“Everything okay?” Will asked when Lance walked back into the house.
“Yeah, I hope so.” Standing with his hands on his hips, Lance surveyed the room. “Are you just going to stick with the original plans you had drawn up for the place?”
“I think that would be easiest. I don’t really want to spend any more time on this than I have to.”
Lance stared at him for a moment. “Are you sure about selling it?”
“Yes,” Will said without hesitation.
They walked around for the next ten minutes discussing materials and timeframes. After finishing up on the main floor, Will led the way upstairs. While up there, he heard the sound of an engine.
“Were you expecting someone?” he asked Lance as he walked to one of the front windows to look out at the driveway.
“Maybe we should go down and check it out,” Lance suggested.
Without waiting for him to respond, Lance headed for the stairs and began to descend. Abandoning the window, Will strode to the stairs and followed him.
By the time he reached the last step, Lance was standing with his back to him talking to someone. Will started in his direction, but froze as Lance leaned forward to hug theperson then stepped around them and left the house.
Amy.
Wearing a flowing sundress in a soft pink and her hair down in long curls, she had never looked more beautiful. She fidgeted with her purse strap as she watched him.
For a moment, Will wondered if this was another of the dreams he’d been having ever since she left. The ones where she came back to him, and they were able to live happily ever after.
“Hi, Will,” she said, her voice soft.
Will stood with his hands on his hips, squashing down any flicker of hope. Nothing short of a miracle could have changed things for her. “What are you doing here?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
She didn’t flinch at his words or his tone. “I needed to talk to you.”
“I thought we said everything there was to say at the lake.” If she’d come to get closure from him, he wasn’t going to make it easy. She was just going to have to find that on her own.
She looked around the room. “I didn’t know you had this place. It looks so beautiful from the outside.”
“It won’t be mine for much longer.”
“Why?” Her gaze was as direct as her question.
“Well, since it’s going to be just me and Isabella, this place is far too big.” He glanced around. “I had foolishly assumed I’d have a larger family one day. Since that’s not happening, I’m finishing and selling it. I’ll find a place in town for me and Isabella that is more suited to our needs than this.”
Amy stared at him, her eyes wide. Even though they stood several feet apart, he saw a single tear slip down her cheek.
Afraid it would be his undoing, Will cleared his throat and asked once again, “Why are you here?”
No longer fidgeting with her purse strap but gripping it with both hands, Amy said, “I asked the school in Dallas to not consider me for the job.”
That hadn’t been what he’d expected her to say. “Why?”
“A step of faith.”
“A step of faith?”
“Several people challenged my idea of how things should have worked out for us.”
Will lifted an eyebrow. “What does that mean exactly? You made it pretty clear to me that it wasn’t going to work.”
