Neil reconnects with his friends. Closest to Heath Barrett, he sits with the other man, talking and sipping a beer.
“I’m planning on staying, my friend. I’m finally home. Just came by it the long way.”
A pretty blonde woman walked into the clearing. She carried a big, heavy bowl. Neil who was nearby, hopped up, taking it from her. She smiled, her blue eyes meeting his and she laughed. His heart seemed to skip a beat as he took in details. She was tall, for a woman, slender and athletic, with short blonde hair that was cut and styled in a casual, wispy way. Her full lips parted and she smiled.
“Neil Braxton, swear to God, you don’t recognize me!”
He peered at her, holding the heavy bowl in his arms. He set it on the nearby table, taking her hands. “Not little Cynthia Finley?”
“Not so little anymore,”…
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