by Devney Perry
“So, um . . . I invited Cole to do this paint fight with us.”
“Yeah, I know.” His fingers were covered in blue paint as he tied a balloon closed. “I remember when you told me the same a week ago. Are you worried I’m getting senile or something? Because I’m not. No matter what that asshole Randall says, my head’s as clear as it was when I was your age, got it?”
“Got it.” I giggled, tying off my red balloon and dropping it in the tub with the others. “But I wanted to tell you something else. Cole’s not just a friend helping on Jamie’s truck. We’re kind of dating.”
“You really do think I’m senile.” He chuckled. “Relax, Poppy. I figured as much.”
“You did?” I gaped at him as he filled another balloon.
He nodded. “You talk about him a lot. Seems like you spend a lot of time together. Molly told me he comes into the restaurant most nights. I’m old, not blind. I assumed there was something more going on with you two.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
He shook his head, dropping the paint bottle in his hands to give me his full attention. “I just want you to be happy. And if you like this guy, I’m all for it.”
“You think it’s okay to start dating again?”
Maybe it was because Jimmy and Jamie had been so close, but I needed Jimmy’s blessing. It was the closest thing I had to Jamie’s blessing. I needed him to tell me that it was okay to date Cole.
He nodded. “I don’t just think it’s okay. I think it’s time. Five years, Poppy. It’s time to move on. And you know just as well as I do that Jamie would want that for you too.”
I looked down at my paint-covered fingers. “Thank you,” I whispered. He couldn’t know how many fears and anxieties he’d just eased.
His blue hand closed over mine. “It’s the truth.”
I looked up at him and smiled.
“Are you two ready to go or what?” Randall grumbled from the hallway as he walked into Jimmy’s room. “I want to get this over with so I can be back in time for dinner.”
I started filling another balloon. “Just a few more of these and then we can go.”
“Fine,” Randall muttered as he came into the kitchenette. He was wearing head-to-toe coveralls, and in one gloved hand was a shower cap.
“Look at this guy.” Jimmy rolled his eyes. “A jumpsuit? Really? You pansy. It’s just a little paint.”
“I’m not wrecking my clothes. Some of us take pride in our appearance.” Randall’s eyes narrowed as he and Jimmy went into one of their usual stare-downs.
Jimmy came to The Maysen Jar with Randall nearly every day now, and one thing I’d learned was that they lived to bicker. Those two would come to the restaurant midmorning and argue about anything until well past lunch.
At first, I’d tried to intervene—to play peacemaker—but after my fiftieth failed attempt, I’d given up.
So I just shook my head and kept filling my balloon. “Can you at least save the fight for the park, gentlemen?”
“Always taking his side,” Randall muttered and turned around to the living room.
“She’s my granddaughter!” Jimmy called to his back. “Of course, she takes my side.” He looked to me. “What a dumbass.”
“You two are worse than little kids.”
Jimmy chuckled and waved me closer to whisper, “Look.”
He double-checked that Randall was out of sight, then reached into a cabinet. Out came a full-sized balloon, ten times the size of the miniballoons like we’d been filling.
“Jimmy,” I hissed.
He snickered. “No way that jumpsuit and shower cap will save him from this big ol’ bastard.”
I snorted, trying to swallow my laugh. Then I bent down to the tub and started making room for his monster balloon. “Get it down between the little ones so he won’t see it.”
Jimmy smiled. “That’s my girl.”
An hour later, I was standing in a huddle, having just gone over the rules for our paint fight. No direct shots in the face. Take it easy on Max and Kali. Go until all the balloons were gone.
On my left stood Jimmy and Randall, Cole on my right. And across from me were Finn, Molly and the kids.
“Everybody ready?”
I got cheers all around as we broke apart to load up on balloons.
“Okay. On the count of three. One. Two. Three!”
Pandemonium ensued. Balloons started flying, people started running, and paint splattered everywhere.
“Get Aunt Poppy!” Finn yelled to Kali, who immediately started chasing me.
“No, Kali! No!” I pretended to run fast but let her catch up and lob a yellow balloon at my back. The sticky paint instantly soaked through my thin white tank and coated the backside of my arms. “You got me!”
She giggled, then raced back to the bucket to reload. “Get Daddy!” she squealed, aiming a green balloon at Finn. She took off, joining Molly and Max as they chased Finn and pelted him with balloons.
For the first time in months, Finn and Molly were actually smiling at one another. Genuine smiles. I wasn’t sure if they were getting along because this paint fight was for Jamie, or maybe they were putting on happy faces for me. Regardless, it made this whole idea just that much more fun.
I was so lost in watching the smiles on their faces that I didn’t notice Cole sneaking up behind me. One second, I was watching Kali toss the green balloon at Finn’s white T-shirt. The next, blue paint was streaming down my hair.
“Gah!” I spun around just in time for Cole to break another on my head, this one orange. “You!” I pointed a finger at his smile, then raced back to the tub for a handful of balloons.
I tried to hit him, but he was too nimble. He dodged each of my shots until the grass around him looked like a rainbow unicorn had puked at his feet.
“I give up,” I pouted at Cole, then went back to reload. When I came back to the fight, I chose a different target. “Gotcha!” I cheered as the red balloon I’d thrown burst against Randall’s chest.
He looked to his jumpsuit and sneered. “You’ll pay for that.”
I stuck out my tongue, daring him to come after me, just as Jimmy snuck out from behind a tree carrying the huge balloon he’d hidden when we’d arrived.
I braced, waiting for the inevitable, but just as Jimmy was lifting up the balloon high, Randall turned. With agility I never would have expected from the old man who walked with a cane, he skittered backward, throwing the balloon he’d been carrying at Jimmy’s monster.
Hot pink paint flew everywhere.
Jimmy’s short white hair was covered. His face. His shoulders. Everything was dripping pink.
“You son of a bitch,” he spat, sending pink splatters to the ground.
“Ha!” Randall laughed. “That backfired on you, didn’t it?”
At my side, Cole started to laugh. Then Finn and Molly joined in. I tried to keep a straight face, but as the pink paint kept dripping off Jimmy’s nose, I lost the battle. I laughed so hard and so long my sides ached.
I bent over in half, fighting to get my breath back as happy tears mixed with the paint smears on my face. “Oh my god. That was hilarious.”
When I stood, Cole handed me one of the towels I’d brought. “Here.”
“Thanks.” I used it to dry my face and then handed it to Cole so he could wipe his hands. He’d gotten hit with a green balloon right in the middle of his chest. The color and the bright afternoon sunlight made his eyes fiercely bright as he grinned.
Those beautiful eyes held mine as he stepped in closer, taking the towel and dabbing the side of my face. “You missed a spot.”
Without thinking—or caring—about our audience, I stood on my tiptoes and touched his mouth with my own. “Thanks for coming today.”
“Sure.”
I’d shocked him a bit with that kiss, but I was glad I’d done it. Especially here. In front of family and friends, I wanted them to know that he was someone special.
Aft
er all, that was what today was all about. Today was to have fun with the special people in my life and honor someone who’d been special but was no longer with us.
“That was fun.” Jimmy came over and I handed him a towel. “I think we did my boy proud.”
“Me too,” Finn said as he cleaned off Max’s face.
“Agreed.” Molly nodded. “Jamie would have loved this.”
I smiled up at Cole, then looked into the blue, cloudless sky.
“Yeah. He would have.”
Chapter Fifteen
31st Birthday: Hike Glacier
POPPY
“I’m forgetting something.”
I was staring at my stuff in the backseat of Cole’s truck, sure that I’d forgotten to pack something important. It was the weekend after the paint fight and Cole and I were driving up to hike in Glacier National Park.
What am I forgetting? I had my bag of clothes and toiletries with extra panties, pajamas, socks and a T-shirt, just in case. I had my hiking boots, hiking socks and canteen that I’d dragged out of storage. I had my purse with wallet, phone, phone charger and the lip balm and hand cream I used before bed each night.
Still, I couldn’t shake the niggling feeling that something was missing.
“Poppy!” My eyes snapped up to Cole in the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping the steering wheel.
I waved him off. “I’m forgetting something!”
“Poppy, you’ve been staring at that pile for five minutes. You’re not forgetting anything. We’re only going for one night. We’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Fine.” I huffed and slammed the back door. Then I jumped into the passenger seat and slammed that door too. Nothing bothered me more than being unprepared for a trip, but since I couldn’t remember what I was missing, I had no choice but to go without.
With me finally ready to go, Cole wasted no time backing out of the driveway and pointing us down the road.
It was still early, only six in the morning, but the mid-September morning light was beginning to shine.
“Wait!” I threw my hands out as Cole slammed on the brakes. “My sunglasses. I forgot my sunglasses.”
He grumbled and shoved the truck in reverse, speeding backward to my house.
I dug the keys from my purse and jumped out, rushing inside to grab my sunglasses from the kitchen counter—right where I’d left them so I wouldn’t forget. I smiled as I walked back to the truck, feeling much better about starting the weekend off right.
Thanks to a last-minute cancelation, Cole and I had scored a room at one of the nicer lodges in the park. We’d be able to make this trip—without sleeping in a tent—and cross this item off Jamie’s list.
“Okay. I’m ready now.”
Cole was shaking his head as I got back into the truck. “Are you like this for every trip?”
I shrugged and buckled my seat belt. “I don’t believe in packing light.”
“Noted.” He smirked. “Are you sure you’re ready to go? We could take another lap through your house. Maybe box up some more clothes. Pack up a cooler in case we get stranded on the side of the road. We should probably take some extra gas too. Maybe another spare tire.”
I fought a smile and slid my sunglasses onto my nose. “Are you done teasing me so we can get on the road?”
He chuckled. “For now.”
“Good. Then let’s do this.” I smiled, practically bouncing in my seat. I couldn’t wait to do this hike.
My excitement was gone eight hours later.
Every step was excruciating. Pain shot through both of my feet as I followed Cole up the trail toward the peak.
Damn it. Damn it! This was not how I’d envisioned the day going.
We’d made it to the lodge just after lunch and immediately gotten ready to hike this trail. The sun was shining. The air was pure. I’d never expected to be in this much pain hours later.
I’d chosen this trail because it was rated as one of the most beautiful. The relatively short hike—only about eight miles round trip—would lead us to a small lake surrounded by high peaks and a couple of glaciers.
But now, I had no idea if I’d actually make it to the end or be able to cross this item off Jamie’s list.
I could see the crest in the distance, and according to my pedometer, this was the last stretch before we reached the lake. I only had to make it another hundred yards, but it might as well have been ten miles.
I was ready to collapse.
My lungs were burning and my legs were turning to mush. I could have pushed through that kind of pain, but my feet? The agony with every step was going to bring me to my knees.
Fuck. Fuck! I cursed and winced with every step. All because of these fucking boots.
My feet had grown since I’d last worn these boots in college. Not by a lot—I hadn’t gone up a size in my regular shoes—but enough that these boots no longer fit.
My heels were rubbed raw. Blisters were growing on blisters. It had gotten so bad on my right foot that with every step, blood squished between my toes.
How could I have been so stupid? Why hadn’t I tried these on before we’d left Bozeman? I grew up in Alaska—hiking in Alaska. I’d learned young how important it was to have good hiking boots.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw something. I was close to the end. So fucking close, but all I wanted to do was turn around.
I took another step and a fresh stab of pain shot through my foot, causing me to falter and my ankle to twist. “Ahh!” I let out a strangled cry as I dropped to my hands and knees. Bits of gravel dug into my palms as I closed my eyes and took a breath.
I had to keep going. I had to finish this hike.
I whimpered as I tried to stand, struggling to find my balance on two aching feet. I would have dropped again if not for the two large hands that came under my arms and helped me up.
“What’s wrong?” Cole’s face searched mine. “Are you hurt? Did you twist your ankle?”
I looked to my traitorous feet. “No, I’m okay.”
“Bullshit,” he clipped. “What’s wrong?”
He was wearing a hat today, an old Montana State baseball cap, but it didn’t hide the worry pinching his green eyes.
It was his concern for me that broke the thin hold I’d kept on my emotions. Frustrated tears welled and my chin quivered as I looked back at my boots. “My boots are too tight. My feet must have grown. These were my hiking boots from high school and college, and I . . . I didn’t know.”
“Hey.” Cole tipped up my chin. “It’s okay. We’ll just go back down.”
“No!” I shook my head frantically. “We’re so close. I need to do this. I can do this.” I tried to take a step past him but his hands clamped on my biceps and didn’t let me pass.
“Stop,” Cole whispered. “You’ve hiked Glacier. Maybe not to the lake, but you did it. You can mark this off the list, even if we turn back now.”
“No, I need to do this.” My voice cracked in despair. “Not just for Jamie’s list, but for me. I need to finish this hike.”
Every agonizing step up this mountain had become so much more than just marking a box on Jamie’s list. This was a chance to prove to myself that I had the strength Cole saw in me. To prove I could overcome any pain.
That no matter what life threw at me, this was my chance to prove I could handle it all. Blistered feet, shattered heart—I could survive it all and keep marching on.
“I can do this.” I held my breath, ready for the inevitable pain as I stepped past Cole. He let me go this time but I felt his eyes on my back as I took one step, then another. My hopes soared when the pain didn’t bring me down.
I’d almost convinced myself I could make it this last stretch when I took another step and my foot slipped again, forcing me back to my hands and knees. “Damn it!” I cried. “I’m so close.”
Cole’s hand came to my back as he knelt by my side. “Let me help.” Gently, he positioned me so I was sitting on th
e narrow trail for an overdue break.
“I just need a minute, then I’ll be okay.” I sniffled and wiped away a fresh batch of tears.
He sighed, but instead of taking a seat next to me, he knelt by my outstretched feet as he started untying the laces on my boots.
“What are you doing?”
“Assessing the damage.” With a tender touch, he tugged off my boots.
Even though he’d taken care, I winced as they pulled free. Just as I’d suspected, my socks were spotted with blood. My heels were the worst, nearly the entire area covered in red, with my toes a close runner-up.
“Fuck, Poppy.” Cole shook his head. “Those boots are not going back on.”
“But—”
He held up a finger, cutting me off. “I want to take these socks off too, but it’s going to hurt.”
“Okay.” I sucked in a huge breath and held it as Cole’s fingers stretched my socks wide, peeling them away from my raw skin. The cotton stuck in a few places, and as it pulled free, a pained cry escaped my lips. Blood rushed to both feet, causing them to swell immediately.
My feet were wrecked. There was no way I’d be able hike up any farther and I had no idea how we’d get back down. The soles of my feet were surprisingly unscathed. Maybe I could pull back on my socks and just go down in them. Because at this point, anything was better than the boots.
I opened my mouth to tell Cole my plan, but he talked first. “Can I see your backpack?”
“Sure.” I stripped it off my shoulders and handed it over. There wasn’t much in it, just my canteen and a couple of granola bars.
Cole shoved my boots and my socks into the backpack and then loosened the straps before putting it over his own shoulders.
“I’m going—”
—to need those socks. But before I could get the words out, he scooped me off the ground, bouncing me a bit as he situated me in his arms.
“Cole! What are you doing?”
