I found myself whispering when I came to the realization. “I’m thinking there’s no wife.”
“No wife...so...he’s like...a single dad?”
“Maybe,” I uttered so quietly as I peered through the night, drinking in the way his long legs took the steps, and then the way he angled through his front door with his sleeping little dancer girl. “I think so. I’m not sure.”
Why did I want to know so desperately?
“Why are you whispering?” Macy whispered back.
I bit down on my bottom lip while guilty silence spun around the room.
Macy busted up laughing. “Oh my God, you are spying on him right now, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” I told her, quick to let the curtain drop. I got straight back to work unpacking.
“Someone has a crush,” she sing-songed.
“Stop it.”
I was so not spying, and I so didn’t have a crush.
I’d just met them, and the worst thing I could do was get mixed up with the angry guy across the street with his sweet, adorable little girl, who was a big fan of my grandmother. Apparently, she had really good taste.
But her dad? He obviously had some ginormous chip on his shoulder, and I had enough to worry about without giving thought to the flecks of sadness scored in the depths of his eyes.
Eyes the color of sage. Rimmed in the darkest gray.
No, I wasn’t thinking about those soft, full lips barely hidden by the sexy scruff on his strong jaw. And I definitely hadn’t noticed his big hands or the strength in his deeply tanned, muscled arms.
Nope.
Not at all.
A guy like that had heartache written all over him.
And I’d had enough of that to last me a lifetime.
* * *
The sound of a whisk clanging against metal echoed through the kitchen. With the bowl tucked under one arm, I cut butter into the flour in the other, giving myself over to the sense of deep peace that had taken me over.
The late night was like a warm blanket wrapped around the old house, holding me safe and secure, the vast silence a comfort as I slowly swayed in the kitchen.
I had the crumpled letter smoothed out on the counter beside me where I worked. Every so often, I would peek over at it, relishing in her presence. I had to have read it close to a million times since it’d slipped out with the file the attorney had given me two months ago. But I kept going back to it, wondering, why now?
Why hadn’t she asked this of me before?
When you left, you told me I was the only one you could trust. Your broken heart had mine breaking that night. Isn’t it funny how things come around? Because no matter how many years have passed, in the end, you are the only one I trust with this.
I know right now you’re scared and questioning my intentions. But I’m asking you to trust me one last time. I made a life within those walls, gave it my whole heart. Maybe you never realized it, but all along, I was working so one day, I could give it to you. Now, it’s yours. Give it life, Corinne Paisley. I’ll be with you every step of the way.
My chest tightened as a wave of grief and love slammed into me.
I could feel the weight of her spirit dance around me. Soft, soft encouragement. The same as she’d always given me.
Belief. It was right there. Shining with all the questions that still remained.
“I am scared, Gramma. I’m not sure how I can do this without you. But I promise you that I’m going to try. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you proud.”
