It led us to discover some great shows but also sit through some duds. At least we could usually agree if a show was bad and change it.
After landing on a cooking show, we both leaned back on the couch. Brielle took my hand and held it until I went to bed. Little sisters could be the best if they wanted to be.
“The guy over there bought your coffee for you again,” the barista said when I tried handing her money.
I turned to where she was pointing and spotted a good-looking man in a tailored black suit. It was the same guy who had bought my coffee for the last three mornings. His brown hair was cropped short, and he was a few inches taller than me.
I immediately thought how he looked nothing like Landon. Because despite not having heard from the man in two months, I still thought of him every day.
Maybe it really was time to move on. And flirting with someone else seemed like the perfect place to start.
I smiled at the guy, and he beamed back at me. Once I had my coffee in hand, I walked over to where he was sitting.
He stood up as soon as he saw me approach and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Henry,”
“Kinsley,” I said and shook his hand. It was warm, but his grip was loose. I was one of those people who judged others by their handshake. Firm was good, loose not so much.
But if I did that now, I would just turn around and walk out of the café. I wanted to move on from Landon with a desperation that scared me, and the only way I knew how to do that was to meet someone else and move. The hell. On.
I ended up staying for close to two hours talking to Henry. He was almost ten years older than me, had his life together and the same goals as I did. I agreed to meet him for dinner that Friday.
When I got home, I pulled my phone out of my bag, deciding I had to take the last step to recovery. After staring at the dark screen for a few minutes, I turned it on and brought up Landon’s number. It was time to move on. No more pining after someone who didn’t want me.
I felt like throwing up when I deleted his number. Then I went into my messages and deleted the message thread with him.
And because I didn’t do things halfway, I also went into my photos and deleted all but one of the photos we’d taken together. It was my favorite photo and showed us in front of the Lady Luck sign in the Neon Boneyard.
After pathetically staring at the picture for longer than I’d ever admit to, I threw my phone on the couch and leaned back.
It was time I learned how to exist without him again.
Landon and Kinsley’s story continues in the full-length novelSome Call It Devotion.
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Please enjoy the following excerpt from Kinsley and Landon’s storySome Call It Devotion.
Some Call It Devotionexcerpt
Sarah Peis © 2020
NOTE: MAIMEÓ = IRISH WORD FOR GRANDMA, PRONOUNCED MA-MO
“I’m not married.”
“I’m afraid you are. Says so on our records.”
“You must be mistaken. Can you check again?”
“Ma’am, I already checked twice. It won’t change. If your name is Kinsley Fitzgerald I suggest you get a divorce if you want to get married in three months.”
“But who am I—”
That’s when it all made sense.
Son of a goat. That lying bastard didn’t get an annulment.
