Page 49 of Unforgettable
“I know enough.”
“No,” she shook her head slightly, “you know what you saw in the hospital. That’s not the same thing ... or the same person.”
“Then show me the difference.”
The words were simple.
But they landed with weight.
She exhaled slowly, something in her defenses shifting—not falling, not gone, but… moving.
“You’re persistent,” she said.
“I’ve been told that.”
“By patients?”
“By people who didn’t want me to give up.”
A flicker of something deeper passed between them.
Was it understanding, recognition, or a little bit of both. This man was making her head spin. She wanted to give in.
Should I? God help me, guide me, something.
Randi reached for her coffee again, her fingers brushing the cup before settling around it.
“Just lunch,” she said again, softer this time.
He nodded.
“Just lunch.”
But neither of them believed it anymore.
Outside, the afternoon moved forward, steady and unchanged.
Inside, something quieter and far more complicated was beginning to take shape. It wasn’t rushed or forced. But it certainly was undeniable.
Their conversation through lunch remained easy, playful, andcomfortable in a way neither of them had expected.
Time slipped by unnoticed, carried on quiet laughter, shared observations, and the kind of effortless exchange that didn’t need careful thought or guarded responses.
At one point, Brew leaned back slightly, studying her with a quiet curiosity.
“It feels like I’ve known you a lot longer than a few weeks,” he said.
The words were simple and settled deep.
Randi held his gaze, something warm and unfamiliar moving through her chest.
A soft, almost disbelieving smile touched her lips.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “It does.”
And for a moment, she let herself sit in it. She didn’t questionor ignore it or lift a guarded question like she always did with people trying to get close. She just let it fill her. Was it blissful? Yes. Was it dangerous? Heck yeah. Did it feel real? More than she wanted it to.
What is happening between us?
