32
Aweek later, I was ready to say, "Fuck it."
I missed Brody. Following the delivery of the flowers and the picture, there'd been nothing else. After spending most of the day making ice cream and prepping for the week ahead, I was sitting in my office, staring into space.
I was supposed to be working on profit and loss statements, but I just couldn't seem to get my mind into gear.
Probably because all my thoughts were focused on a tall, dark-haired man with piercing green eyes. Eyes I hadn't seen in three weeks. I missed seeing them light up with humor or turn hot with desire.
I also missed the way he held my hand and the way he snuggled with me on the couch when we watched television. The way he cuddled with me at night.
And the sex.
I missed that a lot because it had been a lot longer than three weeks since I'd had it.
Sierra and Ben tried to be circumspect around me, but knowing they were doing all the things I wanted to do with Brody did not help my mood. I tried really hard not to let it show, but Sierra caught on and now they were spending their time together at Ben's house. She made it a point to stay home with me on my nights off, which I appreciated. Now that I'd had Brody in my life, I realized how lonely I'd been before his arrival.
I was getting ready to leave the shop when Nate, the postal worker who delivered our mail, knocked on the front door. I went over and unlocked it.
"Hey, Nate. How are you?"
"I'm good, Cam. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Do you want a shake or something?"
I often offered to make him a shake or smoothie when he was working in the summer. Or even a glass of ice water because I knew that walking around downtown in this heat had to be extremely uncomfortable.
"No, thanks. I have something I need you to sign for."
I took the electronic pad he gave me and scribbled my name across the signature line.
Nate handed me a stack of magazines and envelopes and then laid an envelope marked as Certified Mail on top.
"Thanks, Nate."
"Have a good one, Cam. See ya tomorrow."
He turned and walked away, whistling merrily as he went.
I carried everything inside and locked the door. I decided to take everything into the office and sort it out before heading home. Otherwise I'd have to come in early tomorrow to deal with it.
I sorted through the stack of mail, separating magazines and catalogs from envelopes. Who the heck still sent catalogs anymore now that online shopping was a thing? Then, I looked through the various-sized envelopes. Bill. Bill. Another bill. A credit card offer. The usual.
However, what wasn't usual was the certified letter at the bottom of the stack.
Who was Ernie Muffleson? Sounded like a fake name that Sierra would come up with, which instantly made me suspicious of what the envelope might contain. The only reason I opened it was because it was too small to hold anything weird or dangerous.
There were only a couple of sheets of folded paper. I slipped them out and opened them.
It was a letter. No one had sent me a letter in years. I'd actually complained about the lost art of letter writing to Brody not long before he broke up with me.
And as soon as I started to read, I knew exactly who'd written this letter to me.
My Dearest Cameron,
I hope I started this letter out to your satisfaction. I know you're particular about the letters you get from people.
The reason I'm writing to you is because I miss you like crazy. Text messages and phone calls seem too inadequate. Even this letter is inadequate when all I want to do is see you, hear your voice. Touch you.
