Thrill Me. Сьюзен Мэллери
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“You’re rich,” Maya teased gently.
“I am for me.” Phoebe sounded thrilled. “I have no idea what to do with the money. Zane told me to keep it in a separate account. That I earned it before the wedding, so it’s mine rather than ours.”
Because Zane would always take care of her, Maya thought, still amazed at how falling in love had mellowed her usually tight-ass brother.
“Are you going to listen to him?” Maya asked.
Phoebe nibbled on her bottom lip. “I think it should be ours.”
“Zane has the ranch. Keep the money. You’ll feel better having a nest egg.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re going to buy him something, aren’t you?”
Phoebe laughed. “I haven’t decided. So what’s going on with you?”
Maya told her about the videos planned for the town. “I’ll be working with Del.”
Phoebe’s brown eyes widened. “Del, the guy you knew after high school? The one who wanted to marry you?”
Maya shifted on her seat. If only it was that simple. “He’s the one,” she said, hoping her tone sounded light rather than guilty.
“What’s that like?”
“I don’t know. I thought it would be awkward, but he seems fine with us handling the project together.”
“How do you feel?”
“Confused.” Maya pulled the tablet out of her bag. “I told you that Del and I fell crazy in love that summer.”
“Uh-huh. It was after high school, right?”
Phoebe knew enough about her past that Maya didn’t have to explain about her mother or how difficult times had been before the move to Fool’s Gold.
“I loved him,” Maya said, feeling the guilt forming a knot in her stomach. “But I was so scared. Scared of what getting married would mean. Scared of getting stuck.”
“Scared you’d turn into your mom.”
Maya nodded. “I always knew that there wasn’t going to be a white knight on a horse riding in to rescue me. I knew I’d have to rescue myself. But with Del, I started to believe.”
“Loving him wasn’t enough,” Phoebe said quietly.
“It wasn’t. The closer we got to the date when we were going to run off, the more I started to freak. I finally had an opportunity to break free. To make something of myself. Was I really going to give that up for a guy?”
Phoebe leaned toward her. “Did you ask him about that? About going to college with you or finding some kind of compromise? Did you tell him you were scared?”
“No.” Maya swallowed. “I dumped him. I told him he was boring and this town was boring and that I didn’t want anything to do with him. Then I left.”
The truth was, she’d run. Away from Del, away from Fool’s Gold. Part of her wondered if she was still running. Fear was a powerful motivator.
“Ouch. You never talked to him again?” Phoebe asked.
“Not until a few days ago, when he walked into Mayor Marsha’s office.”
“How was he?”
“Fine. Friendly. Charming. He didn’t say a word.”
“How do you feel?”
“Guilty,” Maya admitted. “Like I have to apologize. But the timing is tricky. We’re working together. I don’t want it to be weird, but I owe him an apology and an explanation. Even if he has completely moved on, I need to do it for myself.”
“Then you have a plan.”
“I do. I also need you to look at a video I did. It’s a story about him. I have no idea how Mayor Marsha ever saw it, but she did and mentioned it to Del. So I’m going to have to show it to him. Can you watch it and tell me if it’s okay?”
What she really meant was, were there signs of unrequited love or anything else remotely humiliating? But she wouldn’t have to say that to Phoebe. Her friend would understand what she meant.
“I love watching your work,” Phoebe told her. “Let’s see what brilliance you’ve created.”
Maya set her tablet on the table, then cued up the video. While Phoebe watched it, she crossed to the family room and took in the changes her friend had made.
The chintz chairs and dark red sofa had been replaced with large couches covered in warm, family-friendly fabric. The walls had been painted and the artwork moved around. Fresh flowers in pretty vases had been scattered around the room.
Phoebe couldn’t help improving everything she touched, Maya thought, a little envious of the skill. Phoebe had never cared about ambition. Her dreams had been about belonging.
They’d met in college. Phoebe always told the story as if Maya had rescued her from loneliness and obscurity, but Maya knew it was the other way around. Her friend had been a rock—one of the few stable relationships she’d been able to count on.
Zane had been there, too, Maya thought. In his own curmudgeonly way. And Chase. But Chase was a kid, and Zane and she had had some difficult times. Being friends with Phoebe had always been so very easy.
Phoebe looked up from the tablet. “You’re so talented. I love this. You bring Del alive. I’ve never met him and I already like him. I love how you take us on the journey as he goes from extreme sport media darling to supercool businessman.” She looked at her watch. “In what? A three-minute segment? There’s nothing to worry about. This is an impressive story told by a news professional.”
Maya returned to the table and took the tablet. “Thank you. I don’t deserve the compliments, but I’ll accept them because I’m needy.” She paused. “So there’s nothing...”
Phoebe shook her head. “No unrequited like, let alone love. Don’t worry.”
“Thank you.” Maya dropped the tablet into her bag. “Enough about me. Tell me what’s going on with the wedding. Are you freaking out yet?”
“No, but it’s in my eight-day plan.” Phoebe grinned. “Actually I don’t think I have to freak out. Dellina Ridge is planning everything and she’s so into the details. Oh, that reminds me. We’re going to have a fitting for our dresses soon. I’ll let you know the second they come into the store.”
Phoebe had only wanted one attendant, and that was Maya. Chase would stand up with his brother. A family affair, Maya thought, still touched by the decision.
“I can’t wait,” Maya told her, and meant the words. She wanted to be there when Phoebe married Zane. She wanted to be a part of things. She might not have gotten the network job she’d wanted, but coming back to Fool’s Gold was going to be a good thing.
An hour later Maya hugged Phoebe goodbye. Before heading to her car, she detoured by the barn. Zane kept his office there. She found her ex-stepbrother working on his computer. When he saw her, he smiled.
“Phoebe said you were stopping by. Did she mention the dresses will be in soon?”
Maya stared at the man who had always seemed so disapproving and stern. “Seriously? You want to talk wedding fashions?”
“If it’s important to Phoebe, it’s important to me.”
She grinned and took the visitor’s chair. “Is that a chill I feel from the depths of hell?”
“Just taking care of what matters.”
Maya couldn’t believe how mean old Zane had changed. Although the truth was, he’d never been old or mean. He’d