She couldn't let things go. Couldn't let him go another day without knowing the reality. She owed him that much.
CJ steeled her nerves and pushed clear of the wall, walking back to the porch. The dog had already forgotten her, and was sprawled out in a spot of sunshine, not bothering to lift his head when she approached. The front door was closed, but she hedged her bet that Nick never fixed the lock. The knob turned and she stepped inside. The cabin was dark, and slightly warmer than outside from the glowing embers still in the fieldstone hearth. Very little had changed in eight years. The flat monitor on the wall had been upgraded, and the rug in front of the fireplace might be different, but everything else was just the same as she remembered, from the soft leather couch with the red and blue woven blanket on the back to the handcrafted wood cabinets in the kitchen. The air smelled of burning hickory and bacon, with an underlying aroma of the soap she knew he used.
Her eyes burned and she blinked hard to keep back the tears. She refused to let this turn into anything to do with her. Nothing she felt, nothing she wanted, would come into play. Tonight, she would condemn herself for being stupid and naïve, but not now.
She closed the door and stepped inside, her shoes muffled by the braided rug covering the wide plank floor. CJ walked past the end of the couch and looked to her right to the archway leading to the joining bedroom. There was no door, nothing blocking her view to the large wrought iron bed that sat against the far wall, or to keep her from seeing Nick where he sat on its edge, his elbows resting on his knees with his head down.
CJ swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to enter the room, unprepared for the onslaught of memories that bombarded her when she curled her fingers around the cool metal framework of the footboard. Nights of lovemaking, mornings of waking in his arms… they all came back in a vicious wave.
"What part of leave was confusing?"
CJ closed her eyes against the hate and anger in his voice. "I will leave—"
"Yes, you will."
"You have to hear this first, Nicky."
His head snapped up and he glared at her. "There is nothing you can tell me that I want to hear."
CJ released the footboard and slipped a trembling hand into the hip pocket of her dress, her fingers curling around the microslide she had tucked away there. She extended her hand, palm up, and unfurled her fingers. Nick sat up, staring at the slide, his dark brown eyes darting up to meet hers momentarily. She nodded, jutting her chin toward it.
"Go ahead. See for yourself. Then, if you want me to leave, I will."
Revolution (Future Possible Saga Book One)
Doctor Caitlin Montgomery is of the first generation born in the shadow of Earth’s benefactors and was taught to take them at their word. She left a man she loved because they said so. Now she’s seen the truth. It’s horrible and heartbreaking. No matter how hard it is for her, Nick deserves to know the truth.
His son Michael, the child who supposedly died at birth over two decades before, is alive. Nick didn’t care if the world burned. When Caitlin tells him of the life his son has survived, he is now a man on fire.
In the turmoil of the early 21st century, First Contact expanded our understanding. Now, decades later, some believe the promises and some seek the truth.
“The first book in the Future Possible Saga is a promise to the reader. Even though there will be aliens, battles, spaceships, death, and destruction, at the core will always be heart. So many sci-fi forget that connection is one of the most important parts of a story, Gail R Delaney NEVER forgets!”
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