Page 40 of The One for Me
“And what did you tell her?”
I sigh. “I told her that I want more, and she’s reluctant.”
“Why?” he asks as though I have a clue.
“I don’t know, dude. She says it’ll change us, which it will. She says that she can’t lose me, which she won’t.”
He lifts his hand. “You can’t promise that. If you guys end badly, there’s that chance.”
He’s right. If I let myself love her and then we end things, I don’t know how we’d go back to what we’ve always been.
“Maybe we’re just feeling all this because I’m back and she’s here, you know? What if this is some penance for the past? If I let this go now, then we can go back to normal and not mess up what we have.”
“Sean, you’re the best of us. You really are, but you’re a moron when it comes to Devney. You’ve lied to yourself for so long I doubt you even know what you feel.”
I haven’t lied to myself. They seem to have this belief that what we feel has been there the whole time, but it’s not. I have always loved Devney, but it wasn’t until she told me that Oliver was planning to propose that I realized I was in love with her.
All I saw was her in a white dress, standing at the altar, but it wasn’t Oliver’s hand she was holding—it was mine.
I knew, in that instant, that I felt something for her that I didn’t really comprehend.
“I know I want to see what this is.”
“And if you see that you want a life with her?”
I look up the drive, praying a car comes so I can end this.
He nudges me with his arm.
“Then I have to find a way to make her come to Florida with me. Unlike you and Declan, I have zero possibility of staying in Sugarloaf.”
And that’s really the big hurdle. Devney won’t leave. I don’t know why or what is keeping her here, but that’s going to be one thing we are going to figure out.
“You know, the funny thing is that neither Declan or I did either, but when you find the one for you, it makes things that were impossible suddenly seem obtainable.”
He might be right, but I don’t have the same luxuries that they do.
“Maybe so, but no one is saying that Devney is the one for me.”
Connor snorts under his breath. “And, yet, you aren’t saying she isn’t.”
I let that settle over us as finally I see the dirt kick up on the driveway. We both walk silently toward Hadley, who is bouncing up and down. The truck stops, and Zach and another guy, who I’m assuming is his brother, emerge.
“Zach Hennington,” I say with my hand extended.
“God, it’s been forever.”
“It sure has, but you look great—old, but good.”
He rolls his eyes. “If I remember, you’re not too far behind me.”
“I’ll be thirty this year, you’re, what? Fifty now?”
The guy beside him laughs. “I like this dude.”
Zach grins. “You would. This is my brother, Wyatt.”
I shake his hand as well. “Great to meet you.”
