee. But his vision was suddenly filled with Ettie, the way she'd been last Saturday night, naked and sweaty and riding him with all the passion she had. He remembered he'd watched her. Her long throat. Down her chest to where her breasts bounced rhythmically. Lower past her abdomen to where the small, triangle of hair between her legs mingled with his own. To where their bodies joined in slick, hot pressure.

He opened his eyes again. He wouldn’t close them anymore. Somehow the girl had hijacked his mind. And how could that be? How could she take Amberlee’s place against his will?

Maybe it was natural. Inevitable. Maybe there was no way to hang on to his wife forever. The thought made his heart ache. He pulled out his cell phone. He’d saved the last of her voicemails as mp3s to listen to whenever he needed to hear her voice.

“Baby, I’d love some cinnamon ice cream. Can you pick some up on your way home?” By the time she’d left that one, her voice had become frail. Wyatt smiled at the memory of how he’d fed her small spoonfuls of ice cream, grateful in that moment that she was taking a little bit of pleasure out of life.

“Wyatt, can you pick up some candles for Blake’s birthday cake? And also, can you pick up a cake?” He laughed at that one, as he always did.

“Wyatt, please call me back.” In this one she was crying. “Oh, God, I don’t want to do this anymore. Please call me back.” This one he punished himself with. He’d been out working and hadn’t gotten the message for an hour.

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