chapter 41
Dana drove into the night, heading north on the highway to clear her head. She cranked the radio to maximum volume, mad at herself for being so naïve, for taking Sam back in the first place.
She felt stifled. She rolled down the windows of the car, letting in fresh air. It didn’t take away the weight she felt on her chest.
Dana chided herself. It wasn’t Sam she wanted back, it was the idea of Sam. The idea of the family she wanted. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit that things hadn’t been that good since he moved back. She hadn’t felt the same closeness. Little things started bothering her about him: the way he rolled the toothpaste up from the bottom, the way he sucked his fingers after he ate making an annoying smacking noise, the wet feeling on her cheek after he kissed it.
Had she never noticed this before? Or was she just blinded by her feelings? Suddenly, everything was glaring and annoying. Did she really think a weekend away would change anything?
And then there was Cody.
Why did that picture of him in the magazine bother her so much? If he was a fantasy she needed a reality check. She needed to see him and get him out of her system.
She turned onto I-75. Tampa was now only three hours away.
If she saw him she could put this teenage infatuation behind her and move her life forward.
Three more hours.