Contents (126)
- The Meeting Point
- Olivia Lara
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- A YEAR LATER
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- June 2
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- June 3
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- June 4
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Help Wanted: Seasonal employment, June–August
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- June 5
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- June 6
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- June 7
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- June 8
- Forty
- Forty-One
- June 9
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- June After Midnight: By Ethan Delphy
- Chapter 15
- Fifty-Two
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 20
- Fifty-Three
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 21
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 22
- Fifty-Four
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28
- Fifty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 29
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 30
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- June 11
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- June 12
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- June 13
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- June 14
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- June 15
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- June 16
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28 (Draft 1 Version)
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Olivia Lara
The fire is getting smaller. Some people leave; others lie in the sand and fall asleep covering their faces with their hoods or small blankets. I’m not chilly or warm and I don’t feel tired. I just stare at her. She’s talked to a few people. A couple of men approached her, but she didn’t entertain them. Remy got tired of trying and moved on to more receptive pastures.
It’s getting darker as the fire is not as strong. Should I text her again and apologize? I look at the phone and that’s when I see it. My text message to her. I wrote it but, in my chaos and rush, never sent it. I manically press send.
Seconds later, Maya checks her phone and smiles. The way I smile when I look at her.
I see her texting something, but I don’t get any message. She puts the phone down, then she picks it up and again it looks like she’s typing something. What is she trying to say? What am I hoping she will say? ‘Why don’t you come then? I’m still here. I would love to meet you and spend the last hours of my birthday with you.’
No message. She does the same thing a few times and I can see the angst in her eyes. She’s struggling. She’s not that kind of woman; I know it. I’ve known it ever since I saw her at the airport. I should say it. I should be a man and not a chicken and say it. Spare her the humiliation of making the first step. We both want the same thing. I think. I hope.
If you’re not too tired and can make it a little longer, the sunrise on Carmel Beach is a once-in-a-lifetime sight. It’s at six. I could… if it’s OK with you, meet you there. There are some large rocks—you can’t miss them—and right next to them, an old green bench.
I don’t stop to analyze. I don’t think about the consequences. About the last hours before she leaves. Just press send. I see her reading and covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes sparkle in the last flickering lights of the fire.
I look away for a few moments, trying to calm my nerves, and when I look again, she’s gone. She’s not by the fire anymore. Where did she go? What did I do? I said too much. I scared her. Jesus! If this is the right thing, there will be signs. She will say yes and everything will work out.
Fifty-Five
I have tears in my eyes. He felt the same way. He actually did.
It wasn’t just me who fell in love that day. It was both of us…
What happened, Max? What changed your mind?
I desperately turn the pages.
June After Midnight
Chapter 29
The phone vibrates. Someone’s calling and it’s not her, so I don’t answer. Let’s not forget this is not my phone. It rings again. Then a text message.