Free Ragan's Song (Fairfield Corners #2) by L. A. Remenicky Page A

missed him; he always knew what to say to make her feel better.
    “Ragan? You okay?” Cassie asked when she noticed the blonde sitting outside her shop.
    “No. Oh my God, what have I done?”
    “Come on, Ragan; let’s go in and sit in my office where it’s private. I’m sure you don’t want to share what’s wrong out here in public.” She took Ragan’s hand, pulling her to her feet and into the store. “Mel, can you watch things for a while?”
    “Sure, Cassie. Take your time. I’ll holler if I need anything.”
    Ragan stood there and listened to their exchange while the tears trickled down her face in rivulets. A huge hole had replaced her heart; there would be no use in denying it.
    Cassie ushered her into the office, shutting the door behind them before leading her to the couch in front of the window. “Now, tell me what’s wrong. Is it Skylar? Your parents?”
    “Everyone is fine, except for me. I just left Skylar with Adam.”
    “Don’t you trust him? I’m sure Skylar will be fine.”
    “It’s not that I don’t trust him. I’d trust him with Skylar’s life. I know how he feels about family and now he knows that Skylar is his family.”
    “Then what?” Cassie asked as she lifted the box of Kleenex from her desk. “Why are you so upset?”
    “It was how he looked at me. The hate in his eyes.” She blew her nose and dabbed at her tears. “How could I have kept Skylar from him all this time? What kind of person does that make me?”
    “You were heartbroken. I don’t know that I would have reacted any differently.”
    “I didn’t want to, but…” she stopped when she realized what she almost said.
    “Didn’t want to what?” Cassie asked with a look of concern.
    “Never mind. I don’t even remember what I was going to say.” She looked at her phone and discovered she still had almost two hours until she could pick up Sky. “How about some lunch? My treat.”
    “You’ll eventually tell me what’s going on. I know there’s something you’re holding back; I know you too well,” Cassie pocketed her phone and held out both hands to pull Ragan up off the couch. “Let’s go to the diner. Their chocolate crème pie will put a smile on your face.”
    Ragan followed Cassie out of the bookstore and down the street, vowing to herself that she would never reveal her biggest secret—the real reason for leaving so long ago.

 
     
    Chapter 17

     
    Two days later Ragan moved into the rented house that Logan owned while still wondering at how she had ended up there. There, as in Fairfield Corners and there, as in Logan’s house, where she’d spent so much time three years ago with Adam.
    Mark pulled her suitcase out of the back of her car as she unlocked the door and let it swing open. When they entered the living room, it was shrouded in shadows as if it were waiting for the sun to shine again. Some of the furniture had changed, but the memories were still there, most notably the one of the love she had shared with Adam. She successfully fought the tears, not wanting to explain to Mark about the memories in this place.
    Pulling open the curtains, she smiled as light filtered into the living room. She spotted an empty corner of the room that would be perfect for Skylar’s toys. He was going to be unmanageably spoiled if her mom and dad didn’t quit buying him a new toy every time they took him anywhere. However, she felt grateful that Skylar would be staying with her mom and dad on this particular night; she needed time to organize a few things, and some private time to reflect might help, too.
    Several hours later, everything had been unpacked and put away, since the bulk of their belongings still resided in London. She had given away most of the possessions she had from her marriage to Liam, since she had never been one to collect a lot of material things, and what little remained would eventually have to be dealt with; but not today.
    Mark had offered to stay and help for a while,