“I saw him yesterday,” Edge told his sister, Terry, when she called while he was waiting for his first coffee of the day. “I was at one of the clubs to have a good time. He was on his way out, and he literally ran into me.”
“Let me guess. He welcomed you back with open arms and said that he forgave you for being the biggest jackass of all time, and that now that you were back, the two of you could pick up right where things left off.” Terry could be the biggest smartass on the planet. “I told you then that you were being a jerk.”
“You were sixteen. Everyone was a jerk then.”
“Maybe,” Terry conceded. “But I was still right, and you know it. That job that started this whole thing was just an excuse because you were scared of all the things Pat wanted, and by the way, he has and you don’t. I still see him every now and then.”
“Does he talk to you?” Edge asked.
“Of course he does. I’m not the douche who left him. That was you. I’m just your sister, and that daughter of his is beautiful and wonderfully smart. I used to see them more than I do now that they moved.” She was taunting him—it was another of her skills.
“How come you know all this and I don’t?”
“Maybe because I still live in Harrisburg and you moved to Boston nine years ago and never looked back until everything went to shit and you decided to come home.”
Edge wanted to growl at her, but he couldn’t because she was right, no matter how much attitude she threw his way. “Can you knock it off for a few seconds at least?”
“Fine, but what fun is that? You still have feelings for the guy you ran out on years ago, probably when he needed you the most. Edge, I gotta tell you that if you did that to me, I’d probably tell you to fuck off too. I mean, it has been nine years, as I said. He has a life that doesn’t include you. What did you expect, that he’d spent the entire time you were gone wishing he had you back? Come on. You’re an interesting guy, but nobody waits around for someone that long.”
“Okay,” Edge sighed. “But it was good seeing him again. He looks good, and—”
“So you’re the one still carrying the torch. That’s priceless and pathetic. You were the guy who left, remember?” A cry rose behind her. “Look, I gotta go. Margie needs to be changed and fed, and I think you need to get over yourself and realize that the past is that past and that it’s probably best if it stays there. I know things fell apart, but you have a good job here, and you’re building a life again. You just need to realize that your life isn’t going to include Pat.”
That was harder than Edge thought it would be. He’d had nine years, and even after all the things he’d done and the places he’d been for his art, none of them had ever measured up to what he’d had with Pat. Edge knew he’d screwed up in a major way, though it had taken him months to realize it, and by then he knew it was way too damn late. “I know, but seeing him brought back all that stuff I thought I’d buried.”
“Nothing is ever buried for long. It always surfaces, and when it does you have to deal with it. Buried emotions are like those coffins that floated up in New Orleans during Katrina.”
“Thanks for that image. Now I’m going to see floating coffins.” He paused and closed his eyes as the images floated through his mind. “I’ll let you go.” His sister would need to get the kids ready for daycare.
Can you tell that I’m finding Andrew’s books now when everyone has been telling me to read them for like…EVER! Well, he has written another winner. But there were a few things that bugged me. In some places, it was truly predictable but I expect that in a second chance romance but here, it just felt off. I didn’t like the fact that Pat was so mean to Edge in the beginning. I understand why he was still hurting over the break-up but it just bugged me. I also got the secret but in the end, Edge deserved to know. But it wouldn’t have been a story now would it?
My favorite character was Edge. I know, I should have liked Pat more but Pat was just a bit too hard for me. I loved his devotion to his mom and Emma but to hole yourself up like he did for 9 years? I’m not sure that I could ever do that. I’m a parent so I get it but come on, he needed to live a little. Of course, the triplets were NOT it. I actually found that scene funny but yet, sad.
Overall, I truly did like Poppy’s Secret. Kids are more resilient than we think and sometimes grown ups just need to realize that. Holding onto that secret almost cost everyone a second chance. Bad Pat…You should really give Mr. Grey a chance when it comes to M/M romance. He writes from the heart and his characters are no different than anyone else. Looking for their HEA.
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