When fiercely independent Aiden Matthews makes a spontaneous decision to visit home after a long absence, what she intended to be a day-long trip turns into an entire summer filled with old friends, new acquaintances... and a rekindled old flame. But after stumbling upon a seventy year old secret and the ghosts it stirs up, Aiden must navigate the sudden challenges to everything she thought she knew about her family history while confronting her deepest fears in order to chase her most fervently held dreams.
View More“So… If money were no object, how and where would you plan your wedding? What would be the ideal dream day?” Aiden asked her best friend with a lackadaisical expression on her face, a relaxed slant to her posture. Her body language was giving nothing away, but Mitch, the only one of the group who knew what she was about to share, caught the mischievous glint in her eye and couldn’t help the smile he quickly hid behind his napkin. The meal of tapas-style small plates had been nearly finished and the most recent round of wine had been drained from oversized glasses. Jessie had been happily downing virgin mocktails all night, trying the most interesting concoctions on offer and had declared about halfway through that they were so good, she didn’t even miss having a glass of wine with dinner. And now, as they waited for dessert, Aiden finally broached the subject she’d been dying to share with them. Having thought over the best way to tell them, the wedding had crossed her mind more tha
“Ughhh, do we have to?” Aiden asked on an exaggerated whine, an arm thrown over her eyes as she kicked the sheets away from her bare form. Mitch had pulled out and rolled off of her to check the text messages that had piled up in the last half hour or so and she let out a sigh as he nodded and returned to her side.One strong hand slid up the length of her torso to cup a breast and she shivered in delight. Only moments ago, he had all but had her screaming the house down in pure ecstasy during a sultry, hard and fast tumble in the bed while they waited for Jessie and Jacob to decide where they wanted to go that night. “‘Fraid so. We’re all booked for Cuvee tonight.”“Leave it to Jessie to pick a wine bar when she can’t even drink,” she giggled softly.“Well, in all fairness, they do have pretty good food now,” he said, joining in on the laughter. “She must be craving something in particular is my only guess.”Aiden shook her head and rubbed lazily at her eyes. “I’ll trust her judgment
A small smile played on her lips as she found herself getting lost in her grandfather’s words, the scenes playing in her head as he retold the story of the night he met Adelaide. She was almost giggling out loud by the time Mitch came back with the drinks. She looked up with a smile and the relief washed over him to see it. “What did you end up picking?” she asked with growing curiosity. “Grown up variety dirty vodka martinis,” he replied with an answering grin. “Perfection,” she said with a happy sigh and moved over so he could drag his chair to sit beside her. “Look. It’s his version of the night he met Nan,” she said, pointing at the start of the story. Mitch settled in close beside her to read, laughing every now and then at Bill’s colorful language and masterful turns of phrase - ‘rat bastard’ was one that stuck out at him, and an echo of Bill’s voice saying that exact thing sounded off in the depths of his memories. “From what I remember, he was quite the character,” he said
Stacks of deposit books, some old-looking certificates, and a small, leather-bound journal greeted her gaze. Under the journal were a few small velvet jewelry boxes. Aiden felt her brow furrow before she looked up, confused, and opened the journal. The same scrawling hand from her grandfather’s note covered the pages and she quickly glanced over the contents. Like the letter, it was addressed to her. She thumbed through a few pages while Mitch stood by, patiently waiting for it to dawn on her just what everything in there meant. “It’s… wow. It’s basically a long letter to me about his life and how he met Nan…” She smiled. “It’s actually really beautiful to hear all this from his perspective.” One line in particular caught her eye and her gaze widened just so. “Well. That’s how he knew my name,” she said with a slightly emotion-choked voice. “My parents let him pick it.”She smiled up at him with just a hint of tears shining in her eyes and he drew her in for a soft kiss at that momen
“What do you mean, what was left in his care?” Aiden asked, slightly confused. She knew from the note that there was some story awaiting her, but even though Edward had passed, she figured whatever it was had died with him. TJ cleared his throat and came to a stop outside a heavily locked door. “Before he passed the torch to me, my father informed me of a few client files that had some… extra requirements attached to them. You were expected to turn up years ago, according to what is in his notes. Bill died under… unusual circumstances, you see. Maybe even suspicious ones. So when you didn’t, and no one else came calling, my father wrote down his account of Bill’s story and put it together with a file he kept under lock and key… Until today, I guess,” he finished up before unlocking the heavy door and pushing it open. “I’ll have to ask you to wait out here before we head to your deposit box.”Aiden was speechless, barely registering that Mitch had taken hold of her good hand while eye
At that, Aiden couldn’t help but laugh, doing her best to smother it behind her hand and failing miserably. “A stage five clinger,” she murmured between giggles, still trying not to give him too hard a time while also trying desperately not to call Sammy’s attention back their way. But she couldn’t help herself; if she were honest, it was a refreshing break from the questions that had been filling her head in the short time since they’d found the passageway. Mitch finally gave in, too, and gave a laugh of his own. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”"Well, I mean… she's ridiculous, and that's why I'm having a hard time keeping a straight face, not because of the situation. Throwing herself at you isn't a good look at all. But on a serious note, no means no, across the bar." Mitch nodded in agreement just as Sammy wandered back into the lobby and Aiden couldn’t help but send a look her way as the teller was trying, too obviously, not to get caught staring, seemingly trying to determine if Ai
A short while later, Aiden had hopped out of the passenger side of her Thunderbird and waited, almost impatiently, for Mitch to join her on the sidewalk. Dutifully, she’d allowed him to drive so she didn’t bust her hand open again, but it had only served to give her too much time to think, leaving her antsy and unable to calm down without the benefit of concentrating on a tangible task. She could barely contain the growing anxiety and curiosity over just what might be in that safety deposit box, but she was also dreading it. The cryptic note had been repeated over and over in her mind and both she and Mitch had taken it apart and tried to consider everything it might possibly mean. As Mitch slid his hand into her good one, she practically dragged him through the doors before they made their way to the counter, the mysterious key dangling from her fingers. The teller at the counter eyed them up before her eyes honed in on the key, then their joined hands, before her gaze moved back t
"Whoa!" Aiden exclaimed as they jumped back just in time, steadying themselves against the back of the loveseat."Holy shit. A secret passage," Mitch said, peering inside the dark space. "Did you have any idea this existed?" Aiden shook her head, more than a little interested but also a little freaked out. How had she never known about this, in her own home no less? "No way. I don't think my Nan ever mentioned anything about this." She took a step closer, grabbing her phone and turning the flashlight on, trying to see further inside the extremely narrow passage. "Look, there's a small staircase, just ahead."They exchanged a look. "Do you want to check it out?" Mitch asked, sensing her hesitation. Aiden nodded, but held up one finger. "Yeah, but let me text Jessie first… just in case." "Good call."After she was sure the text went through, Aiden clicked the flashlight back on and they siddled through the narrow passage, toward the short stair. Mitch went first, ducking slightly due
“I don’t know,” Aiden whispered, trying to get it together. “I do. You'd be miserable, both of you, wondering about what could have been. Are you going to keep coming home for holidays when he eventually brings someone new around? Or when he marries her and has kids with her? Not likely.” At the thought of him with someone else, loving her and marrying her and starting a family with her, her middle gave a painful twist, far worse than she could have anticipated. She sucked in a breath. “You’re probably right,” she said quietly. “I’m absolutely right, Aiden. I love you and I love him. And I’m gonna tell him the same… if I see him at all this week, that is,” she couldn’t help but add in with a sly grin before she grew serious again. “Don’t be stupid about any of this. He needs to give you time and space to figure things out, even if its just mental space, but you both need to think good and hard about what you’re willing to compromise to make this work. And don't give me any of tha
It all started with a social media post:'Hey Pebble Point, I’m down for the day! HMU.' --------------------- It wasn’t often Aiden came home anymore. In the handful of years following her graduation from college, many of her friends had scattered from their tiny seaside town and onto brand-new paths. She’d certainly done the same after her Nan had passed away, only too eager to escape that heartbreak and dive into adulthood and adventure in the heart of her favorite City. Nan had raised her since toddlerhood after she lost her parents and, though her roots were and always would be there in Pebble Point, all sense of ‘home’ seemed muted, fading, the longer she spent away. Gone into the ground with those she loved best, and into the wind with everyone and everything she missed most. It was that much easier to justify being away when her life and career were taking off, leading to all the new experiences she’d craved throughout her teenage years. Still, despite getting away from her...
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