Say You'll Stay by Corinne Michaels Page B

should come to Nashville soon. I have a few gigs lined up,” Emily says as she sips her coffee.
    “I would love that.”
    “I’m sure this is a tough change from the city life.”
    I laugh. “That’s an understatement.”
    “Even though you were raised here?”
    “It’s different from what I remember. I’ve become so used to having everything close. The boys have had a major culture shock.”
    “I bet.”
    We spend time filling each other in on our lives, and people stare as if I’m an apparition. My mother had to have told her friends. It baffles me that anyone is shocked at this point. Then again, I’ve been pretending it wasn’t real by staying at the ranch.
    “I need to head out.” Emily checks her watch. “I hope you and Zach get a chance to talk.”
    “Em, it’s over. It’s been over for almost two decades.” I wish my heart would accept that. Seeing him again, knowing he’s close, has me all torn up inside.
    It’s like I’m fourteen all over again and he’s asking me to go on our first horseback ride. The assured grin he wore, the tight jeans that made his butt look great, and the way his eyes would convey everything he wouldn’t say. We were so young, so in love, and so idealistic.
    “Sure, it is. You know, this town isn’t ready to believe that. We all watched you both. There’s not a single memory I have without you two in it. Your love is the kind people write songs about.”
    Great, my life is a country song. I’m a widow, living on a ranch, driving a truck, and the long-lost “love of my life” and I are face to face. All I need is a dog.
    “I think you all remember things very different. And we’re not in love anymore. Besides, if our love was so special, we would still be together.”
    Emily grabs my hand. “I’m serious, Pres. You’ll see. Y’all are soul mates.”
    I give her hand a squeeze as I shake my head. “There’s no such thing.”
    She stands and grins. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
    I get out of my seat and give her another hug. “I think it’s time everyone lets it go.”
    “Whatever. Love doesn’t let go, it grows stronger. I’ll see you soon?” she asked, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek.
    “Definitely.”
    I open the door to leave and see the truck I’d know anywhere. There’s no way I want to see him. I yank my sweatshirt hood over my head and rush to my car. The more I can avoid him, the safer my heart will be.

    A knock on my office door causes me to stop working. “Zach?” I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and stand. I should’ve known avoiding him wasn’t really going to work when he can roll up any ol’ time he wants. It was only a matter of time.
    “Sorry to stop by without callin’, but the other night wasn’t exactly the best place for us to talk.” He removes his hat and tosses it on the chair. “I saw you in town yesterday trying to be incognito. Figured we should try to be civil.”
    Civil? He can’t just show his face when he wants. He doesn’t belong here. I don’t want to see him at all, much less in my home, the one place that’s my safe haven. Damn him for not taking the fucking hint.
    “Your mother said you were out here. She didn’t throw something at me, so I took that as a good sign.”
    “What are you doing here?” I stand, slamming my hand on the desk. “My mother may not have thrown anything because she’s a proper Southern woman, but I’m not anymore. I’ve spent enough time in the North to not give a shit if I pelt you in the head with a stapler!” I grab it off the desk and rear back.
    “Whoa! Whoa!” he says with his hands raised. “I’m not coming to start anything. I just want to see how you are. I’ve missed you.”
    “Asshole!” I throw the stapler at his head. “You don’t get to miss me!”
    He ducks as it makes a loud bang against the wall. Zach’s eyes widen as his lips turn up. “Seems all those years watching me play ball taught you how to