Distinction: The Distraction Trilogy #3

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saying,’ rather than fully understanding.
    “I’m a terrible person,” I mutter when he kisses my forehead and closes the window.
    “Why?” I see his eyes twinkle in the dark as he leans across me to switch off the lamp on my side of the bed.
    “I haven’t been nice to you lately,” I whisper into the darkness and his warm eyes come to mine. He leans over me and presses his lips to mine. Maybe it’s because of the accident, maybe it’s post-traumatic stress, but I don’t feel much other than his lips. They don’t give me tingles like they used to. They don’t light me up inside.
    They do, however, remind me of how Isaac’s were pressed against mine just over a week ago. Suddenly an inferno rages through me as images of…
    NO!
    No.
    I’m not doing this to myself again.
    “I don’t think my body can handle this yet,” I murmur when his hand grips my arse and his groin presses against my hip.
    “Of course.” He tugs my lower lip between his teeth and releases me. I snuggle into him, making sure to press my eyes against the skin of his neck, but it’s a long time before I fall asleep.
    Why did I even want to see Isaac again? We said what we said and he signed the papers.
     
    Eloise : I really need to see you soon… I’m having a meltdown.
     
    Hayley : Do you know how long it has been since you needed me???
     
    Eloise : I’ve always needed you!!
     
    Hayley : To breathe?
     
    Eloise : You’re the oxygen to my lungs.
     
    Hayley : The bee to your bonnet?
     
    Eloise : The apple to my pie.
     
    Hayley : The cake to my diabetes?
     
    Eloise : Seriously? What is wrong with you?
     
    Hayley : I’ll call you tonight, as soon as I finish work. Okay?
     
    Eloise : Okay. Good. When's the wedding dress fitting again?
     
    Hayley : Three weeks on Tuesday. I swear on all that is holy, you better not flake on me.
     
    I feel guilty that she even has to ask. That’s my own fault. I’ve flaked on her too many times.
     
    Eloise : I won’t be that person anymore, I promise.
     
    Hayley : Good. I’ve missed you.
     
    Eloise : Like a starving man misses cake?
     
    Hayley : Like a dead man misses life…
     
    Eloise : You’re not very good at this game, just so you know.
     

Chapter Nine
     

Isaac
    It has only been a few weeks since I last visited my dad. I thought time away would do me some good and, on one level, it has. I feel fresh. I feel new. On another level I don’t feel different. I haven’t moved on but lord knows I have tried.
    I suppose the time will come and I’ll be ready. For now, I’m just enjoying being single.
     
    Layton : Don’t forget the match on Wednesday night.
     
    Isaac : I haven’t… and it’s on Thursday night, not Wednesday
     
    Layton : I knew that. I was just testing you.
     
    I laugh out loud, startling the woman beside me in the queue. I’m currently in Crystal’s cafe about to order my dad’s favourite pastries. He doesn’t know I’m here. I didn’t even know I was going to come, but once my new car arrived I figured driving the two hour journey home would be my first venture.
    I’m surprised to admit that I’ve missed my dad. We’ve become friends these past four years. He pulled me through shit when Elle left. He helped me get back on my feet financially. He helped me get a new job. And not once did he judge me. Well… not verbally.
     
    Isaac : You’re so full of shit.
     
    Layton : And we’re meeting at five…
     
    Isaac : Six thirty.
     
    Layton : Good! I’m glad you remembered.
     
    Isaac : You have a calendar app on your phone for a reason. Use it.
     
    Layton : Calendars are for people who forget shit. Clearly my memory is impeccable.
     
    Isaac : You forget to use your calendar, don’t you…?
     
    Layton : I always convince myself I’ll remember. My brain hates me. It makes me think I’m clever.
     
    Layton is my new colleague and friend. He teaches physical education at the school where I work in Boston. He’s an easy guy to get on with and

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