The Only One for Me(12)
“Why do you keep telling him that?” Rollin asked.
“Because one day he’ll be back.”
“Do you want him back?” Rollin looked a little stunned by her answer.
She stopped wiping her eyes. “Hell no, I don’t want him back. But right now Jamie needs him in his life. As long as Eric’s parents are here he’ll eventually come back.”
“You truly don’t know where he is, do you?” Rollin asked.
“No I don’t.”
“Well, maybe you should find out for the kids’ sake.”
She nodded. “I was thinking the same thing when I watched all the fathers and sons gather for pictures. Jamie barely smiled for the picture.”
“Why don’t you bite the bullet and contact his sister, Cookie? I heard she’s a changed woman now that she’s found religion. I bet she knows how to reach him. He needs to be a father to his children.”
The tears started again and Corra blotted her eyes. She didn’t like to let the kids see her cry. Rollin was right. She needed a plan to do something she dreaded, but knew she had to do. Find Eric.
Chapter 6
Chris tackled Monday morning with a vengeance. The usual 9:00 a.m. webinar with his direct reports went off without a hitch. Afterward, he attended a meeting at the Boyle County Chamber of Commerce. He even managed to squeeze in a conference call on his way back to the office. Terry was still conducting interviews for customer support representatives. By the end of next week, the business would be fully staffed, and Chris could relax a little.
He spent the afternoon responding to emails and thinking about Corra. Opposite of his desk was a framed poster that he liked to live by. “Truth builds trust.” He hadn’t been totally truthful with Corra about why he hadn’t contacted her.
It was true, his workload had increased in Philly, but he knew as well as she did that he could have made an effort to see her. He flew back whenever his parents needed him, and she knew that much about him. But the accident had shaken him and made him second-guess his decisions.
Plus, he’d never been involved with a woman who had children. Corra was the only woman who’d made him want to reconsider his position when it came to children. But, he couldn’t exactly tell her that, so instead he’d stayed away.
He leaned back in his seat thinking for a minute. If he truly wanted to start a relationship with her he’d have to overcome his apprehension. And he had to end it now.
He picked up the phone and called Corra on her cell phone.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Corra. It’s Chris, were you busy?”
“I’m closing shop and going over to the house to talk to Tayler. The Color of Success has an event this week that we need to discuss.”
“How long do you think that’s going to take? Because I’d like to see you this evening. I thought we could take a ride and talk.”
Silence came from her end. Was she trying to decide if she’d give him a chance or not?
“A ride where to?” she finally asked.
“Nowhere in particular. I just want to spend some time with you.”
“Really?” Corra asked, sounding surprised.
Chris laughed. “Yes. What time do you think you’ll be finished? I can pick you up.”
“Don’t bother coming out here. I’ll call the babysitter and you can pick me up at the house. Do you remember where I live?”
He smiled. “I know exactly where you live. How does seven or seven thirty sound?”
“Make it seven thirty.”
“Okay, see you then.” Chris hung up hoping his plan would bring Corra around. She’d seemed rather cool on the phone just now. He wanted to bring fun-loving, laugh-out-loud Corra back. The rest of Chris’s workday was a blur. He ran through everything in anticipation of picking Corra up after work. He didn’t even go home to eat; instead, he grabbed some fast food that would no doubt give him heartburn later.
At seven thirty on the nose he pulled up in front of Corra’s modest split-level, two-car-garage home. The house had great curb appeal in a family-friendly neighborhood, and conjured up thoughts of a gingerbread house. Several of her neighbors were sitting on their front porches taking in the evening breeze. His hometown had a certain charm that he never found in Philly.
He turned off the engine and jumped out of the car. To his surprise Corra was already walking down the steps. She waved to her neighbors.
He walked over to open the door for her. She looked beautiful in a long sundress with a short jacket. Her toes were painted hot pink in some flat sandals; her purse was slung across her body like the college kids wore theirs.
“As usual, you look great.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before she could protest.