The Other Side of Someday by T. K. Leigh Page A

only thing you’ll see when you look at me is a eunuch.”
    I grimaced, a playful look of horror on my face. “But you’re not , are you?”
    “Why?” he asked in a high-pitched voice. “Would that bother you?”
    Shaking my head, I punched him lightly in the arm. “Jackass.”
    “It took you this long to figure that one out? I’m beginning to question your observational skills, Baylee…” He stopped short. “You know what? I have no idea what your last name is.”
    “Why do you want to know? Plan on stalking me?”
    “I don’t need your last name to do that. I know where you live.” He raised his eyebrows in a sinister way, rubbing his hands together.
    “You just gave me a reason to sell my place and move.”
    “Please don’t,” he begged. “The last person who lived there was the neighbor from hell. She was older and, I swear, had super hearing. Anytime I came home from work late and made any noise, she would shout at me. It felt like I was living across the hall from my grandma. Finally, her son decided to put her in assisted living. I had a feeling she wasn’t all there mentally. She was convinced people were breaking into her condo during the day and stealing her dishes. She also had her wedding dress in some sort of display case. She told me that bandits broke in at night and were cutting off pieces of the vintage lace.”
    “Really?” It sounded like someone in my family. I was close with my uncle and father, when he was still alive, but my extended family had more branches than a California redwood. I couldn’t keep track of who was married to whom, which kids belonged to which parent, not to mention all the kids born to teen moms because of unplanned pregnancies. My extended family had lots of baby daddies. I had come across an article one day about a woman having her tenth child from a tenth man and was almost certain I was related to her in some capacity.
    “I asked her son about it when he was clearing out her condo. He said when they were going through her things, they found a big box containing her chinaware. Apparently, she had used it to eat off of but never washed it so it just sat in a box, dirty, for God knows how long.”
    “And the wedding dress?”
    “He discovered a bunch of old and faded doilies around the condo. When he held them up to what remained of her wedding dress, he noticed a striking similarity in the lace patterns. She must have started chopping up her dress and making it into doilies to pass the time.”
    “I hope I never lose my mind like that,” I commented. “I’d rather someone smother me in my sleep than walk around not knowing who I am.”
    “You and me both. Speaking of which… Are you going to share your last name with me?”
    “Morgan. Baylee Morgan…” I trailed off, tearing my gaze from his.
    “What?” Sebby asked, eyeing me.
    “Nothing. It’s just… The last ten years, I was Baylee Cooper. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to call myself Baylee Morgan.”
    “I like it.”
    “What about you?” I asked. “What’s your last name?”
    “Powers.” He offered his hand and I took it in mine. We didn’t shake. We just sat there in silence, absorbed in each other’s touch. When our eyes met, I couldn’t help but think this was something extraordinary… Something magical.
    “Well…” I pulled my hand from his, the angel on my shoulder sternly reminding me that he had a girlfriend. “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, we should probably get on with our questions. Don’t want to make you late for the rest of your day.”
    “Right.” He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “Remember the day we met?”
    “How could I forget? I gave you a bloody nose.”
    He laughed briefly. “Well, after I left the coffee shop that day, I doubled back when I realized I had never gotten your name, but it looked like you were deep in thought, reading a book or something. What was it?”
    His question caught me off guard. The