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he repeated. At this, she smiled, and it seemed to come from farther down than usual.
"I miss your smile," he said simply.
Tentatively, she lifted her fingers and touched his cheek. "And what else?"
His face flushed with the realization of what she was doing. "I miss here," he said,
sliding his hand up the sleeve of her sweater to touch the inside of her elbow. "And I
miss here." He lifted a finger to her temple and drew it down to her jaw. Unmistakably,
she leaned toward him. As she did, he drew back. "But more than all of that," he
dropped his voice to a whisper, "I miss being with you. I just . . . I miss being with you."
He stood up and walked out of the room, leaving her sitting there.
She looked down at her hands. Slowly, she pressed her fingers into her wrist again.
Beat-beat-beat. One of these days, it's all going to come back to you.
***
part five: trace
"It's all about you and me, Lindley, so Happy New Year." Pacey walked into the Ryan
living room with a bag of chips under one arm and a six-pack of beer in the other hand.
Jen was lounging on the sofa with her eyes fixed on the football game. He dropped the
chips on the table and peeled off a beer for each of them. "Who needs family when we
have each other?" He handed her a can, picked up her feet, sat down, and lay her legs
back across his lap.
"I don't know if Grams really thought I was going to go with her, but the last thing I want
to do on a family holiday is see my parents." She opened her drink, and he did the
same. "Thanks for coming over."
"Hey, I was grateful for the company. I actually figured there'd be a shindig at Chez
McPhee, but seeing how everyone we know is soaking up the warm California sun, the
pretentious French atmosphere, or a certain bespectacled new beau, I figure that leaves
you and me." He squinted at the television. "Who's winning, anyway?"
"The guys with the tight pants and the big butts."