Who would have thought the past could find you at Target? I was in the small appliance aisle, coffee maker in my arms, staring at the other models featured and wondering what difference it could
possibly make to my life or David’s, when I heard his voice behind me.
“Jo?” I would have known the voice anywhere, the hint of gravel mixed with a smoky kind of sadness that seemed to carry the world. I spun around, coffee maker still in hand, and there he stood, Seth O’Connor, like a consignment from my past dropped off at my feet. He hadn’t changed much in the decade since I’d seen him last. Same heartbreaking brown eyes over hair that was just this side of messy and clashed with the camel hair coat, the tie poking out under the collar, the neatly pressed slacks and polished brown oxfords.
I was rendered speechless and stood open mouthed as Seth took the coffee maker from me and put it into my empty cart.
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