Still The One. Michelle Major
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island. “How was Mom when you left?”
“Sleeping.”
“She’s happy you’re here.” Julia laughed without humor. “She hated the idea that I’d try to run the adoption fair and screw it up.”
Before Lainey could answer, Ethan’s chair scraped on the wood floor. “Do you have bags in the car? I’ll bring them in.”
“It’s unlocked.”
As he stepped past her out the back door, she came farther into the kitchen, walking back in time. The walls were painted the same warm yellow she remembered, and a short valance with bright red cherries hung from the bank of windows framing the breakfast nook.
She faced Julia across the large island. “What are you two doing here?” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder.
“I picked up groceries.” Julia held up an apple. “Vera’s command. Keep you well fed and you’ll have more energy to do her bidding.” She arched one brow. “Ethan was in the driveway when I got here. Maybe he was waiting for you.”
“Doubtful. He ripped my head off this morning at Carl’s.”
Julia’s big eyes widened farther. “You’d seen him before you got to the hospital? That was quick, even for you.”
Ouch. The comment stung although she understood the insinuation behind it. Julia had only been gone a couple of months before Lainey and Ethan had begun their brief relationship. But when you’d loved someone forever the way Lainey had loved Ethan, timing didn’t matter the same way.
At least it hadn’t to her. Now she knew better.
“I never wanted to come back.”
Julia put away a gallon of milk and moved a box of Cheerios to the back of the counter. “We’re adults now. We can make it work.”
Unconvinced, Lainey nodded, willing the words to be true. “Did Mom command you to say that?”
Julia sighed. “Maybe.”
Ethan’s heavy footfalls sounded on the porch. “Where do you want these?” he asked as he came through the back door carrying two large suitcases.
“In my old room. First one on the left.”
“I know which room is yours,” he mumbled under his breath.
Right.
She watched him maneuver the luggage through the doorway and down the narrow hall that led to the stairs. Muscles bunched under his T-shirt as he hefted the larger bag over the table in the entry.
Julia studied her with an unreadable expression.
“What?”
Julia raised her hands, palms facing forward. “Nothing at all, Lain-Brain,” she said.
“Don’t call me that. It was awful when I was ten. Now it’s downright rude.”
Julia walked around the side of the island. “I’ll see you at the hospital in the morning. Visiting hours start at eight.”
“You can’t leave,” Lainey whispered. “Shouldn’t you and Ethan walk out together?”
Julia shook her head. “I don’t think so. He wasn’t lurking around the garage for me.”
“Do not go …”
Julia’s pace didn’t slow. “The question is does the nickname still fit?” she called over her shoulder.
“Julia!”
“Is there anything else I can bring in?”
She whirled at the sound of Ethan’s voice. He filled the doorway between the hall and the kitchen, a lock of hair falling across his dark eyes.
Once upon a time, she’d spent hours gazing at him, memorizing every bit of his face. Now she only wanted to forget. She tried to muster the anger she’d felt that morning but couldn’t find the energy for it.
“I don’t think so.” She wrapped her arms tighter around herself. “Just so you know, I got dog food.”
“I left a couple bags in the garage, too.”
“Excuse me?”
He stepped toward her then stopped and ran one hand through his hair, the same unconscious gesture he’d had since high school. “It’s important to Vera that you came. Buying a bag of kibble is easier than giving you grief about what you feed your dog.”
She could deal with anger from him, but not kindness. Kindness might melt her frozen heart, and Lainey couldn’t risk the heartbreak again. “Like I told you, she’s not exactly my dog.”
When he didn’t respond, she walked to the counter to continue unloading groceries. “So if you know of anyone who needs a new pet …”
“How long are you staying?”
Her hands stilled on a bag of mini-carrots. “Mom wants me to run the entire adoption fair.”
He nodded. “I figured as much. That weekend means the world to her.”
Lainey laughed. “Then it’s hard to believe she’d trust it with me. We’ll see. I’ve got a couple assignments I need to reschedule. A summer in Brevia wasn’t part of the plan.”
He rocked back on his heels. “I saw your feature in Outside Magazine on the volcanoes. And the pictures of Everest from National Geographic. Amazing.”
Never in a million years could Lainey have imagined this conversation. The life of a nomadic photographer was so different than the future she’d planned it was almost comical. But she knew Vera paraded the magazines with her pictorials by anyone who crossed her path.
Even though she shot for a number of national publications, every picture was personal. She put a piece of her soul into each photo and it made her uncomfortable knowing Ethan had seen them. Even stranger that he actually remembered her spreads.
She couldn’t put into words the way traveling had saved her, allowed her to escape from her mind and the constant pain of losing her baby and the man she’d loved. She hadn’t been able to talk about the tragedy ten years ago, and she certainly wouldn’t now. Instead she told him, “I’m lucky to have the job I do.”
He watched her for several seconds like he’d forgotten what she’d just said. “That’s cool,” he answered finally.
What were they talking about? Her work. Right.
“Cool,” she repeated. “That’s me.”
Not quite.
At this moment, she was unbelievably not cool. She felt off balance, not sure how to navigate this new water when she’d vowed to keep an ocean between her and the man standing across the room.
“You’ve taken Dad’s practice to the next level,” she said, groping for a topic that wasn’t so personal to her. As soon as the words were out, she realized her father’s legacy made it worse.
“I’m still grateful for the opportunity your father gave me,” Ethan answered, his voice so solemn it made her throat ache. “His reputation is the backbone of the clinic.”
This wasn’t right either. His words were too serious in the quiet intimacy of the kitchen. Lainey didn’t do intimacy anymore. If the past had taught her one thing, it was not to let emotional connections influence her life. That only ended in pain for everyone involved.
She cocked her head to one side, hoping to lighten the mood. “When did you become such a Boy Scout? What happened to badass Ethan Daniels?”
His back stiffened, his molten eyes going icy. “In case you’ve forgotten, me being a badass tore your family apart. I changed a lot after you left. I changed fast.”
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