I pressed my lips to hers and we soon found ourselves tangled up together on the bed, making love as we whispered our feelings to each other.
It was the best night of my life.
Mike
“Are you okay?” I asked, taking Sydney’s hand as we left Wesley’s going-away party.
“Yes. Sad, but we had our good-bye the other night. And I’m holding on to hope that he’ll be able to stay in contact with me through texts. But as Wesley said in his speech today, life changes and goes on. That was his way of telling me to keep moving forward. So that’s what I’m doing. Tomorrow, Gladys starts at the clinic, and I think that will keep my mind off Wesley leaving for his new job.”
His new job. Neither Sydney nor I had mentioned anything else about the Alchemists, Truth-seekers, or Quinn in the last four days after she told me what Wesley had told her. It was as if none of it had happened. Wesley had played off his part about moving to a law firm overseas beautifully. I almost believed him.
“He’s going to be okay, Syd.”
She nodded. “I know. I’ll miss him.”
I squeezed her hand. “I know you will.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a notification from my father. It was a text message, and I groaned. His texts were usually long. I let go of Sydney’s hand and swiped it open.
Dad: Dear Mike, your mother has some sort of tracker in my phone. Bill Reynolds, you remember him? He retired a few years after me. Well, we were all out in one of the pubs, and your mother texted me. She told me not to drink too much. How in the heck did she know I was at a bar if she didn’t have a tracker in my phone? I’m taking it into the station tomorrow and having the tech guys look at it. Be warned, she is probably tracking you.
Little did my father know, the notification for my mother and sister to track me on their app had popped up weeks ago. I declined.
I kept reading his text.
I’m having second thoughts about her moving back in with me.
I lifted my eyes in surprise. This was news.
The only good thing about having your mother back under the same roof is easy access to—
At that, I threw my phone away from me, and it landed in the front yard of someone’s house.
“What in the world are you doing?” Sydney asked.
“Dad. Text. Mom. Sex.”
She laughed, walked over to pick it up, and started to read it.
Thank goodness it didn’t break.
“Are you freaked about her moving in with your dad?”
“No! I’m past that. When she told me, Darrin, and Karen they were getting back together, we were all happy for them. I just don’t need to know he has easy access to sex with my mom! Why would he tell me that?”
“What?” Sydney asked, glancing back down to the phone. “He said easy access to her home cooking.”
I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it again. Then opened it. Then shut it. Sydney giggled and han