“No!” Keira laughed, protesting. “Well, maybe.”
Everyone laughed. Except Bryn, of course. She was staring into her wine glass, pouting.
“Anyway,” Keira said, “we can have a great Thanksgiving together. I’ll be back by then.”
Bryn’s head snapped up. “We’re having Thanksgiving at Mom’s this year, remember. Just the three of us.”
“That’s the meal,” Keira contested, growing impatient with her difficult sister. “I can spend the rest of the day with my friends, can’t I?”
“Of course you can,” Bryn huffed. She went back to staring into her glass.
Maxine raised her eyebrows. She and Shelby were used to Bryn’s attitude but Keira just couldn’t understand why Bryn had to be so possessive over her. She was allowed other people in her life! Bryn was super independent herself and always had loads of friends and boyfriends, was always on the go rushing around to events. Yet as soon as Keira wanted to spend time with someone other than her she got in a mood. Honestly, sometimes Keira felt like she was the elder of the two. Bryn could be a spoiled brat sometimes.
“Thanksgiving sounds so far away,” Shelby mused.
“I know,” Keira replied. “I feel like I’ve barely had a chance to be in New York. It’s like I’ve been on vacation here! I thought I’d have more time to catch up. I haven’t even found a new apartment.”
“Speaking of new apartments…” Bryn said.
She was looking at Keira’s cell phone on the counter. The screen was alight from having just delivered a text message. And Zach’s name was clearly visible on her screen.
“This had better be about the deposit being returned,” Keira said.
Just then, Maxine and Shelby exchanged a guilty glance and Keira got the distinct impression that they were hiding something.
“What is it?” she demanded.
She’d had just about enough she could take of surprises.
It was Shelby who finally confessed. “I think it might be about Julia. They broke up.”
Keira raised an eyebrow, surprised. “They did?” The affair that had cost them their relationship had lasted only a few weeks?
She picked up her phone and read Zach’s message. It confirmed Shelby’s news.
Hey Keira. Long time no speak. I wanted to let you know before you hear it on the grapevine that I broke up with Julia. It just wasn’t working. I was wondering if you might be around for a drink? Tonight? Tomorrow? Let me know. X
“Ugh, he’s such an arrogant jerk,” Keira muttered.
“What did he say?” Maxine asked.
“Nothing about the fact he’s keeping my deposit for ransom,” Keira told her with a disgusted voice. “He wants to go for a drink.”
Bryn’s mouth dropped open with surprise. “You’re not going to go, are you?” she asked.
Keira looked at her, shocked. “Of course not,” she said. “Unless it’s the only way to get that money back.”
Bryn tutted loudly. “If he’s bribing you to date him I swear to God I will give him a piece of my mind…”
Shelby frowned at her. “He’s not bribing her. Don’t be so dramatic.”
Bryn looked affronted. “I’m sorry, whose friend are you? His or Keira’s?”
“Both,” Shelby replied, folding her arms.
Bryn did not look impressed. “Even though he cheated?”
“Guys!” Keira interrupted. She was not in the mood for bickering. Her eyes were still glued to her cell phone screen.
Suddenly, Bryn snatched her phone away.
“Stop considering it!” she ordered Keira.
“I’m not!” Keira cried, trying to defend herself.
But Bryn was right, there was a small part of her that was considering it. Zach, for all his flaws, had cared about her. They’d spent two years together, had lived in an apartment together. He’d been committed, reliable. And he was definitely familiar. It was just the fact that she was putting work above him that had ruined things between them, driven the wedge that drove him into Julia’s inviting arms.
Bryn’s expression was like thunder. She dangled Keira’s phone over her wine glass.
“Don’t make me dunk it,” she said.
In her peripheral vision, Keira could see Maxine and Shelby shaking their heads in disbelief at Bryn’s drama queen behavior.
She sighed loudly. “Okay, okay. I will not meet up with him. Is that what you want to hear?”
Bryn nodded, satisfied, and returned her phone to her sister.
“Now delete the message and take him out of your contacts.”
Keira exhaled loudly.
“This is ridiculous,” Shelby muttered under her breath.
Keira looked at her phone, at Zachary’s contact details. They’d been there for years. She couldn’t just delete him like he’d never existed.
But she had to accept that Bryn was right on this, again, despite her heavy-handed tactics. Because rekindling contact with Zach would be like taking a step backward. Keira’s life had changed so much in such a short amount of time, having him back in it in any capacity would be like a regression. She had to move on, step forward. Not just from Zach, but from Shane too. Now it was her time to shine, to stand on her own two feet and become independent.
Resolved, she deleted his details, watching as his name disappeared from her phone. It felt good, empowering. If she could just get the guts up to delete Shane too, then she’d really have made it. But no, not yet, the pain from their breakup was still too real.
Keira looked up at her sister.
“Happy now?”
Bryn grinned. “Of course. I’m always happy when I win.” Then she added, slyly, “And I always make sure I win.”
Shelby groaned. Maxine sunk her head into her hands, shaking it theatrically. Keira just laughed, happy and relieved that she’d taken the first small step toward moving forward with her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Keira soon discovered that putting the past behind her was much easier said than done, and would involve a whole lot more than symbolically deleting contacts from her cell phone. Because the moment she made it to Newark airport the next morning, she was bombarded with memories of Shane, of Ireland.
Feelings of nostalgia whirled inside her as she walked through the concourse. As she handed over her boarding pass at the gate, she remembered with vivid clarity the emotions she’d had last time – the anxiety mixed with excitement and hope. It hadn’t been that long ago but already she felt like a different person entirely, a sadder, more bitter person.
She boarded the plane and took her seat. Luckily, she was by the window, which gave her an excuse not to interact with the passenger beside her. She wasn’t in the mood for chatting. Unfortunately for Keira, the man beside her seemed intent on it. As they took to the air, he leaned over and spoke.
“Name’s Garrett. Ever been to Naples before?” he asked her, grinning jovially.
He was a middle-aged man, balding slightly. He appeared to be traveling alone. Keira noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring but that the skin was paler where a band had once been. A recent divorcee, she hypothesized, and groaned internally. It was going to be a long eight hours.
“No,” she replied, monosyllabically.
“So