Forget Me Not by Marion Ekholm

Author:Marion Ekholm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises, Australia Pty Ltd
Published: 2016-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SANITY QUICKLY RETURNED and Trish moved away, placing her fingers against Craig’s mouth so they couldn’t kiss again. “I have to go.” He dropped his arms. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here.” She turned and searched for her coat. Where had he put it? “It’s late. I need to get home.” She couldn’t stop talking. Couldn’t stop babbling. What on earth had gotten into her?

“It was a mistake,” she said again while the words repeated over and over in her head.

Trish got home somehow, totally on autopilot. By the time she reached her door, she couldn’t recall how she’d managed any of it. She headed for the small room behind the kitchen, dropped her purse and the book on the floor and flopped onto her bed.

That first kiss so long ago had never given her a second thought. But this one... She pounded her pillow and attempted to force the image from her mind. It wouldn’t go away.

* * *

TRISH AWOKE TO her telephone ringing. She groped for it on the floor and turned it on without first checking the caller ID. “Hello.”

“Hi, hon. I’m boarding the plane now. Wanted to check with you about a few things.” Harrison stopped. “You there, Trish?”

She threw her feet over the side of the bed and sat up. “Harrison?”

“Of course it’s me. Who else do you know boarding a plane at this hour?”

Trish glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It said 10:00 a.m. in glowing red. How could it be? She’d slept this late? “Um, what did you want to check on?”

“Find out if Dave really intends to buy the house. You need to speak with a Realtor and find out exactly what it’s worth. If he’s not going to offer that amount, we should look into getting other buyers. Also...” He droned on. Something about the furniture, the Christmas decorations and Gram’s bedroom furniture. Had he decided to get rid of it after telling her they should keep everything for their guest room? Trish held on to her head, not able to take in much of the conversation. He ended with “Have you thrown those models and the Christmas lights in the trash yet? Whoops. Sorry, I have to go. Turning my phone off now till I reach Chicago.”

Trish fell back on the bed, still clutching her phone. Her head ached. What was that noise? She rolled onto her elbow and focused on the sound. Was something brushing against the house? Craig had said he planned to scrape away the flaking paint.

How would she face him after last night? It was the scrapbook’s fault. She should...hide it? Destroy it? The kiss... She pressed her fists against her lips.

With great effort, Trish dragged herself up and went into the kitchen. Coffee. She emptied the grounds from the percolator and measured enough for a new batch. Craig walked past the kitchen window and waved. A moment later he knocked on the kitchen door.

“Hi. Anything you need help with before I get the scissor lift?”

“The what?” Trish took a seat at the table.

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