A Perfect Ten (Forbidden Men 5)

She darted to me, holding out another clipboard. “Sorry. There was one more form I needed you to fill out.”

I froze as both of Oren’s parents whirled to gape at me. I sank closer to Noel, who wrapped a supportive arm around my shoulders. “O…okay.” I reached out and snagged the clipboard from her and sat in the nearest chair where I began to write with a trembling hand.

The Tennings kept staring. Finally, Brenda said, “You’re married?”

“I, uh…” I cleared my throat and pressed the pen flat against the clipboard. “Yeah. We…uh, we are. Oren and I are...married.”

The strap of Brenda’s purse slid off her shoulder and the entire thing plopped to the floor, completely unnoticed by her.

Her eyes narrowed with accusation, right before she repeated, “You’re married?”

I cringed lower into my seat. “Yes.” Noel sat beside me and took my hand. “W-we got married in Lake Tahoe.”

“Lake Tahoe?” Brenda looked like she might claw my eyes out, so I pressed harder against my brother.

Phil hissed a curse under his breath and shook his head. “I guess now we know why he turned down that job.”

“What?” I shook my head. “No. No, he didn’t get that job. He told me…” My voice trailed off as I realized Oren might’ve lied to me.

“Oh, he got the job.” Brenda scowled hard. “He said there were reasons why he couldn’t take it right now. He forgot to mention it was because he was married.”

“I…I…” I looked up at Noel, confused. “He got the job?”

Sympathy filled his gaze as he squeezed my hand.

“Why didn’t he tell me he got the job?”

Noel opened his mouth, but Brenda was the one who answered. “Probably because he didn’t want to distress his precious little eighteen-year-old bride into thinking he’d leave her.”

The truth pummeled me in the chest. Oren had stayed…for me. I wanted to cry all over again. He hadn’t even told me what he’d given up for me.

Instead of defending myself, all I could say was, “I’m nineteen now,” in a stupid, hollow voice.

“Eighteen, nineteen. Do I look like I care?” Brenda snarled. “My son is way too young to be getting married, and now because of it—because of you—he’s fighting for his very life as we speak.”

I flinched and pressed my hands to my chest as it shuddered. Pain rippled through me. The truth had never hurt so much. “I…I’m sorry,” I croaked, unable to look her in the eye.

She didn’t forgive me. “He could be safely tucked away in Lake Tahoe right now. But no, he stayed behind for you, and ended up saving you and your family. Now, I may lose my one and only child.”

She pressed a hand to her heart and tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’ve already lost one baby. I can’t lose the other. No. I just…I can’t.” Grabbing her husband’s arm, she glared at me, her chest heaving. “This is your fault. How could you do this to me?”

“Hey,” Noel started in my defense, but Phil held up his hand.

“Leave her be. She’s distraught.” But he seemed to agree with her because as he wrapped his arms around his wife in comfort, he sent me an accusing glare.

I shuddered, tears filling my eyes.

“Come on.” Noel took my hand and led me out of the waiting room and into the hall.

We collapsed onto a nearby bench, where he rocked me in his arms while I sobbed.

“She was right. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t suggested we go to that stupid waterfall. If I’d kept a better eye on Colton. If I hadn’t stopped Oren from going to Lake Tahoe.”

“Shh,” Noel commanded softly. “This was not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

“I should’ve held on to his hand longer. I should’ve—”

“No. Look at me. You did nothing wrong. And if Ten were here right now he’d say the same thing. He made the decision to stay in Ellamore with you. He made the decision to come today. And he made the decision to let go of your hand to save you.”