“I didn’t see any of it,” he said. “I can tell when people are lying, but I can’t see real deception. I would have been able to figure it out before the accident. But I can’t see anything except what’s right in front of me now.”
“You couldn’t have seen this. Landon was too good.”
“I know Marisa wants to talk to me. But I don’t know if I want to talk to her.” He didn’t look at me. “Phoenix was all I had.”
“No, it wasn’t. And it never will be.”
He turned to face me. There was something achy and tender and afraid in his expression. But strength too, and goodness, and bravery.
“This is where you kiss me,” I said.
He leaned forward, touched his lips to mine. It was all I could do not to fall against him and bury my face in his shoulder.
But I let him go. And he did go, without saying another word. As I pulled away from the curb, he stopped at the entrance and looked back. I watched him in the rearview mirror, still standing under the awning as I turned the corner.
I hadn’t even reached the stoplight when my phone rang.
“Did you mean it?” he said.
I took a deep breath. “Give me three minutes.”
A soft click, then empty air. I swung into the left lane and made a U-turn.
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