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Aunt Lou was a true saint. For decades, she’d devoted herself to helping others. She had never met a problem she would not roll up her sleeves and solve, and she loved nothing more than drinking whiskey and swearing like a sailor on shore leave.
“Any luck recruiting more volunteers? People around here need to do more. Communities are built on effort and hard work. If we all sat around on our asses, society would crumble.”
Graham had done me a favor. The countless faceless women he’d met on Tinder had done me a favor. Though I could have done without the chlamydia. But antibiotics did the trick. Thank you, science.
I was falling asleep in her bed while she walked with my baby one floor up. Surely that made us friends. My chest expanded. I liked that. More than ever, I needed a friend.
That was the funny thing about grief. It was always there, in the shadows, waiting to step into the light as a reminder of how bad things could get. A testimony to how much a person had lost.
I love you and respect your choices. Even if those choices are baffling and misguided.”
“You make me work for it. It takes effort to earn your smiles and your laughter.”
“You may not be easy, but that doesn’t mean you’re not worth the work.”
She never called me out, but her example alone had my mind spinning. What could I do to help? How could I apply my skills in a way that would benefit the community?
My desire to spend time with him was beginning to feel far more urgent than my need to prove myself to my family.
“I can’t do it again. I can’t take the risk and live with the fallout.” “You already have,” Alice said gently. “You’re falling in love with him. Rather than fight it, accept the risk and do it anyway.”
My brain was a mess. I was a snow globe in a paint shaker.
“Will you dance with me?” My heart stuttered. Dance? “Here?” He nodded. “Our dance at your sister’s wedding was tense and forced. I need to collect my thoughts. And the only time my mind is clear and focused is when you’re in my arms.”
“Noah is a good egg,” Finn said. “He knows he stumbled upon a winning lottery ticket when he moved into the apartment above Victoria Randolph. I swear on Marge that he wouldn’t.” Damn, if my brother was swearing on his plane, he meant it. I wasn’t sure I really deserved that kind of loyalty.
The life I’d run away from, the life I’d worked so hard to avoid, now felt like the one thing that could save Tess and me.
