What If You by Sandi Lynn (epub ebook reader txt) 📗

“She can see things, and she dreams about things that have or are going to happen.”

“Is she a psychic?”

“I guess you could say that. Anyway, she told me my father wanted me to know the truth, and that he can’t go to wherever it is you go, until I knew the truth.”

“Wow. Okay.”

“I know. It’s crazy, right?”

“No. Not at all. I truly believe in that sort of thing. In fact, not too long after we broke up, my dad took us on a trip to Rhode Island for a vacation. It was kind of a celebratory vacation because the company had turned around. While we there, we went into this shop that sold crystals, spiritual books, cards, and all that other spiritual stuff. My mom was done looking around and decided to go to the shop next door. I told her I would meet her there because I was still looking around. I was still very upset over us, and the woman that worked there walked over to me and told me to hold out my hand. So I did, and she placed this beautiful small pink crystal in my hand, then closed my hand around it. She told me that my sadness wouldn’t last forever and that I’d done the right thing even though I went about it all wrong. She said that when two souls are meant to be together forever, there is nothing, no one, or no circumstance that could ever break them apart. Then she said she saw my future and I was going to marry my soulmate and have two beautiful children. I’ll never forget her because she had an unusual name. Her name was Tillie.”

I swallowed hard as I stared straight at the calm and peaceful water.

“And you did marry your soulmate and have two beautiful children.” I gave her a small smile as I glanced at her.

“I did. How did you know?”

“I saw your profile picture on your Facebook page. Your children are beautiful, Brianna.”

“Thank you, Asher. How about you? What’s going on with you?”

“I work a lot.” I smirked. “There really isn’t much time for anything else.”

“Are you still seeing Everly?”

“Not really. But I’m hoping to change all that.”

“Why don’t you come to the house for dinner tonight. I’d love for you to meet my husband. I know the two of you would get along great.”

“Thanks for the offer and I’m sure he’s a really great guy, but I need to get back to New York.”

“You know I only go for the great guys.” She smiled as she nudged my shoulder with hers.

The limo drove us back to her office and into the parking garage where her car was parked.

“It was really good to see you, Asher. I mean that.” She placed her hand on mine.

“It was good to see you too, Brianna.”

“Next time you’re in Los Angeles, give me a call. That dinner invitation is always open. Here’s my number.” She handed me her business card.

“I will.”

“Have a safe flight home.” She smiled as she climbed out of the limo.

31

Everly

It was nine o’clock by the time I got home. Samantha’s mother had stopped in the shop and insisted I joined them for dinner. She had always been such a good cook and a home cooked meal was exactly what I needed. I hadn’t cooked at all in the past few weeks. Unless you consider making a sandwich, cooking. It was always that I didn’t have time, was too tired, or too sad to cook anything. So I took the easy way out and ordered take out. As I was approaching my house, I could see the shadow of a person sitting on my porch.

“What the hell?” I said as a nervousness crept up inside me. I wasn’t sure if the person was deceased or alive.

The closer I got, the more the person came into focus. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it was Asher. Pulling in the driveway, I parked the car and climbed out.

“Do you always just sit on random people’s porches when they’re not home?”

The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“You’re not a random person, Miss King.”

“What are you doing here, Asher?” I asked with a hint of irritation as I walked past him and unlocked the front door.

“I need to talk to you.”

I sighed as I stepped inside and flipped on the light switch.

“I’m not playing this game anymore. You kick me out, then you need to talk, kick me out, need to talk.”

I set my purse down on the bench in the foyer and went into the kitchen.

“I know and I’m sorry.” He followed behind. “I’m here to apologize to you.”

“A simple text would have sufficed,” I said as I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine.

“I suppose I could have sent you a text, but I figured an in-person apology would be much more sincere.”

“Wine?” I held up the bottle.

“No, thank you. How are you, Everly?”

“I’m good, Asher. I’m really fucking good,” I spoke sarcastically.

“You’re being a smart ass again.” He smiled. “I was beginning to think you weren’t ever coming home. May I ask where you were?”

“With my boyfriend. On a date.”

“You’re lying.” A smirk crossed his lips. “No man besides me would put up with you.”

“Well, that may be true, but you don’t put up with me either.” I held up my glass before bringing it to my lips.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are? Oh shit. Hold on a second,” he said as he walked out the front door. Within seconds, he walked back into the kitchen holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses. “For you, madame.”

“Thank you. What are these for?” I took them and brought them up to my nose.

“I believe I read somewhere that red roses symbolize affection, love and admiration.”

“And?” I arched my brow at him.

“All three of those words apply to you. I missed you, Everly. God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Really? Because I do believe the