Restart (The Revival Series)

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Authors: Claire Thake
              “Oh erm, no, err, that’s for my son. Sorry, I didn’t expect to bump into anyone. This is crazy.”
                      “Very crazy!” he smiled at her and Leah felt her stomach flutter in attraction, she wanted to scold herself. She was a married woman with children, it wasn’t right to feel an attraction to another man, even if she didn’t plan on acting on it.
                      “I’m sorry, I need to run, as I’ve left my daughter in the car,” she murmured, gesturing towards the front of the store.
                      “Not a problem, I will message you later. It would be lovely to meet up when you are free. Catch up on old times,”
                      Leah smiled at Greg, finding herself excited at the prospect of seeing him again.
                      “I would really like that,” She said, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
                      “Talk soon then Leah,” he said, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek, before turning and walking in the opposite direction. Leah’s cheeks flushed, and a tingling warmth spread through her body at his lips touching the soft skin of her cheek. She put her fingers to her face, to the spot where he had kissed her.
                      Pulling herself together, Leah quickly went to the checkout and paid for her shopping before making her way back to the car and to Emma, who had changed every single radio station Leah had programmed into the radio.
     
     
    When Leah and Emma walked through the front door, Ryan was leaning against the door jamb to the kitchen, as if he had been waiting for them.
                      “Emma, go and get settled and get some rest sweetheart, you’ve had a traumatic day,” he said in a near whisper.
                      Emma nodded at her father and gave her mother a shy smile before turning and making her way up the stairs to her room.
    “Where’s Ben? Upstairs?” Leah asked, trying to make conversation.
                      “Yes, he’s doing his homework,” Ryan replied turning sharply and walking into the kitchen.
    Leah sighed and dropped her bag by the door, hung up her coat and kicked off her shoes. Praying it wouldn’t be long before she could go and relax in a nice hot bubble bath and wash away the stress of the day. She followed Ryan into the kitchen, putting the shopping bags onto the table; he was leaning against the sideboard by the sink, his head bowed.
                      “Coffee?” Leah asked, walking across to the kettle on the counter. Ryan spun around so fast it made Leah jump.
                      “Our daughter just spent the afternoon in the hospital and all you have to say is ‘coffee’?”
                      “Ryan please don’t shout, it was an accident, but she is fine..”
    “FINE! I somehow don’t think coming home with a broken arm is FINE! She has school, she has gymnastics, and she will get behind in everything all because of an ‘accident’. This isn’t good Leah not at all and you don’t seem like you care,”
    “Of course, I care! She’s my daughter, I hated seeing her in pain, but what can I do! It’s not as if I pushed her is it! It was an accident, she will need a short time away from gymnastics but it won’t hurt her, in fact, the break may do her good. As for school it’s her left arm not her right, so she shouldn’t suffer there,”
    “Oh well that makes everything ok then doesn’t it!” Ryan spat back at her, causing Leah to take a step backwards. She hated Ryan when he got in one of these moods. It had been a while since he had been so angry but each time he scared her. She knew he would never hurt her but the venom in his eyes made her want to cower away from him.
    Tears streamed from Leah’s eyes, unable to hide the hurt

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