“Hello.” A man in the shadows interrupted her thoughts,
making her look up to see the culprit.
“Noah.” Her heart quickened with surprise.
“It’s been a long time.” He shoved his hands in his pockets
and smiled in appreciation at her.
“That it has. I’m surprised to see you here.” She scooted
over as he took a seat beside her on the bench.
“Kristina invited me. We all were pretty close in college
if you remember.” He looked at her with laughter in his eyes, waiting for her
to say something more, the moon basking them in soft light.
“Yeah, I remember.” She let out an awkward laugh at his
move to try and crack a joke. “I guess it makes sense that you’re here now,
then.” Yeah, right. Kristina was going to get an earful, later.
“Well, I am moving back to Colorado, actually. I just
accepted a job as an environmentalist doing some work for the government
outside of Fort Collins.”
He always knew how to hit her with a ton of bricks. “Is
that so? Well congrats! That’s very exciting.” She forced a smile his way. It
was almost as if they had never been as close as they had. Was he just pulling
an act or casually trying to be nice without making it awkward? Either way, he
was failing.
“Thanks. I’m more than glad to be back, especially now that
I found you again.” He nudged her playfully and the bullfrogs croaked their
night song.
“I’ve always been here. It really wasn’t a matter of
finding me.” She was not in the mood to play along with his flirty act or
whatever he was trying to pull. Crickets chirped and filled the pregnant
silence. They both looked away from each other observing the night. Laughter
filled in behind them as a couple frolicked in the garden.
“Beautiful wedding.” Noah’s comment was forced.
“Mmmm. Yeah.” Her reply was barely audible as she saw a
tall, dark figure walking towards them from the tent.
“You looked beautiful up there, Kate. Even more beautiful
now…” Noah had turned towards Kate, waiting for a reply, not noticing the
approaching intruder.
“There you are.” Anson glared briefly at Noah, before
flashing a grin at Kate. He had ditched his suit coat and tie, his crisp white
shirt unbuttoned slightly, revealing a hard, tan chest.
“Good timing. I was just getting ready to head back.” She
stood up fast, turning briefly to Noah. “I’m glad we could catch up.”
“Me too.” He stood, putting his hands in his pockets. “Anson.”
His acknowledgement was curt.
“Noah.” Anson moved to take Kate’s arm, steering her back
to the night’s dwindling festivities and away from the man who had turned his
back on her.
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