“You’re not feeling a little bloated? Nauseous?”
“What are you implying? I’m fat? Pregnant? Oh, wow, wouldn’t that be something if you could detect pregnancy?”
“Areyou pregnant? If so, then I’d say something might be going wrong with your pregnancy, and I should take you to the doctor.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I reach over and rest my hand on Nolan’s leg. “I’m fine. Not pregnant. Not in pain.”
“I’m not usually wrong about this.”
“Hey, if you’re right ninety-percent of the time, that’s still pretty good. Maybe today your pain is actually yours. Did you ever consider that?”
Biting at the inside of his cheek, he cocks his head to the side, eyes focused on the road. “Maybe.”
It takes a few minutes for whatever the hell that was to clear from the air.
“Look familiar?”
I turn toward him, eyes narrowed.
He smirks, watching the road ahead. “Do you recognize anything from the last time you were in Savannah?”
“Funny.”
“Have you been anywhere else in the U.S. since you were born here?”
“No. England, Spain, France, Italy, Scotland, Germany… and the Caribbean where my mum has family, but not anywhere else here.”
“Where are you headed in six months?”
Such a brilliant question.
“Hard to say.”
He takes a quick glance at me, a flirty smile curling his lips. “You’re on a hiatus, huh? A break from life?”
“I’m on an extended holiday, but not from life, just the distractions.”
Nolan pulls off the main road.
“This doesn’t look like Tybee Island.”
“So youdoremember your last time in Savannah.”
I shake my head. “Internet search.”
A blanket of tangled trees seems to engulf the vehicle in every direction. The sun sneaks its way through the occasional hole,splashing light along the cobblestone drive that vibrates my seat. I squint against the morning light, my eyes desperate to close for at least a good eight hours.
“Are you the governor?”
Nolan chuckles as the red-bricked, white-pillared, two-story plantation-style house greets us in the clearing ahead. “No. He lives in Atlanta. I live here and so do my parents when they’re not traveling.”
“You live here and you’re charging me a grand a month for one room and a shared kitchen?”
“How else would I afford to live here?” The lively glimmer in his smile reminds me of Daniel.
The last time Daniel smiled at me like that we were tasting cake samples for our autumn wedding. Life has a special way of changing everything in a blink. Love has many definitions. I’m certain I’ve experienced most of them to get to here.
“I see. You buy and sell houses and still live with your mum and dad. Well done, you.”
