Do Over

By Rebekah Jonesy

Joan has spent the last several years building her career and traveling the world. For the first time she is able to take a vacation before she starts her new assignment in her hometown. It's a trip down memory lane that leaves her wondering what could have been. And that question is made even more poignant when she runs into Brad again. During college they tried to get together but circumstances always kept them from getting very far.
"What might have been" turns into "what can be" so long as they don't let fires, floods and overtime stand in their way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebekah Jonesy
• Release date: Dec 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310087158

Rebekah Jonesy

Rebekah is a self published author. A military wife, she works from her home with her three cats and dog. She has a passion for reading, writing, research, and cooking. She is stuck in an ongoing fierce battle with the evil commas that taunt her as she works.

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Do Over

By Rebekah Jonesy

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

About the Author

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Chapter 1

Joan stood outside in her pajamas, letting the warm night soak into her. It was late, but she couldn't sleep. She had been traveling for the last day and a half and it had left her restless and excited. Her job moved her all over the world, so she was used to the hassles of traveling. It was where she had traveled to that had her mind buzzing with half formed thoughts.

I don’t know which is louder, the cicadas or all the thoughts running around in my head. She wrapped her hands on the porch railing, leaning forward and taking a deep breath of the night air. The scent of honeysuckle and rain eased over her, calming her and bringing a wistful smile to her face. A feeling of peace settled in and something else she hadn’t felt in a long time. Home. I’m home. That’s what this feeling is.

She turned around, taking in the porch she was standing on and the house behind her. Her mother’s house hadn’t changed much in the ten years she had been gone. It was both reassuring and unsettling. It’s like nothing here has changed. But I have. I’m nothing like the girl that left here to go to college then immediately set out across the world. I wonder how much everyone else has changed. We’ve kept in touch, but we haven’t seen each other in so long. Will we all still get along?

Doubt swirled inside her. She had experienced a lot while she was gone; had grown and changed. She knew that her friends that still lived here had as well, but their experiences were vastly different. Their paths had taken them down very different roads and now she was going to see if those paths could meet up again. Her thoughts turned to her best friend. I know Lila and I won’t have any problems. We're too solid to let this interfere. So at least there’s that. And as long as I have my mom and my best friend, who else do I need really? But even as she thought that, she felt a tiny pang of loneliness. They had all been so close before. A solid core of friends that all supported each other and had kept her from feeling cut off while she was away. As always, when she was feeling lonely a memory came back to her. Sitting at Lila’s house with their group of friends. Brad Mikelson smiling as he said, We should go out some time.

If only… Joan sighed. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. It’s useless wondering what if. We didn’t. That’s not going to change. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I still would have left. And I am sure he’s moved on since then any way. He probably has a wife and kid. Just like everyone else except me. Nothing is going to be the same as it was back then. I just have to hope that things aren’t too different. Realizing that her sour mood was probably due to her exhaustion, Joan turned and walked back inside.

She closed the front door quietly, not wanting to wake her mother, and made her way down to her room. That, at least, was the same way she had left it. But curling up in her familiar bed with her familiar comforter brought her no respite. She felt like a butterfly trying to fit back into its old cocoon. The blanket was too heavy, the room was too small, and the night was too dark and quiet. In the quiet her thoughts seemed even louder. Without thinking, she reached for her tablet that she always kept on a bedside table. The easiest way she had found to stay connected was online, and she needed that feeling now.

The first thing she did, as always, was to check her work email. There was nothing new there. No new project had cropped up to shorten her vacation time. Satisfied that she would have time to settle in, she headed for Facebook. She had created an event for a party the next day. She opened the event and checked to see if anyone else had accepted the invitation. A few new maybes, but over half the people she had invited still had not responded. She knew, when she thought about it rationally, that most people would not have had time to see and respond yet. It had only been two days since she set it up; and only four since she had found out she would be in town. Her friends had lives of their own to live and not all