Quiet laughter rolled free as that heaviness throbbed. “I’m going to miss you, Mace.”
Right then, San Francisco felt a million miles away. An alternate galaxy. Really, it was just a different reality than the one I was headed toward.
Somber silence filled the space, and Macy lowered her voice. “Are you sure this is really what you want? You left the city you love and an incredible apartment downtown. You resigned from a job any one of us would kill to have. Hell, you were halfway up the corporate ladder. Worst, you leftme.”
My heart clutched while I fought with the urge to turn around and head back to San Francisco. I wasn’t that broken girl who’d run from Gingham Lakes eleven years ago. I was strong, and I sure as hell wasn’t a quitter. “You know why I have to do this.”
“I do, and I know how hard it has to be for you.”
Grief pressed at my spirit. The perfect complement to the determination that lined me like steel. “It is, but I need to do this for her almost as much as I need to do it for myself.”
“This city won’t be the same without you, Ryn.” In all the years I’d lived with Macy, I’d only seen her cry once. I knew she was trying to hold it back. Still, the soft sounds seeped through the line, touching me from across the miles.
I pressed a hand over my mouth and tried to keep the jumble of emotions that quivered and shook inside me at bay. “You’ll come visit.”
She released a soggy laugh. “Hell no. There are, like, alligators down there. One look at all my lush, curvy deliciousness, and they’ll be inviting their friends over for a feast.”
I wanted to tell her I was plentylushwhen I’d run from this place. The alligators were the least of her worries. I bit it back, keeping all those old insecurities buried where they belonged.
“You don’t think I’m worth the risk?” I asked instead.
She sniffled, and I swore I could see her grin. “Yeah, Ryn, you’re totally worth it.”
I cleared the emotion from my throat, wondering how I was going to do this when the road took another sharp curve and the speed limit dropped. “I better go. I’m getting into town.”
“Good luck, babe. You’ve got this. I want you to know I’m proud of you, even though I’m going to miss the hell out of you.”
“Thank you, Mace,” I told her.
I was definitely going to need it.
2
Rex
My eyes went round, and I came to an abrupt stop in her doorway.
“Are you sure that’s what you want to wear?” Sweeping a hand through the long pieces of my damp hair, I gave it my all to keep the panic out of my voice.
Honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to bust out laughing or drop to my knees and cry.
Such was my life.
We were already ten minutes late, and there she was on her bedroom floor, wearing a hot pink tutu over a bathing suit.
“Uh-huh. We gots to look so pretty for dance. Annie said all the best dancers wear leg warmies, and her mama bought her all the pretty colors. Like a rainbow,” she rambled as she tugged on the black high-top Converse she’d talked me into at the mall last weekend.
Right over a pair of old tube socks she must have found in one of my drawers.
The hideous kind with the two blue stripes at the top that should have been burned years ago.
“So I gots these.” She rocked her heels on the ground as she sat back and admired her handiwork.
She suddenly looked over at me with that smile that melted a crater right through the stone that was my heart. Her single tooth missing on the bottom row and her attempt at a bun that looked like she’d just walked out of a windstorm were about the damned cutest things I’d ever seen.
“I’m the best dancer, right, Daddy?”
“You’re the best, prettiest dancer in the whole world, Sweet Pea Frankie Leigh.”
