Aaden locked up the truck, flung his bag over his shoulder and walked in the house. Every time he went on a long haul, he expected to feel comforted when he finally made it home. The first few times had felt like a blissful reunion, but after five years of driving, he felt like an alien when he walked in the door.
He found them watching a movie in the living room. Anna was cuddled on the couch with Rachael, and Brady was curled in the recliner.
Anna turned when she heard his approach. “I didn’t know you’d be home tonight.”
“I didn’t either. The roads were relatively clear, so I was able to haul ass.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. It was only then he realized that both kids were asleep. “Do you want me to carry them to their beds?”
“That would be great.”
As he was settling the kids, his thoughts returned to Quinn. He never went very long without thinking of her, and on the road he allowed his thoughts to run wild. I wonder what she’s doing now. Does she remember me?
Thoughts of her long red hair and lithe body always made his breath catch in his throat. How was it possible to still feel this way after so many years, especially about a childhood crush? Regret consumed him when he thought of how he’d chickened out and never told her how he felt. The one kiss he’d stolen when they were eight years old in her parent’s front yard was all he really had, which was truly pathetic.
After settling his kids into bed, he went into the bedroom he shared with his wife. He knew she would stay in the living until her movie was finished, so he had time. While he was driving, he’d come up with a plan to reach out to Quinn. It was risky as hell, but if anything, he just wanted closure. Yeah right, he thought. Who am I kidding?
Opening his laptop with clammy hands that were shaking uncontrollably, he clicked on the search engine and logged onto Facebook.
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