Chapter 17
The evening air wasn’t cold enough. Nothing stopped the house from reminding him of Ashley. Her ghost was in the kitchen, dancing to salsa music.
His bed still smelled of her.
The memory of her smile in the hall floated in the air.
Matt paced from the kitchen to the living room.
He hadn’t heard from his family since that night which only proved he’d made a mistake.
He never should have called Anthony without discussing it with Ashley.
That decision cost him not only peace of mind, but maybe even love.
His phone rang suddenly and pulled Matt out of his reverie where he was now pacing like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. “Brandon, what’s going on?”
“I’ve cancelled all filming for the next two weeks.”
Matt’s muscles clenched. Two weeks of nothing to do? He’d go crazy wishing
