Untamed (95 page)

It feels unreal.

I take the steps down from Fletcher’s gym two at a time. As I sweep out onto the street, I see a white Mercedes pull out of a parking space. The bright, white LED lights blind me for a moment, and then it rumbles off, obviously a sport model.

I go to my rental, just a cheap and functional thing, and climb in, and sit in the car for a moment.

Unreal really is the word, and I’m afraid that at any moment I’m going to wake up, and this is all going to be a dream.

What are the chances? How… I shake my head. I can’t even wrap my mind around it.

All I know is that seeing Dee… it didn’t make me feel the way I expected to. I felt a surge of relief, and I wanted her, God, I wanted her. To be close to her, feel her against me.

But I thought I’d be crying tears of joy, and while I feel that, genuine joy, there is conflict.
It’s not over!
Finding her wasn’t just the end of the road. All this time, all this God damn fucking time I’d been thinking only up until the point that I found her.

I never thought about what we’d do
after
that.

But now I have her again, now she’s mine again, and it’s still not over.

Glass is still coming for us.

Fuck!

I do a quick grocery shop, pick up some chicken breasts to bake, some mushrooms and garlic to sautee quickly together as a side, and then some brown rice and broccoli. It may not be the most interesting meal, but it’s healthy, nutritious, and that’s the only way I know how to cook.