sent a gift and a letter.” Sabrina smiled to herself. “I guess I thought it might prove to her that I was sorry. As if a fuzzy white stuffed animal could make up for what I wrote.”
“A toy dog,” Noah said. He knew that dog. It had been Paul’s favorite as a baby, and though the doll was now gray with age, it still held a place of honor on his bed.
Sabrina’s eyes widened. “Yes. So she did get it. I was never sure.”
Noah nodded slowly. “It was a difficult time for them.” New parents, newlyweds. A hard time for anyone.
Sabrina traced her finger along the rim of her glass. “I keep hoping I’ll see her, so I can tell her I’m sorry.” She put her glass down on the steps and turned toward him.
A tingle worked its way up his spine. The sun dropped farther, leaving them in a silent twilight. His eyes followed the curve of her cheek, the dark shadow of her lashes as she peeked up at him. No one else would be making an appearance here tonight. No one could see them from the road or the yard.
For all intents and purposes, they were alone. Completely alone.
“I still miss her.” Sabrina’s voice was low, intimate. “We were best friends. I thought we’d be friends forever. And then I wrote that snotty article.” She looked down at her lap. “There are times I wonder if I did the wrong thing. If I’m a bad person.”
The tremor in her voice dove right into Noah’s heart and stayed there. “You’re not a bad person.” He sank down on the step beside her, tangled his fingers with hers and squeezed.
“Your sister-in-law would disagree.”
“She doesn’t know everything.”
“Don’t tell her that.”
He laughed and put his glass down. He didn’t want to talk about Marissa anymore. He didn’t want to talk at all. He tugged on Sabrina’s hand, drawing her closer to him. First their shoulders touched, then their hips, then her legs pressed against the length of his. Her face tilted up, glowing in the soft evening light.
“Mr. Mayor.” Her breath tickled his lips as he bent closer. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Noah stopped. Had he read the entire situation wrong? Was she just looking for a neighborly visit where they sat on the porch and talked about the day’s problems? The tips of his ears burned and his chest tightened. “I was.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
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