Summer crossed the street, and a large moving van went by, obscuring his view of her for only a minute, but it was enough time for her to disappear.
Gritting his teeth, he kept himself from roaring her name. She didn’t need any more attention drawn to her, and if he acted like some jealous husband (though he wasn’t), shouting at her in the middle of town, then it would only serve to make the gossips happy.
As cars passed, more than a few drivers waved at him. He waved back, heading to the parking lot where his truck and Summer’s bright green VW Bug was parked, arriving in record time.
It wasn’t there.
He smacked the roof of his truck and then dug into his pocket for his keys. He unlocked the door and started to get inside when another woman yelled his name.
“Bella,” he groaned. “I have to get to Summer.”
“It’ll only take a minute,” Isabella pleaded.
He didn’t have a minute, but this was his sister. “You have one minute.”
Isabella nodded, her normally tan skin pale. “I’m asking you to wait until I’m done before you get upset.”
“Good grief, Bella. I don’t want to hear about Summer and Jeremy.”
Isabella wrinkled her nose. “They’re planning a birthday party for Jemma Leigh. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”
Oh God. His wife was actually trying to do a good deed, and this was how she was paid back. “Fine. I’ll be sure not to spill the beans.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Gabriel blinked, his grip loosening on his truck. He actually felt light-headed. “What did you say?”
“I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do.”
Gabriel saw red. “I’ll kill Peter, that rat bast—”
“You don’t know the rat bastard,” Isabella said, her cheeks flushing. “The father isn’t from around here.”
Learning that the father wasn’t Peter made him feel marginally better. However, the isn’t from around here descriptor didn’t exactly make him all excited.
“Are you disappointed in me?” his sister asked in a small voice.
“Soon as I become the most perfect person on the planet, then I’ll be disappointed with you. Or if the baby’s father is a Romanov,” he joked, unsure of what else to say.
“He’s not a Romanov, but he is the best friend of one.”
Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, wishing he didn’t have to deal with this right now. Selfish, maybe, but he needed to get to Summer before she did something dumb—like skip town, without him.
“When did you meet the best friend of a Romanov?”
“It’s not important, but Gabriel…” Isabella’s voice shook. “I’m scared.”
He pulled his little sister into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”
“Summer said I should at least give the guy a chance to have a choice in the matter.”
“My wife is very smart.” He could only imagine how Summer felt when she learned she was pregnant, and the baby’s father had been killed.
“Can you promise not to tell Mom and Dad?”
Gabriel leaned back. “It’s not my place to tell. It’s yours, but what I can do is support you, in whatever way is best for you and the baby.”
Isabella hugged him tighter. “Thank you. You’re the best big brother a girl could ever have.”
Gabriel smiled. Now all he had to be was the best husband a girl could ever have and convince his wife to stay.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Summer finished packing the last of her belongings as Gabriel walked into their bedroom.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t home sooner, but Isabella needed me.”
“Don’t apologize for helping you sister. She’s family.”
He exhaled and then saw her bags. “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this. ”
“I have to.” She smoothed her faded red t-shirt down over her jeans shorts, and then shoved her hands into pockets that peeked out from beneath the frayed hem. Leaving the clothes Jemma Leigh had let her borrow for an indefinite amount of time was the right thing to do. “I’m leaving you, Gabriel, and it’s for the best.”
“But we belong together.”
“Wish I could say the same.” Coming back home made her entire life muddy. It made her question who she was, where she was headed, and where she’d been.
He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in places. Making her want to smooth it back down. “Tell me why you’re in such a hurry? Is it because you saw me comforting Elise?”
It was on the tip of her tongue to be flippant about the whole thing. To be the old Summer who always came back home with a mountain on her shoulder. “You belong with her, not me.”
Taking a step closer, his indigo eyes seemed to see right through her. “Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?”
“No—I mean, yes.” She pulled her hands out of her pocket and held them up. “Look, I don’t expect you to understand, but there’s nothing here for me.”
“Not even me?”
Pain ricocheted inside of her. She lowered her gaze to stare at his shoes. “I don’t deserve you.” Glancing back up at him, she found his gorgeous eyes full of compassion. “Ivy doesn’t need me in her life.”
His hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb tenderly rubbing her skin. “Maybe you need her in yours, and I sure as hell need you in mine.”
It would be so easy to lean on him, to draw in his strength when she had none of her own. “No, you don’t .You need someone to love you, to be able to go to church with you, and fit in with your friends. Right now, I can’t do all of those things.” Brutal honesty was the only way to make him let go of her.
But he didn’t. His thumb kept up that slow glide. “Yes, you do. You’re just too afraid to admit it.”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” she cried, jerking her head back. “Least of all you, and what you want.”
Gabriel stepped closer. “But you are. You’re afraid to think that you’re worth loving, you think that your past is your present and future. But I’m here to tell you that it’s not. I don’t love you despite your past. I just love you, as you are, as you were, and as you will be. You’re my heart, Summer Edwards.”
Fury and self-loathing bubbled in the pit of her stomach. Why wouldn’t he call her out on the selfishness that had carved its way inside of her?
“Everyone thinks I’m cheating on you with Jeremy Stratford.”
He shrugged. “Who cares what everyone thinks?”
“You do!”
“If I believed the rumors, would I be begging you to stay?”
She frowned. “I don’t know.”
“I wouldn’t be here, but it doesn’t matter because you’re not that woman. You never were. She never existed.”
Why did he have to say such beautiful things? “I’m still leaving.”
“Please stay. For me.”
His words hung in the air, tantalizing and shimmering with temptation. This wasn’t good. Nothing good ever came of them trying to be a couple. “No.” One last desperate try. “I can’t.”
He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. She searched his face. His five o’clock shadow had already made its appearance, then his cheek dimpled. “Stay.”
Wetting her lips, she made the mistake of blinking. The gentle brush of his mouth on hers had her gasping for air.
“You’d be miserable.”
“Stay.” He brushed her lips again, and she trembled. Her eyes were wide open, his closed.
“I’m the town whore, and you’re the idiot who married her.”
“Utter nonsense.” Another kiss, light as a butterfly perched on asters. “Stay.”
Centuries must have passed while he kissed her. While he whispered ‘stay’ against her mouth. While nothing but his lips and words touched her.
She breathed him in. His kiss. His plea.
“Stay.”
Breathe in.
His
tongue glided across her bottom lip.
Breathe out.
“Stay.”
“No.” She wrenched herself away, grabbed her bag, and ran to the silver truck, and not the VW Bug. Hands shaking, she wrenched open the door and climbed inside, but for some reason, she couldn’t put the key in the ignition.
Gabriel appeared on his front porch, his face drawn tight. She stared at him, biting her lip so hard that she tasted blood.
He moved to the steps.
Her hand went to the door to pull it shut, but she couldn’t do that either.
“I’m sorry for failing you, Summer,” he said. “I’m sorry for not being there for you, for expecting you to change when you were perfect as God made you. I failed us, and I’m so damned sorry.”
Tears began to fall. “Stop it,” she whispered.
“I love you, Summer. If you need me to tell you a thousand times a day, I will.”
Bewildered, she shook her head. “Why? Why do you love me so much?”
“I just do.” He ran a hand through his hair again. “I’ve loved you from the start.”
“But you can’t love me,” she said, “not after everything, not after…” She almost choked on the words before saying them. “Not after all I’ve put you through.”
“Grow old with me, right here in this house.” He kissed her forehead. “Have lots of babies with me. Every day, I’ll pick flowers for you to wear in your hair, and together, we’ll watch the kids.”
“Stop it,” she said, but her resolve was weakening. She wanted to stay. Not only was she tired of running, she wanted to be with him. Forever.
He laced their fingers together and helped her out of the truck. “Make this the moment you decided to show those no-good busy bodies that you are here to stay, with me. Always and forever. You don’t have to do this alone, not anymore, and not ever again.”
The last of her walls came tumbling down. Taking a deep breath, she looked him straight in the eye and said, “I’ll stay.”
His blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “You won’t regret it, sweetheart,” he swore.
Then he swept her up in his arms and carried her back into their home.
***
Gabriel squeezed Summer’s hand as they stood on the front porch of Strawberry Grove. She’d stayed. With him.
He still couldn’t believe that particular blessing. It had been almost a week since he carried Summer back inside and made love to her, with promises for the future still fresh in their minds.
“You can do this,” he whispered.
“I love you, angel.”
A grin kicked up the corners of his mouth.
The door swung open just as she raised her hand to knock.
A genuine smile lit her sister’s face. “Summer!” Rose began to embrace her, but her husband appeared, holding Ivy, and Rose let her arms fall to her sides.
“Hang on a minute.” He glared at Summer. “State your business.”
“Sasha, don’t get in the middle of this,” Rose warned, but she stepped back anyway.
Alexander rolled his eyes. No one but Rose called the man Sasha. “Never mind. The town’s do-gooder is here. All is well with the world.”
Ivy wriggled out of his embrace. “Mommy, I want to go play with her.” She pointed at Summer.
Everyone seemed to freeze and breathe at once, except for the little girl. She regarded Summer thoughtfully while Blackbeard rubbed against her legs.
“You’re in a lot of pictures around here,” Ivy said.
Summer smiled, but her hand tightened around Gabriel’s. “That’s because I’m your…your Aunt Summer.”
“You’re more than just my auntie.” Ivy held out her hand. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Summer’s gaze flew to Rose and Alexander. “Can I?”
Rose bit her bottom lip and nodded, her pale blue eyes tearing. “Of course you can. Ivy knows who you are.”
“She does?” Summer slipped her hand into Ivy’s, and a bittersweet expression bloomed on her face. “Why?”
Alexander cupped Rose’s shoulders, his eyes kind for once. “Because it was the right thing to do.”
“Because you’re my sister, and I love you,” Rose said softly.
Gabriel looked away. He had to, knuckling his eyes as he did.
“Oh my giddy aunt,” Alexander muttered. “Edwards is spouting like a watering pot.”
Summer tugged on his arm, and Gabriel looked at her. “Coming?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Epilogue
Bella Edwards gave her brother a hug and then took her carry-on from him.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Gabriel asked, handing her a bottle of water. “Wouldn’t a phone call be just as good?”
“Oh, Gabe,” she sighed. “Don’t be a worry wart.” Though inside, she felt like a wart toad full of worry. “It’s not like I’m going to a place where I don’t know anyone. Daisy’s there, and I miss her.”
Gabriel’s gaze dropped to her stomach. “What about—?”
“If I’m old enough to engage in risky behavior, then I’m old enough to take the consequences like a woman,” she said cheerfully. Would he go already? As much as she loved her brother, she was ready to strangle him, and she was ready to stop being so dang cheerful all the time.
“You have to move your truck, sir,” a security officer said.
The roar of a plane engine made her wince. “You heard the officer. Now skedaddle. Your wife is waiting for you at home.”
He grinned at the mention of his wife. Gosh, she was so happy for him and Summer. After years of suffering and misunderstandings, they’d finally had it right and gotten married. Now, only two months later, he was still giddy over his wife.
One day, she wanted a man to be giddy over her. But for now, she had to tell a man about a baby.
“It is nine o’clock,” Gabriel mused. “By the time I get home, she’ll be waiting in be—”
“Got it.” She gave her brother a playful push. “Love you. See you. Bye.”
Waving once, he got in his truck and drove away. She rolled her carry-on inside the airport and headed to security.
Her stomach, not her best friend these days, roiled even more than usual.
She could do this.
“We’re now boarding Flight 458 to Edinburg.”
“Oh God,” she croaked. “I can’t do this.” She took a deep breath. “You can do this.”
With one last look at the terminal, she squared her shoulders and marched straight for the ticket counter.
A billion hours, one layover, and a taxicab later, Bella stood at the entrance of a very fashionable townhouse.
Hand shaking, she knocked on the front door. A minute later, the door swung open and a man appeared.
“May I help you?”
“I’m here to see Liam Stewart.”
“His Grace is in his study and is expecting you. Right this way.”
She guessed it was a good thing she held on to his number. A text might have been a bit impersonal, but it was the only way she could track him down.
The butler stopped at a set of massive oak doors and lightly scratched on them before opening it.
She walked inside.
Liam stood at the fireplace, one hand braced on the mantle and the other nursing a drink. His hair was the same, black as night and cut close to his head. He wore a button-down shirt with cuff links at the end, and tailored trousers that did things for his butt that should have been illegal.
“Hi, Liam,” she said as the door shut behind her.
He turned, his black eyes roaming her body. His sexy mouth kicked up at one corner. “Bella, what brings you here? Your text was a bit vague.”
“You.”
Pushing away from the fireplace, he crossed the small distance between them, tipped up her chin with one hand, and kissed her. He tasted good, so good that she wondered if he used a special mouthwash formulated to make women
want to eat him up.
“Stop,” she gasped.
He pulled away, his dark eyes amused. “I thought you were here for me.”
“No. I mean, I am.”
His amused gaze gave way to confusion. “Sorry?”
“There’s just no other way to say this, Liam, but I’m pregnant,” Bella said in a rush. “I had to tell you in person because over the phone was too impersonal, and there was no way I’d tell you over email or text. So here I am. Pregnant.”
“With your baby,” she added, just in case he had doubts.
His drink hit the wooden floor with a thunk, and then he laughed. “You’re joking.”
“No.”
He only laughed harder. “This is too much. Oh God. Seriously, did Bastian put you up to this?”
At least he wasn’t angry or saying it wasn’t his. He just didn’t believe she was pregnant at all.
She grabbed his hand and placed it against her stomach, where it had just started to round and firm up a bit.
“Does this feel like I’m joking?” she said.
His laughter died away, and his face turned serious. “It feels like you’re the answer to my prayers.”
She was? Wait a minute. “But you don’t pray.”
He glanced down at his hand. “Perhaps I should start.”
Read where it all began in Holland Springs, in DRIVE ME CRAZY.
Chapter One
His doctors had it all wrong: another 190 mile per hour crash into the wall wasn’t going to kill him.
Oh, no—Melanie Ann Smith was going to be the death of him.
Carter Ambrose grimaced at the socket wrench in his hand, then bent over the engine and began to ratchet the bolt.
For the past three weeks, Melanie had been coming over to his garage to check on him or in her words, “make sure he didn’t go insane from lack of company”. While he was trying to take some time to clear his head, she was driving him insane, with her short skirts, patterned tights, platform heels and glossy lips.
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