Page 56 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Good.” I grinned, placing a light kiss on her forehead, and then turned to walk out.
I made short work of shutting off the lights and locking up the shop. I opened her car door for her to climb in, then hopped in my truck to lead her back to the main road. Pulling over to the side and waving, she honked as she blew past me toward town.
Pretty soon, I hoped to be done watching her taillights.
Felicity
What a weird day.
This morning, I’d thought I was responsible for my ex-boyfriend’s meth addiction and that the man I loved wanted to cut me out of his life.
Now it was late afternoon and everything was different.
It was lucky that Silas had been at the farm earlier. How many more years would I have spent holding onto my own guilt had he not told me the truth about when Wes had started using?
Forever.
I would have carried that guilt with me forever.
Now it was gone and I felt lighter than I had in years.
I drove from the ranch to town, passing the side street that led to my house as I continued onto the highway and back to the Drummond farm.
I hoped that Jack and Annie wouldn’t mind me coming back, but I had one last thing to say to Wes and I didn’t want to wait.
I had to do this one last thing, and then I could let him go.
Turning off the highway, I slowly bumped along the gravel drive, past the Drummonds’ rambler and up the hill to the oak tree.
The sun set early this time of year and the temperature had dropped. I was shivering as I walked to Wes’s grave, but what I had to do wouldn’t take long.
“Hey. Me again,” I told his tombstone. “I was mad earlier and I forgot to tell you one last thing.”
I took a deep breath and said, “Thank you.”
When the tears came, I just let them slide gently down my cheeks.
“Thank you for being all of my firsts. Thank you for being the first boy I ever loved. You were good to me, Wes. I’m sorry how everything turned out at the end, and that Silas and I hurt you, but I hope you know that you were incredibly special and I’ll never forget all of the wonderful times we had together.”
I kissed my fingertips and placed them on the cold, granite tombstone. “Rest in peace.”
“You’re in trouble,” I said, answering Sabrina’s call on my car’s media panel.
“I know. Sorry. It’s this story. I’ve been undercover for the last two weeks.”
“Can you tell me about it yet?”
“Negative.”
I shook my head. “Are you at least being safe?”
“Um, define safe.”
“Not funny, Sabrina. I’m worried.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Hmm,” I grumbled. “What are you doing tonight?”
