Chapter 18
What had he just agreed to? All he’d wanted to do today was find some sheets that didn’t smell like 2013. But he couldn’t
stop thinking about Mylie in that dress. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. He could barely breathe the whole
time he’d been in that dressing room.
Ben started his car and turned out of the shopping center’s parking lot. It had been Mylie in that dress, that’s all this
was. But it had also been the way she looked at him in the mirror. It had been the way her skin felt against his knuckles.
Ben was forced out of his thoughts when his phone rang. He’d forgotten it was connected through Bluetooth to his car, and
when the ring blasted through his speakers, he nearly drove off the road.
“Hello?”
“Ben, hello. This is Courtney.”
“Oh, yeah, hi,” Ben said.
“Your Realtor.”
“I know,” Ben replied. “We’ve spoken before.”
“Right. Well, exciting news. I have a couple interested in looking at the house,” Courtney said, her words coming out in a
rush, like she was the White Rabbit late for a meeting.
“That’s great,” Ben replied. “When are they coming by?”
“Would tomorrow morning work for you?”
Ben nodded, even though Courtney couldn’t see him. “That should be fine.”
“Anything you can do to make the house look presentable would help,” Courtney continued.
“Got it,” Ben said.
He wondered who the couple was and if he knew them. Ben was beginning to realize that there was no length of time a person
could be gone from Clay Creek that would make people forget. It seemed like no matter where he went, he knew someone. He’d
already fulfilled his promise to his mother. There hadn’t been a requirement as to how long he stayed. If the house sold tomorrow, that would be fine.
Wouldn’t it?
This place wasn’t his home. It was just a stop in the road. He’d spent the majority of his life in Chicago. THAT was home.
Still, it shocked him just how easily he found himself falling back into life in Clay Creek, despite having no intentions
of living there permanently.
Yes. He needed to sell this house before he was in too deep. New sheets and one dance with Mylie. That was all he was going
to give to this Arkansas spring. That was all he had time to give.