I take a step back. “No.” I shake my head. “No way. He’s young! He’s not even sixty-five yet. There’s no way he’s dyin’. You can’t believe this is true.”
“When they explained the possible side effects and risks of treatment, he refused it. It’s stage four, and there’s very little chance that anything would work.”
“So, he’s going to just die?” Wyatt’s voice rises in anger. “No second opinions? We’re just takin’ what he heard as Gospel? Are you serious?”
“Baby.” She tries to comfort him. “It wasn’t an easy choice, but Dr. Halpern explained his options, and he wanted to live his life without bein’ sick from the treatment.”
Zach remains quiet as Wyatt and I keep going back and forth. “There are other doctors. There are other options, and if you’d told us, we could’ve helped!” I grow angrier by the second.
“Mrs. Hennington,” the doctor calls to her, and she wipes the tears away before turning to my father’s primary care physician.
“Thank you for coming, Dr. Halpern. My sons didn’t know, and I wanted to be sure that you were called right away. Is it the cancer?” She walks away with him.
I sink in the chair with my head in my hands. How the hell could this be happening? My father is the strong one. He wouldn’t just lie down and let his life slip away. Not when he has a grandchild on the way, my mother, and his sons.
He wouldn’t do this.
He can’t.
There has to be a way to save him.
Chapter 11
Grace
A fter I left Cooper at my parent’s house, I was filled with nervous energy. I stopped at the store, grabbed everything I needed for my dinner, and tried to convince myself this was still a good idea. When I got home, I was a woman on a mission. I stripped my bed, getting rid of the evidence of last night, and started cleaning. Not a light clean, either. I’m talking hands and knees scrubbing of every inch of this place. Hours later, I finally got everything in its proper place.
I’m not too proud to admit that I called and texted Trent, too, but both went without response.
I guess he really did make his choice.
I wasn’t sure what to do, so I called Emily and told her the story as she went from hysterical to stunned silence. She encouraged me to have dinner with Cooper and see what happens, but she also said I needed to figure things out with Trent.
However, he’s apparently not talking to me. It’s ironic that when I don’t want him around, he’s everywhere, but when I do need to talk, he’s ignoring me.
I push my wayward thoughts aside. Cooper is due here in about two hours. I’m going to fix his favorite dish, which my mama happens to also be famous for making. Her pork chops are a town favorite, and I know Cooper loves them along with her potato salad and green beans. For desert, I’m going to bake an apple pie.
I love cooking, and I know this meal is filled with all the things he enjoys. I’m grateful for everything he did today, and I’m hoping he appreciates this.
I get everything prepped, the pork chops are marinating in the whiskey, and the pie is assembled. I grab my phone and see a text from Cooper.
Cooper: I’m grabbing a bottle of wine. Do you like red or white?
Me: I think skipping the wine is a good idea.
Last night wine and I were best friends. This morning, not so much. Wine makes me a foolish girl.
Cooper: Beer?
Me: Perfect.
Cooper: My kind of girl.
Me: Well, I sure hope so. You’ve been quite persistent.
I smile as I picture him laughing.
Cooper: Tonight I’ll prove why you should choose me.
My teeth grip my lip as I debate how to respond. I can be cute and coy or go with a much more forward response. I completely understand why people stay in crappy relationships, because this dating shit sucks.
I stare at the phone and another text appears.
Cooper: I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I’m planning to win you over.
Me: I hope you’re hungry.
I hope you’re hungry? Really, Grace? Could I be anymore awkward?
Cooper: Starving.
I thank my stars that he let me off on that one. I could’ve said a million different things, but my bumbling mind went with that.
Me: See you in a few hours!
I toss my phone and start to get ready.
Since Cooper and I are only hanging out tonight, I want to be comfortable. I grab a pair of jeans and a cute top that makes my boobs look a little bigger. I’m the only one in my family who wasn’t blessed with a chest. Instead, I’m best friends with any kind of push-up or cleavage-enhancing product.
My alarm on the phone goes off, alerting me I need to start cooking. I toss the meat in the oven, check on the potato salad, and mix the green beans. I say a prayer the food tastes great.
Right on time, Cooper knocks on the door.
“Hey,” I open the screen, and he enters.
“You look beautiful, as always.” Cooper notes as he looks me up and down.
Two friends. We’re two old friends sharing a meal. One where I’m not planning to be the entrée or any other course.
Keep it neutral.
“Thank you.”
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m great. I’ve got dinner in the oven, it should be ready in about fifteen minutes. Do you want a beer?” I look at the case in his hand.
“I’d love one.” Coop follows me into the kitchen and runs his hand down my arm. “Grace?” he says after a few seconds.
“Yeah?”
“Relax, there are no expectations, okay?”
I let out a deep sigh. “I know. I’m just nervous.”
“Nervous of me?” he questions.
It baffles me how he still doesn’t get it. Maybe guys don’t see all the complications that can happen when you start dating, but considering what I’m going through on the breakup side . . . it’s a lot. We’ll be around each other, like I’m around Trent all the damn time. There’s no avoidance in this town.
“More of what it means for us,” I explain as I pop the tops off two beers. I hand him one and take a long draw from my bottle. “You see what it’s like with . . . him.”
“I’m not anything like Trent. If this doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t. You’ll still be Grace, and I’ll still be Cooper. We’ll act like adults.”
Well, that’s a concept I clearly have no experience with.
“Okay, no more talking about this. We’re on our friend date.” I lift my bottle.
“Deal, but it’s a date, date, remember?” Cooper clinks his bottle to mine.
“Sure. Whatever you say, Coop.”
We both chuckle. “It smells great. Is that your mama’s whiskey pork?” His face brightens, and the familiar scent fills the air.
I nod with a grin. “Yup!”
“They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” He raises a brow. “Are you tryin’ to seduce me, Grace Rooney?”
I shrug and let my playful side out. “Maybe, or maybe I’m hopin’ you think I’m a shitty cook and run for a better woman.”
Cooper’s head falls back as he laughs. His arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me close. “You’re out of your mind. I know you can cook.”
“What if I forgot?”
“Then I’m sure your mama could give you a few lessons,” he suggests with mischief in his voice. “Just don’t ask Presley. I can remember Mama tryin’ to teach her and Pa and I gagging after we tried to eat. I pray, for Zach’s sake, she’s improved.”
He isn’t lying. Presley and I were always in the kitchen and half the time we’d toss whatever she made because it burned so bad. If it didn’t burn, we’d wished it had. It was the little of this and little of that part she couldn’t do. Baking was always her niche.
We would spend hours imagining we were old married women, making things for our husbands. Some kids might have played hous
e with dolls, but we did it with our houses. We would put our mama’s aprons on and pretend to be the Hennington wives. Presley would pretend Zach was coming home after a long day of baseball. She and I would clean the house, make dinner, and have big plans for a night of television with the boys. At least it worked out for one of us.
“He seems to be okay, unless he’s going to his parents’ house to eat.”
Cooper’s eyes shimmer as he smiles at me. “Well, I would eat your crappy food because that’s what a man does for a woman he likes.”
“Good answer.”
He leans down, kisses my cheek, and releases me. “How was the rest of your day?”
I groan. It was fine other than when I returned to the store, which was still a mess.
“That good?” Coop questions.
I fill him in on what is going on at the store as he leans against the counter. He listens as I tell him my fear with my mother and father. I know that Cooper can empathize because he took over when his dad couldn’t do it anymore. But that was what Forrest wanted, and I know I’m going to have to force my mom’s hand. She still thinks she’s thirty. “I don’t know if I should hire someone behind her back or talk to her about selling the store . . .”
Cooper looks at the bottle and then back at me. “I think it’s a tough call. You definitely should talk to her. It’s hard because it was my dad’s idea. He was the one who was tired, and I think he wanted me to take over everything before I could leave town.”
“Would you have?” I’ve always wondered if Cooper had bigger dreams than this.
I was always content to stay in Bell Buckle. As much as I hate it at times, I love this place. It’s full of heritage and landmarks. It’s a place where your kids can run outside from sunup to sundown and you don’t have to worry.
We didn’t have cell phones when we were kids; we had neighbors. That mentality is still strong here. I always hoped I would have kids that could experience a childhood even half as fun as mine.
Cooper takes a second to think and then shrugs. “I don’t know. When Presley left, it wasn’t a choice anymore. Someone had to take over on the farm, and that someone was me. I was angry about it for a while, but this is my life. Whatever choices I made, I don’t regret. I work hard and have a good life. I’m just hopin’ for the rest of things to fall in line.”
“Yeah,” I say on a sigh. “Hey, I meant to ask you, has Wyatt said anything about Angie? I called over there today, but she didn’t answer.”
“He’s at that family fishing thing so I haven’t heard anything. I know this pregnancy has been tough on her.” Cooper takes a swig of his beer. “I told him to take some time off to stay home, but he knows we’re shorthanded since one of the ranch hands left. I keep pushin’ him to take care of his family.”
“You know Wyatt . . .”
Family is everything to us here, but so is honesty and integrity. Wyatt is stuck between the two things he deems the most important. And to an extent, the Townsend’s are family. All our families are very deeply intertwined.
The timer dings, and I shoo Cooper out of the kitchen. I need to get the pie in while we’re eating so that it will be done in time. I open two more beers, put the pie in, drain the remnants in my first bottle, and plate our dinner.
“Here we go.” I sit the plate and beer on the table.
“This looks amazing, Gracie.” My heart sputters. Cooper never calls me Gracie. Trent is the one who started it, and he’s the only person that ever says it. I freeze and try to get myself under control, but Cooper grabs my hand. “Did I say something?”
I shake my head and I try not to let my nerves ruin tonight. “No, you didn’t do anything. Let’s eat.”
Cooper doesn’t release my hand, and my eyes go back to him. “Don’t lie. If I said or did something you need to tell me.”
He deserves to know why I became an ice sculpture. This is the stuff he mentioned and I need to be open. “No one else calls me Gracie but Trent.”
He leans back, clearly a little uncomfortable. We’ve done so well for the last thirty minutes, but once again, Trent manages to wiggle his way in. Thankfully, it isn’t literal this time.
“I’m sorry. It just came out.”
“Please, don’t apologize.” I take his hand. “It’s just that no one ever says that, and it took me by surprise. I’ve been having a lot of fun tonight, and I would like us to finish our dinner and then the God awful movie you picked.”
Cooper’s body relaxes a little. He shifts, rests his other hand on mine, and nods. “All right, but you’re going to choke on those words when you see the movie.”
“I doubt that,” I tease.
“You’ll see.”
I shake my head and pull my hands back. Cooper grabs his fork and knife, and we dig in. Dinner is nice, we talk a little about the farm and how he wants to change a few things. There’s a lot more to Cooper than I ever knew. I always knew that he was smart, but he has some ideas that are inspiring. He explains a little about the project Presley’s working on, and I go into some of my plans for next year. We talk long after our plates are empty and beers have run dry.
“Ready for the movie?” he asks in one of the very few lulls in conversation. I glance at the clock, realizing we’ve been talking for well over an hour. Time flew by, and we didn’t have any time where it was weird or we didn’t have something to talk about.
“I should clean up.” I start to grab the plates, but he grips my wrist.
“Leave it. Live a little. Let’s watch the movie and then we can take care of the dishes.”
He releases my hand, and I put the plate down. “Okay.”
It’s so not in me to do this, but different is good sometimes.
Cooper pops in the DVD before turning with a grin. “You excited?”
“Curious.”
He chuckles and sits on the couch. Both of us sit on each end, I’m not sure what the hell is supposed to happen, so I’m going with better safe than sorry mentality. “I won’t bite,” he says as he drapes his arm over the couch.
Jesus. Here I go.
I scoot closer as Cooper watches me with an open arm. My butt hits his leg, and he adjusts himself so we’re even closer. My throat goes dry as my body rests very much against his. I can’t tell if I’m uncomfortable or the nerves are because of how attracted I am to him right now. I’ve never been blind to Cooper, but he’s always been—brotherly. Between today and now dinner, things shifted a little. He never once made me feel small or as if I was just Presley’s friend. He talked to me like a woman.
Tonight has felt good, and this feels good, too.
The movie comes on screen, and I can’t hold in the laugh as I tilt my head so I can look at him. “You did not!”
“I thought we could use a repeat.”
“Goonies never say die!”
Cooper’s other arm rests on my knees, and he holds me tight. When we were kids, Presley and I were so obsessed that we wore the VHS out. We would run around the house, searching for the gold and pirate ship we believed were hidden somewhere. Cooper would tell us we were naive, but it didn’t stop him from looking with us.
I nestle in, not thinking about the fact that he’s Cooper. He’s a man that I’m on a date with, one who I also find attractive. The movie plays on as we stay cuddled together. We both laugh at our favorite parts, and I jump a little when Ma talks about cutting out their tongues, which makes him laugh against my ear. The heat from his breath sends a shiver through me.
I try to cover it over by playing with my hair, but Cooper doesn’t miss it and tightens his arm a bit.
My head lifts a little and our eyes meet, causing a knot to twist in my stomach.
There’s no mistaking what’s burning in his green eyes. The heat is clear, and he wants to kiss me.
I should move my head and stop it.
I could clear my throat and leave the room.
I could, and probably should do all that, but I don’t think I want to.
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br /> I don’t want to look back and wonder.
Instead, I turn into him a little more, resting my hand on his chest. “Do you want me to move?” I ask, staring and waiting for something to change.
“Not at all.” Cooper’s head drops a little, giving me another chance out. He moves slowly, measuring each shift in my body.
I lift my lips just a smidge. “Okay,” I say as we grow closer.
His mouth is right there. He could kiss me, but neither of us moves.
Fuck it.
I push myself up and plant my lips on his. His arms go around me instantly, and he drags me closer. I kiss him without restraint and let my mind go so I can feel.
Cooper’s hands glide up my back and tangle in my hair.
I wait for the fluttering in my stomach to start.
I try to find the passion where I’d want to leap into his arms. I search for a smidge of feelings I feel when I’m in Trent’s, but there isn’t one.
Well, okay . . . this isn’t what I was expecting, but I keep holding on and waiting for something to happen. Instead of passion, it feels like friendship. The only thing I feel right now is that . . . I’m cheating on Trent.
I break the kiss and look at him.
Cooper releases me, and I hold on to his shoulders. “Was that?” he asks.
“Weird?”
“Maybe we were caught off guard? We should try again,” Cooper suggests. He pulls me back to his chest, and I focus on how it feels against his body. He slowly brings his lips to mine.
I close my eyes and hold on to his strong arms as he kisses me. My mind starts to wander a little, it feels nice, but this isn’t a first kiss that anyone talks about. I make a mental note to add milk to my grocery list.
Groceries? That’s what I’m thinking about? This is so not going well.
It’s nothing he’s doing wrong, it’s . . . it’s . . . bland.
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