Someone Else (27 page)

“I never stopped wanting to be with you,” Michael said when we’d finally finished kissing. “I thought about you all the time.”

“Same here.” Then, inspired by his honesty, I said, “I drove by your house one night when you were home for spring break.”

“I know. I saw you.”

“You saw me? Why didn’t you mention it?”

“I figured you had your reasons for stalking me.”

“I wasn’t stalking you! I was just—.”

He interrupted me with another kiss, telling me without words that he fully intended to keep the past in the past, where it belonged.

“So,” he said, nibbling on my collarbone. “You want to go get some ice cream?”

Several seconds passed before I regained the power of speech. “More than anything.”

He started the car and headed in the direction of town. It wasn’t long before Oakfield’s one and only ice cream place came into view, its bright neon sign promising thirty-two flavors. We barely gave it a second glance as we drove past, leaving it behind.

About the author:

Rebecca Phillips lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her husband, two children, and cat. This is her second novel. The first novel in this two-book series, JUST YOU, is also available for purchase.