Ryan Attwood sat in his spacious office, jotting notes down on a notepad. There was a new housing project going on and there was no way that he would have the sketches done by Wednesday. A tiny blonde girl, with a pixie-like haircut, walked in the door, clutching a clipboard, and a stack of mail.
"Mr. Attwood. I have your mail. And Donald called about the new project, and he said he could extend the dead line until Saturday. They hit a snag with the workers," the tiny girl babbled, talking with her hands.
Ryan breathed a sigh relief. He would have more time. He took the mail from his secretary, Tammie, and began thumbing through it in deep thought. Then suddenly, the piercing sound of his phone ringing interrupted his thought. "Hello," Ryan answered.
"Hey baby." A girls voice purred, on the other end. Ryan would know that voice anywhere.
"Hey, Tiffany," he said to his girlfriend on the other end. "I was just calling to say I love you. And too see if you have some food, maybe order pizza, and have a night in. tonight?" Ryan smiled.
Tiffany never cooked and her idea of a home cooked meal was pizza. "Sure, babe. I love you too, okay?"
"Mmmkay. But I love you more. Ryan, hon, I gotta go. Kara is beeping in." Kara was Tiffany's best friend and she was always calling or stopping by. And the girl tended to have bad timing.
Ryan had met Tiffany six moths ago. He had seen her across the room in Starbucks, waiting for her Decaf coffee. She was gorgeous, with silky blonde waves, a tiny body, and big green eyes. Once the Barista handed her the coffee, she reached to pay, and bumped the coffee with her elbow, sending the burning hot beverage flying.
It splashed all over the girl and Ryan, being his usual self, stepped in to "save" her. But this time saving involved cold water and a lot of napkins.
The rest was history. They hit it off immediately, and soon after, they were dating. Tiffany was beautiful, and sweet, but she wasn't……..Taylor.
After their sweet but passionate goodbye, he couldn't get her out of his head. Ryan would be surfing the Internet, only to remember her blog. Or he would see someone reading "A Season For Peaches." Wherever Ryan Attwood went, the sweet memories of the girl who had saved him, were never far from his mind. He would never forget her.
He hadn't seen or heard from her for almost a year. When she first left, Taylor called him everyday. But slowly the phone calls, emails, and Blog comments faded away.
Their lives had changed and there was no use hanging on to a relationship that could never blossom. Ryan hadn't spoken to Summer, in just about as long. Seth had told him that she was off in New York. Seth. There was one person he kept in touch with.
Seth was always calling, and since both of them still lived in Newport, Kirsten and Sandy loved to invite them over. They were busy though, with Sophie, who was now two.
She could be quite a handful, and Kirsten was always insisting that it was just the terrible twos. Seth was convinced that his sister would be devilish for life.
Ryan continued looking though the mail, pulling out anything of importance and tossing out the junk. Suddenly one letter caught his eye. The envelope was familiar, with a gold and maroon stamped logo on it. Harbor High School.
What could his old school possibly want from him? Probably a donation, or something. Ryan ripped open the envelope as he had done in his high school ears, although then he was ripping it open for report cards.
A brightly colored paper fell out on to his desk.
---------------You are invited---------------
What: Harbor School's first annual high school reunion.
Who: Harbor School graduates; the class of '05.
When: September 15-17th
Where: The St. Regis Hotel, in Laguna Beach. Join us for a weekend there, full of nostalgia!
We hope you can attend. Feel free to bring family!
His eyes scanned the paper. A reunion? That would mean everyone from harbor would show up. Everyone. That also included Taylor. Ryan tried to keep his thoughts away from her, but his mind was racing.
Seeing her again. That would be pure bliss. He could wrap her up in his arms and- Ryan stopped himself. He had Tiffany now. Things with Taylor could never be the way they were. It could never be. But as much as his mind said no, his heart screamed YES.
Ryan had to go to this reunion.