Page 53 of We Own Tonight
“I promise totry.”
Stephanie’s eyes narrow. “Try?”
“Yes, I’ll try to be open. I’ll try to let Eli in a little, or if not him, some other jackass who will only fuck with myhead.”
That’s really what it comes down to . . . men are liars. They say they’re one thing and they never are. Matt said he loved me, that he’d honor and cherish me, and the first time shit got rough, he bailed. Cherish myass.
“I swear, the older you get, the more dramatic you are. I think he’sdifferent.”
“Based on all your time with him?” I challenge. She’s never met him, so I don’t know why she’s so quick to defend him. Maybe because he’s the first guy to actually try sinceMatt.
“No, based on the way your face lights up when you say hisname.”
I don’t do that, do I? No. I don’t think Ido.
She laughs and points at my face. “You even do it when you think ofhim.”
“Whatever.” I’m going to have to work on that. I really hope he doesn’t notice. He’s good at getting me to do things as it is, if he has a read on me, I’m screwed. I think back to our last date and how sweet he was. Not many guys turn down a chance to get laid, but he did. I fell a little bit for him in thatmoment.
It was the first time in a long time that anyone put my needs above their own. I’m usually the one who has to sacrifice, and it was nice to have the shoe go on the otherfoot.
“Earth to Heather!” She waves her hand in myface.
“Sorry, I was justthinking.”
“Uh-huh. Can you help me?” Stephanieasks.
My arm hooks under hers, and she slowly climbs out of bed. For the last month, her physical therapist has been pushing her to use her muscles as much as possible. She was in a wheelchair for four months, and with a lot of work, she was able to walk a little with the walker. That progress seems to be deteriorating as well. She sits up and stretches herlimbs.
I watch my baby sister bite down whatever discomfort she’s feeling and get to her feet with shaky legs. I quickly move to support her. Her eyes say everything her voice doesn’t. The appreciation that I’m here and sorrow that she needs me shines as bright as the full moon outside the window. She and I take a few steps and grab the walker. We move without hurry through the halls as she tells me more aboutAnthony.
After another hour, I can see the exhaustion settling into herfeatures.
“I’m going to head home. Can I see you tomorrow?” I know that I’m spending the day with Eli, but I need to see her. After the conversation earlier, I think we are both coming to grips with the future. My mother used to tell us to hold on to the things we can control and let everything else go. She insisted that wasting time was never a good thing. She was right. I can’t control Steph’s disease, but I can control how I handle the time we have left together. I’m going to make the most of it, cherish it, and hope I don’t break when itends.
Steph smiles and touches my arm. “I think that can bearranged.”
“Doyou think on our next date we can do something in the afternoon?” I ask Eli, who’s standing in my living room while I pour another mug of coffee. Last night was tough. I couldn’t fall asleep until after two, and not wanting to look like crap, I was up early fixing myface.
“Oh, we’re going on another date?” Mischief is laced in his deep voice. “I thought you weren’t into me? I thought you friend-zoned me? I knew you couldn’tresist.”
I walk out of the kitchen and roll my eyes. Damn him and all his arrogance. “You’re the one who keeps calling these dates and showing up at my house. If anyone is into anyone . . . it’s you who is intome.”
There. Take that. I’m not chasing him, and I’m going to remind him ofthat.
He shrugs and pulls me against him. “I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m intoyou.”
My arms rest on his shoulders, and I smile. “Sometimes I still think this is adream.”
“Would you believe me if I said I feel the same,too?”
I shake my head, because I can’t see why he’d think that. Eliisthe dream come true. He’s the wish upon a star that girls spend their nights hoping for. Yet, he’s in my living room. I can’t tell you the nights I would dream about this very thinghappening.
“Well, I keep waiting to find something about you that I don’t like, but even the things that would normally annoy me, like trying to push me away so damn hard, only make me want you more. I’m just glad you’re starting tocave.”
“Who said I’m caving?” I goad him a bit. I enjoy ourbanter.
“I’d say the boat was a good indication I’m no longer friend-zoned.”
