can’t be. It can’t be…
I race down the hall into the bedroom. Bobby is sitting against the pillows, phone in hand, looking wickedly amused by me.
“You…you…”is all I can sputter.
He starts to laugh, and I grab a pillow and hit him with it. He only laughs harder.
Frustrated, overjoyed, exhausted and suspicious, I sink down on the bed beside him.
“How did you know that was my blog?”
He rakes a hand through his shoulder length hair. “The webhosting company is linked to my credit card. You billed it to me.”
Oh dear. I don’t know whether to be angry or to laugh.
“Why did you start chatting with me as some sort of anonymous cyber fan?”
He touches my cheek with a fingertip. “I missed you. I wanted to know if I still had a chance with you.”
OK, forgiven . Still, I hold back my smile.
“I love you, Kaley.”
The smiles fills my face. “I love you too.”
He reaches into a drawer and removes a velvet box. He opens it. Nestled inside is an engagement ring.
“Kaley Stanton, will you marry me?”
Laughing and crying, I fling myself into his arms and kiss him fiercely. “Yes, Bobby. I will marry you. I would marry you this second if you wanted me to.”
He slips the ring onto my finger. He places a light kiss there that runs all the way to my heart. “How do you feel about today? In Vegas?”
My eyes round. “You mean just us. No family? No friends?”
“Just us, Kaley. The way it has always been.”
The accidental encounter that led to our lunch together. Caroline covering his chores with the dogs. The ring. He planned this, each part, and I followed trustingly and it worked out brilliantly.
“You planned every part of the last two days and you were pretty sure you were going to get your way.”
His smile is roguish and sweetly charming at once. “Not sure. Hopeful.”
I try not to smile back at his self-satisfied grin. “I bet you think you’ve got me all trained and ready to do exactly what you want me to, Bobby Rowan.”
“You don’t train your Fembot, Kaley. You let her go, if that’s what she needs, and hope she comes back to you.”
I start to say, I’m not a Fembot, but Bobby turns me beneath him on the mattress, his kiss traps the words inside me, and I realize it’s better his way.
~The End~
Thank you for reading Rewind. If you’ve enjoyed Kaley and Bobby’s story, their prequel, The Girl in the Space Between, will be released in early 2015.
Or you might want to start at the beginning, with Kaley’s parents in The Girl on the Half Shell. Available Now on Amazon. Please enjoy the following excerpt:
The room is so quiet it is deafening.
I find Alan on his bed, casually reclined against a stack of pillows, dressed only in flannel pajama bottoms, and reading—of all things—the Wall Street Journal. There is a fire lit, the silver candlesticks flicker with flame, the bedcovers invitingly turned down as if in preparation for some sort of romantic scene. But he is focused on the Journal .
He doesn’t look at me and I feel stupid hovering by his door, so I start to wander around the bedroom, trying to still my frantic pulse. It’s a good thing that it’s an interesting room, otherwise my deliberate study would seem silly.
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