Page 39 of A Chance for Us
Dad looks to Linda.
There is nothing she hates more than being questioned or talked into a corner. “If that’s what Patrick wants, then fine. But I know my husband, and he is ready to lie down.”
My father smiles. “I’d like to stay, sweetheart. The fresh air is good for me, and we can rest in the chairs. Will you come sit with us?” Daddy asks Oliver and me.
“Of course,” Oliver says before I can. We walk down there, Oliver helping my father down the pathway.
“This is very dangerous for you,” Linda says as she slips a little, but Oliver steadies her. “If I knew I might break my neck to spend some time with your sisters, I would’ve protested more. This is incredibly dangerous for you. If you fall, then what?”
“The crew has plans to build steps so this isn’t quite so steep, but we had to focus on the indoors first,” Oliver explains.
“Don’t worry,” Dad says with a wave of his arm. “I’m being careful.”
We reach the bottom and get Daddy settled, and Aunt Marie comes down with a pillow and blanket. “Here, this way Pat can rest and be comfortable.”
They fuss over him, and he rolls his eyes. “Enough. I’m fine.”
I kiss his cheek. “Everyone just loves you.”
We all sit around, telling stories of when I was little, and Oliver laughs as my family regales him with stories of my childhood that no one should know. How I got sick after my uncles took me on the spinning cups ride at the beach. How I cried after my first kiss because I thought he was trying to do something to hurt me with his tongue. And, of course, how I got locked in the store refrigerator when I was seven and playing hide and seek.
The Parkersons make their way over to us and start with their own stories. I end up perched on Oliver’s leg, and his hand moves up and down my back as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It feels like it is too.
It’s as though this man is exactly the man I’ve always wanted. As though, a few days ago, I didn’t have an engagement called off.
This makes no sense. How can I not be completely wrecked over losing one-point-oh? I should be curled in a ball, sobbing about my lost love, but I’ve barely thought about him.
I haven’t wished it were his lips kissing me or his hand in mine. If that isn’t a sign that I never should’ve agreed to marry him, then I don’t know what is.
But this Oliver . . . he’s different.
He’s kind and funny and open and adorable. He has gone out of his way to make me comfortable and befriend my family.
I think I might be going insane because a part of me wonders if maybe there’s something here.
I look down at him, and he smiles. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, my hair falling over my face.
Oliver doesn’t let me get away with it, he pushes it back, forcing me to look at him. “Are you okay?”
I don’t feel okay. I feel lost and out of control, but I won’t say that aloud. Instead, I nod and focus on my emotions.
I like this. I like being with him, and none of this is supposed to be real. I don’t want to like him, at least not as more than a friend. Only, when he looks at me like this, I forget it’s a ruse.
I forget that I’m supposed to be acting.
The tapping of the glasses happens again, and I’m not sure if I’m happy that I’m going to kiss him again or upset because I wanted to kiss him without the clanging.
Oliver’s hand slides to the back of my head, pulling me to him. Our lips touch, and I want to cry when my father says, “This is all I ever wanted for her.”
Twelve
MAREN
“You seem nervous,” Devney says as she helps me move my wedding dress into my new room.
“I am.”
