Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“Six months?” And that’s when I knew he was over the talking. He was done with all of it.

There wasn’t enough moonlight on the water. There wasn’t enough sparkly champagne or romantic slow songs. He was done.

I looked up. “It’s not that long.”

He buckled his pants.

I wiggled trying to rearrange the skirt of my dress. It was full of sand.

“When you think you’ve found the love of your life again and she tells you to hold off because it’s not convenient, you start to think otherwise.”

He started walking toward the small set of trees that separated us from the reception.

“Blake, don’t go like this. Stay. Please stay.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Good luck, Sierra. I mean it. Good luck this time.”

“No.” I ran barefoot to chase him. “Just stop. Please.”

“I can’t. Not this time.”

He stormed through the brush onto the manicured lawn at the edge of the party. No matter what I said, or did he wasn’t going to turn around.

“Don’t do this, Blake. Don’t say goodbye. Please.”

I watched as his dark silhouette disappeared. I lost him when he joined the crowd.

I stood, trying to cover up my lacy bra, and realized I was more bare than I’d even known.

I looked up at the house where I had spent part of the summer. The breeze blowing off the sound skirted through the wind chimes. Three weeks ago, I had thought I was going to hate my trip back to the

island. It was only going to drudge up painful memories. And maybe for the first week that was true, but looking out across the sound to where the lighthouse stood, I knew I had grown to love this place and all its quirks all over again.

I had fallen in love a second time. I didn’t know it was possible.

I tossed my purse in the front seat. I knew I was stalling, but everything about this moment was surreal. It felt like I was walking through a fog.

I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. I didn’t want to drive over that bridge a second time without saying the words. But Blake wouldn’t answer my calls. He didn’t answer the door when I knocked.

He wasn’t in the boat barn. I couldn’t find him anywhere on the island.

He was the one who had escaped this time.

I slid into the seat and turned the keys in the ignition. She rolled the window down to inhale the last whiffs of the salty air. I didn’t know when I would be back to work on the house. It would sit and wait for me. It wasn’t the first time it had been through a storm.

I exhaled and put my foot on the break. It was time.

I put the car in reverse as I pulled away from the house. Away from a place that had become home. Away from where love had found me.

29

Blake

“Get your asses out here,” I yelled at the team.

The receivers were on the sidelines like they didn’t have routes to run and two of the tight ends were sitting on the bench.

“What the fuck is going on around here?” I looked at Coach. He shrugged.