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I'm back as our countdown to the release of Bittersweet continues. To celebrate, I'm sharing a deleted scene from Love Edy here. Both books are available through Amazon for the Kindle and in paperback.

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Deleted Scene w/ Edy and Wyatt

“Up here,” Edy hissed, a head peeking out from the roof.

Wyatt stepped back, snapped a twig under his Converse, and cursed. The inadvertent looks at the darkened Pradhan home came natural, as he wondered why Edy insisted on meeting on her roof of all places.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “Come up, already, before someone sees you.”

He had no idea how she got up there and was afraid to attempt without instruction, but didn’t want her to think less of him.

“How do I do it?” he whispered, troubled by the change in his voice that injected a squeak when he deemed it least helpful.

“Use the tree,” she said.

There was an oak that stretched from the grass, jutting branches into windows and sweeping the rooftop. Wyatt looked at it in uncertainty.

“Hurry before someone sees you!”

As if to threaten this, a light came on on the first floor of the Pradhan house. His bladder burned.

“I’m not sure I can do it,” Wyatt admitted, feeling the sweat gather at his pits.

“There’s a knob in the center. Stick your foot there and use the branches to pull yourself up.”

He did as she said and scaled the oak, tumbling onto the roof and nearly hurling up his heart.

He’d never climbed a tree before.

“Shush Wyatt.” She pulled him up with a frown, and stole a look at the Pradhan house. “Do you know how much trouble I’d be in if we got caught?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and saddled closer to her in the nipping air.

“This is great,” he said. “How long have you been coming up here?”

She shrugged. “Since I was six, I think.”

He was going to ask her if Hassan often joined up there, but refrained, not really wanting to hear the answer.

She had a book and a blanket up there as if she camped out often. When she patted the space next to her, he moved even closer, so they were thigh to thigh. She even offered him a square of blanket, which he took.

“Are you really sad?” Edy asked, eyes big and innocent, glistening with worry.

“A little,” he admitted. “But my mom comes and goes. I'm used to it.”

She screwed off the top on her thermos and handed the steaming liquid to him. They were close now, close enough to share the cup.
Wyatt took a sip. It was cocoa.

“Do you hate her?” Edy said.

It was the question he’d been asking himself, demanding really, in those dark moments. Sometimes, he thought he knew the answer. Other times, he only desperately wanted the answer.

Wyatt drew knees to his chin and sighed. “No,” he said and turned his face to the heavens. The twinkle of a few stars and an over-sized moon hung in a private world meant for two.