“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve got to admit, the life you lived in Louisville is different than the one you have now. I’m scared that if you have a place to run, a person to run to, when things get tough you’ll go. ” Ryan stretches out the fingers of my left hand that had begun to retighten. “There’s always going to be someone doubting us, Beth, and I can’t be in this if you’re always running. ”
“No more running. I promise. ” It’s almost painful to step past my pride to say the rest.
“You were right…in Louisville…about me having a life in Groveton. I have you…but I also have Scott and Lacy and school. I like who I am here. ”
“Me too,” he says as if proving his case.
“But Isaiah and I go back too far for me to abandon him. I’m here. Heart. Soul. Body.
Groveton’s my home, but I will never abandon a friend, especially my best friend. ” I stare at the comforter beneath us. “I need you to be okay with it, because I’m not budging when it comes to him. ”
After a few moments of silence, I risk a glance. Ryan eventually caves. “Fine. He’s your friend. If you’re going to trust me, then I’m going to trust you. ”
I kick off my shoes and rub my toe against his foot. It’s the best I can do with an arm in a sling. “Deal. I love you and…” I swallow my fear and push through. “I trust you. ”
“Good. ” Ryan’s muscles visibly settle and his eyelids flutter.
“Good,” I repeat, allowing myself to relax along with him. “You know I want to hear it again. ”
Ryan moves closer, wraps a protective arm around my waist, and shuts his eyes. “I trust you. ”
“Nice try. ” I softly mock elbow him with my padded cast and his chest moves as he chuckles. It feels so good to tease him again.
“The other thing. Say that. ”
“I love you. ”
Enjoying his warmth and strength, I melt into him and close my own eyes. “Again. ”
“I love you,” he whispers.
“Again. ” But this time my mind drifts as I hear his soft declaration. I mean to demand the words again, but then my head finds his chest.
His heart beats steadily in my ear and I have my answer. Both Ryan and I lose ourselves in each other and sleep.
Ryan
A YEAR AGO, I had my life completely mapped out. It turns out, no one knows the future. I slip my arms through the suit coat and readjust my shoulders so the jacket will fit properly on my body. The bruises and cuts faded, but my ribs still ache by the end of the day. Especially if I’ve pushed myself too hard.
“Your tie is crooked. ” Mom leans one shoulder against the door frame and gives a disapproving nod as she looks at my throat.
“Come here. ”
I inch away from my dresser and Mom undoes the knot.
“You look nice,” she says.
“Except for the tie. ”
Mom’s lips tilt up and she slides the tie to measure it against my chest. “Except for the tie. How do you feel?”
“Good. ”
Lines worry her eyes and she strains to hold the smile. “I know the doctor cleared you to start practicing, but I think you should wait another week or two. Just to be sure everything healed correctly. ”
Mom expertly weaves the tie into a knot and tightens it up to my throat. She stares at it for a second before letting her hand touch my cheek—a rare physical gesture for both of us.