Myra was waiting outside her building for a taxi when she saw Cody coming down the sidewalk. She hadn’t seen him since the breakup. He looked so good in that uniform. Nothing had changed. She was still crazy about him. Her heart began to pound as he walked over to her. Although she was in heels, he still towered over her. His eyes traveled slowly over her and then back to her face. She could see the admiration and desire in them. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly.
“Thank you.” She knew she sounded a little breathless but she couldn’t help it. He had that effect on her. “How have you been?”
“Busy,” he replied. “I just finished my shift and was on my way home. What about you?”
“I’ve been busy too.”
“You’re all dressed up. Do you have a date?”
“Who is he?”
“A friend of a friend.”
“How long have you been going out with him?”
“A couple of weeks now.”
“It kills me that you’re with another guy, Myra.”
She swallowed hard. “You’re engaged, remember?”
“I know,” he muttered tightly. “But that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I miss you. I miss us.”
She closed her eyes. “Cody…”
Without warning, Cody cupped her face between his hands and his mouth sought hers. Unable to help herself, she kissed him back. Passersby glanced at them. A cop kissing a civilian–it wasn’t something you would normally see on any given day, but the two of them were oblivious to the attention they were drawing.
For several minutes, they exchanged passionate kisses filled with intense longing before she pulled away. When he would have reached for her, she moved away. “We can’t do this,” she cried. “You have a fiancee and I have to move on.” Just then, her taxi pulled up. “Goodbye, Cody. Take care of yourself.” She hurried to the taxi, trying to keep it together. The last thing she wanted was to break down in front of him. She opened the door and got in.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at him as the taxi drove away. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. I have to move on. I have to get him out of my system. We have separate lives now. His life is with Emilia and mine may be with Delmar, if things work between us. Delmar is a great guy but…She closed her eyes. He’s not Cody. No man will ever be Cody.
Cody watched the taxi drive away, his face flushed before he turned and headed in the opposite direction. He got into the parked squad car and sat there for several minutes, his hands gripping the steering wheel. All sorts of emotions churned inside him–jealousy, desire and anguish. On top of that he was tired from a long day but he knew that trying to relax when he got home was out of the question. All he could think about was Myra and that she was in another relationship. What did you expect, he chided himself. That she would put her life on hold for you?
A couple of years had gone by since Myra broke up with him but nothing had changed where his feelings for her were concerned. He was still madly in love with her. When she broke up with him he was devastated. He felt like a jerk for not telling her that he was engaged before they became involved but he was afraid of losing her. Which is what ended up happening anyway. He shook his head now. What a royal mess of things he had made. What on earth was he going to do now? And then it dawned on him that marrying Emilia would be a huge mistake. Emilia deserved to spend the rest of her life with a man who loved her, not someone else.
He was going to stop by her place later and break the news. He wasn’t looking forward to it. She was an amazing woman. Any guy would be lucky to have her. I’m just not the guy for her. He started the engine and pulled away. Ten minutes later as he pulling into his neighborhood, he noticed the driver in front of him was driving erratically. His shift had ended fifteen minutes ago but he couldn’t let this go without further investigation. He pulled the car over and approached it with caution.
Myra let herself into her apartment. It had been a pleasant evening. Dinner and dancing but at the end of it she knew that she couldn’t continue seeing Delmar. After she told him that it wouldn’t work out between them, she hailed a taxi outside of the restaurant and came straight home. She knew she had done the right thing in breaking up with him. He deserved better. All through dinner she had been distracted, thinking about Cody and the kiss. Her face felt hot at the memory.
Maybe the best thing to do was to put dating on hold for now–at least until she had gotten over Cody. In the meantime she would travel, find a new hobby and maybe volunteer. Her mind was whirling with all these thoughts and ideas which sounded great but were they practical? A nice hot shower and some hot chocolate were exactly what she needed right now.
She was about to go to bed when the doorbell rang. Who on earth could be stopping by at this late hour? Shaking her head, she went to find out and her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was Cody. She opened the door. “It’s late,” she said. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from traveling over his tall frame clad in the white shirt and jeans. She wanted to reach up and brush the hair back from his forehead.
“I know it’s late,” he replied, his expression tense. “And I’m sorry for stopping by uninvited but I had to see you.”
“I have something very important to tell you.”
“It must be for you to come here at this late hour.”
“I broke off my engagement.”
Myra’s eyes widened. “Really?” she exclaimed. “Why did you do that?”
His eyes darkened on her face. “I think you know why, Myra.”
“Why don’t you spell it out for me so that there’s no room for any misunderstanding.”
“I can’t marry Emilia when I’m still in love with you. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”
“So, you’re no longer engaged.”
“No. I’m a free man now and I’m yours if you still want me.”
They were moving closer to each other until they were standing inches apart. “I still want you,” she murmured. “I never stopped.”
“Even when you were with him?”
“Yes, even then.”
“So, are you still going to see him?”
“No. I broke up with him.”
“So, you’re a free woman.”
“Yes and yours if you still want me.”
His response was to pull her roughly in his arms, making her catch her breath. “I’ve never stopped wanting you,” he muttered thickly before he kissed her.
He ended up spending the night and two years later, they got married.
If Two People Are Meant To Be Together, Eventually They’ll Find Their Way Back.