The last thing she wanted to do was look like a clown or something. Chris had phoned to check in with her. She’d tried to talk to him about tonight, but he wasn’t having any of it. She avoided going to his place, but against her better judgment, she’d walked past her old home, the home he’d sold after Claire died. She needed to put her relationship with Chris into some kind of perspective. He was not her lover or boyfriend. Chris was Claire’s husband, and her sister was dead. Any feelings she had for him were wrong, and she needed to stop them from taking any kind of form. She was twenty-six with no chance of settling down. Rachel still wanted to have a life, become a mother, a wife, and have the dream of a family. Chris was not part of her life. He’d told her before that he was done with having a family and trying to have a life that meant happiness. Her cell phone buzzed, and she saw it was Chris dialing her. Rolling her eyes, she clicked accept on her phone and listened to him talk.
