Last Straw (A Rainy Day Mystery Book 7)

by Jeff Shelby

  I loved what I knew about him, and the support he’d given me. And I was attracted to him; there was no doubt about that.

  But did I know him?

  I wasn’t so sure.

  “Do you know what my favorite color is?” I asked.

  “Rainy, I don’t see what your favorite—”

  I cut him off. “These are important,” I insisted.

  “What does a favorite color or whether or not I like sushi have to do with anything?”

  It was a fair question, and I didn’t know how to tell him what I was thinking. Those questions weren’t important in and of themselves, but what they represented was.

  Declan and I didn’t know each other.

  And he was asking me if I would consider moving halfway across the world with him.

  “I think you should do what you want to do,” I said, answering one of the questions he’d initially asked.

  There was a moment of silence. “And what about you?” he asked. “What about us?”

  “I don’t know.” My voice was soft.

  I really didn’t know. Gunnar’s declaration earlier had overwhelmed me, and Declan’s statements now threatened to undo me.

  There were several things I did know to be true.

  I liked Gunnar, and I liked Declan.

  And if I was being honest with myself I knew that, in some way, I loved them both.

  “Rainy?” Declan’s voice was uncertain, as if he thought I might have ended the call. “Are you there?”

  “I’m here,” I said faintly.

  “What do you think?” he asked. “About…all of this.”

  I closed my eyes.

  “I think I need to do what I want to do,” I said truthfully.

  The problem was, I didn’t know what that might be.

  THE END

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