Annie tilted her head, trying to assess her friend. “You want him to?”
“Depends on the day.”
Annie understood that completely.
“SO TELL ME ABOUT LAST night.” Becky was calm once more, her capable, reliable self as she turned the tables on Annie.
Glancing at her watch, Annie asked, “Don’t you have to get back?”“I’m working at the clinic this afternoon. I have another hour before I have to be there.”
“Did you get that yogurt you were after?”
Becky grimaced and shook her head. “I was on my way in when I saw Luke. So I turned around and came back here.”
Annie had figured as much. “Why don’t we load the bike up and go to my place? I’ll make us some tuna salad and we can talk.”
SHE ADDED PICKLES and onion to the tuna, put a plate of thin wheat crackers on the table, and they nibbled as Annie relayed, almost word for word, the scene between her and Blake the night before.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” she asked her friend as her story came to its end.“Not at all.” Becky didn’t hesitate. “The world has changed so much in the past five years,” she said. “Not only has it become common for women to assume challenging roles in the workplace, we’re learning that we have all kinds of personal strengths we didn’t realize we had. Society, as a whole, is also more focused on getting the most out of life. Going after what we want. And you’re a product of that.”
“I live in a tiny town in Texas, in the middle of nowhere,” Annie reminded her.
“With the Internet, no place is in the middle of nowhere anymore.”
Annie knew she’d needed to talk to Becky. Her friend had always had a way of making sense of the world, most particularly when Annie couldn’t seem to do so herself.
“I wrote in my column this morning about being honest,” she said, thinking aloud. “And the one thought I kept coming back to was how badly I want this baby. I mean, I get a little scared sometimes, when I think of raising a child all alone, but mostly I just feel peaceful about the idea. I’m so sure this is the right step for me.”
“Not that it matters,” Becky said, laying a hand on top of Annie’s, “but I think so, too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve never said so.”
“I didn’t want to encourage you, in case you weren’t sure.”
“So what makes you say so now?”
“It meant so much to you that you were willing to risk the pain of seeing Blake again—even knowing that he’d say no.”
Annie was tempted to say nothing. But this was Becky.
“He didn’t actually say no yet.” It meant nothing. “I think he has to at least give the appe
arance of considering the idea, because of his friendship with Cole.”
Damn Cole for putting her—and Blake—in this position. As much as she adored her younger brother, there were times when his stubborn refusal to accept that she and Blake were over grated on her nerves.
Becky was staring at her. “Blake didn’t say no?”
“Not yet. But he will.”
“What did he say?” The interest in Becky’s eyes scared Annie. As if there was something there…
“That he’d think about it. Like I said, he has to, because he’s still Cole’s friend.” She wanted to make that point abundantly clear.
“Did he say when he’d let you know?”