“Okay. Ten.”
They walked in silence into the living room. Funny, he thought as he stepped into the expansive, sparsely-decorated room. When they’d looked at the house, they’d both talked about how perfect this room was, and they’d made all kinds of plans to outfit it with an awesome home theatre system so they could spend evenings watching movies. In here. Together.
He couldn’t remember the last time they’d watched anything together in here or anywhere else. Up until recently, the coffee table had been covered with books and binders relating to the wedding, and he was pretty sure the surround-sound speakers were still in a box somewhere.
Nick was too restless to sit. Apparently Kristina was too, and they faced each other from opposite ends of the coffee table. No one moved and no one spoke.
Kristina raised her eyebrows in an unspoken, “Well?”
“Listen, we—”
“If you’re here to tell me why I should be okay with what
you did with my sister,” she snarled. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“No, I’m not,” he said. “This is about you and me. I want to bury the hatchet.”
She laughed bitterly. “Oh, sure. Let’s get right on that.”
“Kristina,” he said, almost whispering, “I’m sorry I hurt you, but I couldn’t in good conscience make those vows to you when I knew—and I think deep down you knew too—this wouldn’t last.”
“What?” She threw up her hands. “No, Nick, I didn’t know it wouldn’t last. Not until you ditched me on our wedding day and then slept. With. Deanna.”
“Really?” he said, gritting his teeth. “Come on. About the only things we’ve had going for us the last year are the house and the wedding.”
She shifted her weight. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve had planning the wedding, buying the house, moving in, all of that to keep us busy.” He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans to keep from folding his arms across his chest. “When we weren’t dealing with those? We either weren’t talking to each other or we were fighting.”
“Those were stressful and time-consuming,” she said. “Of course they were occupying us.”
“So what was going happens when we’d moved in and the wedding was over?”
Kristina fidgeted again, almost squirming. “What do you mean?”
“I think the house and the wedding were distracting us,” he said. “They were easy diversions. From the fact that we really do not get along that well. Not well enough to make this work.”
“Is that why you weren’t interested in the wedding, then?”
“Wasn’t interested?” He shook his head. “I was, Kristina, but you didn’t strike me as being very interested in my input.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How often did you offer any input?”
“You mean before or after you decided to go ahead with a location where people who were important to me couldn’t make it if they wanted to?” He exhaled. “It’s like you were so caught up in planning the wedding and making sure it was perfect, but it didn’t matter if key people from my end were there. In fact, it didn’t even seem to matter to you if I was there.”
“Of course I wanted you there,” she snapped. “And if you didn’t want to be there, you could have said something sooner.”
A million arguments flew to the tip of his tongue, but Nick bit them back. He wasn’t getting anywhere this way, and he only had a few minutes before she called time on this discussion.
Ignoring his pounding heart and the sick feeling in his stomach, he said, “I want you to answer something. Just be honest.”
She tightened her arms across her chest. “Fine.”
“Do you really think you and I would have been happy?”
Kristina jumped like he’d shocked her. “What kind of question is that?”
“One that we should both think about,” he said. “If we’d gotten married and none of the rest of this had happened—”
“You expect me to answer that now that I know you’ve had the hots for my sister all this time?”
He exhaled, resisting the urge to do so impatiently. “I never touched her, or even thought about touching her, until after I left. I swear it.”
Kristina clenched her jaw, but didn’t respond.
“Think about it,” Nick went on, keeping his voice gentle. “Once the wedding was over, and it was just you and me for the rest of our lives…” He raised his eyebrows. “Would we have been happy? Or would we have just tolerated each other until one of us finally pulled the trigger and called it off?”
She avoided his eyes. “Nick, I loved you. I wasn’t…”
“I know you did,” he said. “I’ve never doubted that. But marriage means being compatible. Living together every day for the rest of our lives. You and I, we have different ideas about things. We want different things out of life.” He swallowed hard. “You deserve someone who wants the same things you do. And so do I. That is why I left. No other reason.”
Her expression wavered between rock solid and ready to crack. “Then why were we getting married?”
Nick swallowed. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
Kristina stared at the coffee table. Then she sank onto the couch and let her face fall into her hands. Nick approached her cautiously, unsure if she’d want him any closer than he was. He sat beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. When she didn’t recoil, he
put his arm around her.
“Kristina, I swear on my life, I never meant to hurt you.” He pulled her against him and let her rest her head against his shoulder. “But I want you to be happy. I want to be happy too. And there’s no way I could go into our marriage honestly when I knew we were just keeping each other from finding the right people.”
For the longest time, she didn’t speak. Her shoulders were hunched, and he could tell by the way she shook and the occasional sniff that she was, in spite of her best efforts, crying.
Finally, she sat up. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at him. “Did you love me?”
Nick blinked. “What?”
“Just answer me,” she whispered. “Did you love me?”
“Absolutely.” He brushed a tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “And when I asked you to marry me, I meant it. I wanted to marry you. I wish I’d told you sooner when I realized things wouldn’t work out, but… I just didn’t want to hurt you. I still don’t, because I do still love you, Kristina.” He smoothed her hair. “And that’s why Deanna and I weren’t going to tell you what happened that night. It wasn’t that we wanted to lie to you or deceive you. We knew what we’d done was wrong, and we knew the truth would hurt you. Keeping it to ourselves meant you didn’t have to live with it like we did. That was all it was.”
Kristina kept her eyes down. “Was it just the one time?”
He chewed the inside of his cheek, hesitating to answer because he wasn’t sure if the truth would hurt more than a lie in this case.
She looked at him, and her eyes were cold. “Never mind. Don’t—”
“It was the first time,” he said. “It wasn’t until after we came back from the island and tried to talk things over that we realized…”
She exhaled, lowering her gaze again, and her entire demeanor deflated as her shoulders fell. “You have feelings for her.”
Nick nodded slowly. “Yes.”
For the longest time, she said nothing, and Nick couldn’t decide if she was fuming, digesting information, struggling not to break down, thinking. Finally, barely whispering, she said, “Do you love her?”
Nick’s mouth went dry. How the hell was he supposed to answer that without pouring more salt in Kristina’s wounds?
“Just tell me.” She still didn’t look up. “Be honest. Please.”
“Yes,” he said softly, flinching when she did. “But that never even crossed my mind until after I broke things off with you. What happened that night, it just… I promise you, Kristina, it was complete
ly out of left field for both of us.”
She lifted her head and met his eyes. “But you have feelings for her now.”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
She lowered her gaze again.
“I’m not justifying what happened between Deanna and me that night,” he said. “And I’m not justifying how much you’ve been hurt through all of this. But I think it was a wake-up call for both of us that we wouldn’t have been happy together.”
“And that you and Deanna would be happy together.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” He squeezed her shoulder gently. “But we’re not going to be together unless we know you’re okay with it.”
She eyed him. “What?”
“If you don’t want us to be together,” Nick said, “just say the word. We won’t see each other behind your back.”
Kristina wiped a tear from her cheek and sniffed. “You two would stop seeing each other? If I told you I couldn’t deal with it?”
He nodded. “If that’s that you want. We’ve hurt you enough. It’s important you and Deanna find a way to fix things between you, and if having me in the picture will just strain things, then we’re both willing to let that go. I won’t be a barrier between you and your sister.”
“You want to be together, though.” Her expression and voice hardened again. “And tell me again how I’m supposed to believe there was nothing there when suddenly there is something there?”
“I don’t expect it to make sense,” he said. “It doesn’t make sense to me or Deanna either.” He looked her in the eye. “All I can ask is for you to take me at my word that there was nothing between us before that night.”
Kristina made a frustrated gesture with one hand. “I just don’t understand how you could go from being completely faithful and devoted to me, to sleeping with her, to feeling this way about
her. I don’t get it.”
“I don’t either,” he said. “That night, we were both upset, and I think we just needed someone. Anyone.”
“And you both happened to be there.”
Nick nodded. “Then, after the fact…” He blew out a breath. “I can’t explain it. I wish I could.”
Kristina sighed. “Maybe none of this ever makes sense. No wonder relationships aggravate everyone.”
“No kidding.” He paused, swallowing hard. “Do you at least believe me when I say I never, ever wanted to hurt you?”
She didn’t answer right away. It was all he could do not to back away from her intent gaze as she searched his eyes, but he was determined to look her in the eye. Seconds ticked by. The better part of a minute. Nick’s heart pounded, and he wondered what she saw in his face, hoped his eyes told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Finally, she released a breath and nodded slowly. “Yeah. I believe you.” Shifting her gaze away, she wrung her hands in her lap. “I think that’s been the hardest part with all of this, actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not a cruel person,” she said. “You never have been. I don’t think you could be if you wanted to be. And I’ve, I don’t know…” She swallowed and looked at him again. “I guess I just couldn’t reconcile what happened—what I thought happened—with the man I knew.”
Nick couldn’t decide if that was a relief, or if it cut deeper knowing just how betrayed she must have felt if she’d never imagined him doing something like that.
Kristina smiled weakly. “Now if I can just find another guy like you…”
He tried not to visibly wince. “You’ll find someone better than me. A lot better than me.”
“Maybe,” she whispered. “You think any of us ever find that perfect someone?”
A tingle of guilty déjà vu crept up his spine, especially as he said, “I don’t think anyone ever gets it exactly right. I think we just kind of stumble around blindly until we crash into a person whose bullshit we’re willing to put up with, and who’s willing to put up
with our bullshit.”
Kristina smirked. “You got that from Deanna, didn’t you?”
He laughed. “She said it to you?”
“No, it just sounds like her.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” His humor faded. “And I just don’t think you and I were made to put up with each other’s bullshit.”
She managed a soft laugh. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” She paused, and her expression turned more serious. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, and Nick’s heart sank as Kristina’s shoulders did. “No, you’re definitely right.”
“This isn’t a bad thing, Kristina,” he said. “You deserve better than me, and we both deserve better than what we had together, and I want us both to have the freedom to find that.”
She wiped her eyes and looked at him, smiling faintly. “So you’re letting me go so I can find someone who will put up with my bullshit?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.”
“You always were quite the romantic.” She laughed, and her eyes welled up as she put her hand over his. “My sister’s lucky to have you.”
He blinked. “You’re… you’re okay with…”
She exhaled and squeezed his hand. “You’re right about us not being happy together. Deanna and I can work things out with time, but I’d be selfish to say you two had to split up for me.”
“Even after we—”
“Nick.” She held his gaze. “I’ll find someone eventually. Hopefully. But you already have, and I can’t ask you to give that up.”
He stared at her in disbelief. “Are you sure about this?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
Nick pulled her to him and hugged her, and as he did, he closed his eyes and whispered, “When you do find someone, Kristina, he’s going to be one lucky man.”
She laughed. “Thanks.”
They held on to each other for a moment, and as they let each other go, she said, “You know, now I kind of feel bad for leaving the ring in the parking lot. Seems like kind of a waste. It was a pretty stone, and you probably spent—”
“Actually, I picked it up.” He paused. “If you want to keep it, I can bring it back.”
“You bought it,” she said with a shrug.
“Yeah, but I gave it to you,” he said. “I can’t really ask for it back. Besides, maybe you can have the stone reset or something. You’d probably get more use out of it than I would.”
“It’s up to you.”
“I’ll bring it by next time I come to get my stuff.” He chewed his lip. “What about you and Deanna, though? Are you going—”
She squeezed his hand. “Deanna and I will work things out between us. But you two should be together.” Releasing his hand, she added, “Like, now.”
“You—”
“Go.” She nudged him and gestured toward the front door.
“Are you kicking me out?”
Kristina laughed. “No, I’m not kicking you out. But I know you, and you’re probably itching to be with her. So…” She nodded toward the door. “Go.”
“Will you be okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “I feel a lot better now that we’ve talked, so… yeah.”
“Good.” He hugged her again and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry I put you through all of this.”
“I forgive you,” she said.
“Thank you,” he whispered. As he let her go, he said, “And just for the record, next guy that comes along? If he treats you like shit, he’s going to have to answer to your sister and me.”
Kristina smiled. “Good to know.”
Eleven
Kristina.
Deanna stared at the name on her caller ID. Hadn’t Kristina said she didn’t want to speak to her again? But now she was calling?
She eyed her phone warily, then answered. “Hello?”
“Hey.” Her sister’s voice was soft, maybe even a little timid. “Can… can we talk?”
“Uh, sure. Yeah. What’s up?”
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nbsp; “Listen,” Kristina said. “Nick and I just had a long talk.”
Deanna’s eyes widened. On one hand, she wanted to kill him for going to Kristina even when she’d asked him to leave her alone, but on the other, Kristina was talking to her. Without an ounce of hostility in her voice, Kristina was talking to her.
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