The Heart Won’t Forget by Sheri Lynn

The Heart Won’t Forget by Sheri Lynn


Frannie thought she had life all figured out. Don’t get involved. No expectations means no disappointments. And that’s exactly how she chose to live her life with her four-year-old son over the last three and a half years. Safe and quiet.

But in the span of ten days, her safe, quiet life starts to fall apart. Corey, an ex-boyfriend, moves back in next door. He apologizes for breaking her heart, and wants another chance. He’s as good looking as ever, and their children pick up their friendship right where they left off. But Frannie can’t forget the agony she experienced when he left her.

Adam, her ex-husband and son’s father, also comes back into her life. He was her first love, and they had remained in each other’s life for their son’s sake – as friends. Now he’s forcing her to confront the pain of her past in the hopes of ensuring a better future, one that includes him. He’s different than the young man she married just out of high school. He’s confident and commanding.

Frannie has a difficult, life-changing decision to make. Give a relationship with Corey another try, or give Adam and their failed marriage another try. Or, is she better off alone following her safe and quiet life plan? Which man will step up to win her heart? Which man is strong enough to convince Frannie she is safe with him?

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At dinner, the brothers decided they wanted to go down to the local bar for a little night life. Not without the women, of course.

When they first arrived they found an empty table, and it was a good thing they did. The place became packed as the night went on. The band played the usual crowd favorites, so they danced a lot. She and Adam hit the dance floor more than they used to, but on some songs, she hit the floor with just Lydia and Naomi.

Though attentive, Adam didn’t smother her. He did his own thing, talked with his brothers and other friends. He had a stool for her each time she came to the table, and his arm never left the back of it, but he didn’t inundate her with excessive affection. Even when they danced together, he treated her like he would anyone else. They both seemed relaxed and were enjoying themselves, but she couldn’t help but remember how it used to be, when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Several high school acquaintances came up to them and they played catch up. She enjoyed hearing about the couples still together, new couples never imagined, and their children. All of them still thought she and Adam were married, so she went along with it. She couldn’t think of any reason not to.

Coming off the dance floor again, she knew her thighs would ache tomorrow. She didn’t see Adam. Guzzling some ice water, a pretty woman approached her. “Frannie, I’m sure you don’t remember me. I was a year under you in school. Brandi Keller?”

She didn’t recognize her face, but she thought she recognized the name. “I’m not sure.” She wore jeans too, and a cardigan. She had shoulder length auburn hair and was cute.

“You two look good together. No one would ever believe you aren’t still together,” Brandi stated, her words conveyed a sadness, and she looked misty-eyed.

Not knowing how to respond, she stared at her. What did she mean by no one would ever believe they weren’t still together? How did she know they weren’t? She didn’t wonder long. Adam came to the table and halted. His face answered it all. His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open for a moment before he addressed her, “Brandi, how have you been?” He didn’t move any closer to the table, he held his distance from both women.

Brandi’s bottom lip quivered, and she sniffled. “Not as good as you it seems. I’m happy for you.” She took off towards the bathrooms.

Adam watched her, then turned to face Frannie; it was obvious he didn’t know which woman to deal with first. Frannie made the decision for him. “Go after her. She means enough to you that you told her about our divorce.” Turning, she left him standing there and headed for the door.

A jealousy unlike any she had ever experienced engulfed her. Though yesterday she experienced a few similar moments thinking Adam might be married, coming face to face with someone similarly important to him she fluctuated between moments of pure rage and moments of pure anguish. He thought enough of Brandi to share a secret he didn’t share with a single soul. She didn’t learn until just last night that everyone thought they were still married, except for Brandi, obviously.

“Frannie! No! You don’t just get to walk away and bury your head in the sand. Not this time!” Adam yelled his words across the parking lot, but she quickened her pace. It’s not like he wouldn’t catch up to her, she had nowhere to walk to.

Why was she so upset anyway? It’s not like he belonged to her anymore. Was she fool enough to think other women wouldn’t want him?  She wanted him to be hers. She never thought he wasn’t. Never imagined him not being hers. What had she done all these years? Did she think he would just sit around and wait for her to get her shit together? Yeah. She did. She didn’t truly appreciate him. As a father, yes, but not as a man.

The car beeped indicating he unlocked it with the fob. “Get in the back seat. Now! We are going to talk until we get this all talked out!” He walked to the other side and got in the backseat. He pushed open the opposite door for her.

“I’m not getting in there with you.” Crossing her arms across her chest, she backed away from the car. “Were you hoping she would be here? Are you just trying to hurt me?” Even as she spoke the words, she didn’t believe them. This, in itself, made her angrier, angrier at herself.

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I grew up an Army brat, so my childhood involved moving every three years. However, truly a southern gal, I currently reside in Alabama with my husband, two golden retrievers, two chihuahuas, a mean cat, turtle, and a teenage daughter. I have two sons, who live on their own, and a stepson and stepdaughter.
Romance novels have always been my first reading choice. I’m a hopeless romantic, and that trait materializes in every aspect of my life. “Wearing your heart on your sleeve” has been a common phrase repeatedly heard throughout my life. Writing romance and happily ever afters comes naturally.
Whether a result of my childhood, or not, I love to travel. Warm weather and beautiful beaches are always my choice destination.

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