No Regrets

by Shannon K. Butcher

Page 42

 

  "Are you saying that you love me?"

  "No. I cant say that. " And he couldnt. He couldnt admit to loving her and give anyone who might be listening a weapon to use against him—a reason to hurt her.

  "I see. Well, I have no such problem. " Her voice softened, though whether from emotion or fatigue, he couldnt tell.

  "I love you, David. I want to be with you regardless of the risk. "

  The words sang to his soul and made what was left of his heart ache in desperation to hear them again. She loved him. How could a man like him be so lucky? He didnt deserve her love. But, oh, how he wanted it. "Dont be stupid.

  Being with me is not worth that kind of risk. Im not worth that kind of risk. "

  "Youre wrong. Even knowing what I do now—knowing what would happen, if someone gave me the choice of whether or not to go back and do it all again—the time with you and the torture at the end, or no time with you at all—

  Id gladly do everything the same way again. No regrets. "

  She wasnt lying. David could see that in her eyes. She meant every word she said.

  It made his gut clench. It made him want to howl like an animal in the face of the bittersweet pain hef words caused. How could she love him that much? Him, a violent man who had made so many mistakes? "You cant mean that. "

  "I do mean it. Those days we had together were worth every single cut and bruise, every single speck of fear that I suffered. And I only had a few days with you. Mary had years. If she loved you as much as I do—and Im sure she did —she would have gladly accepted her fate as the price for the time she had with you. Maybe youre too dumb to realize it, but youre a good man. Youre worth every bit of suffering. "

  "Theres been enough suffering because of having me in your life. Dont say youre willing to take that kind of risk again. "

  She reached for his hand, and it was only then that he realized that he was by her side, as close to her as he could get without climbing up on the bed with her. Her fingers were cold and he automatically wrapped them inside his hands to warm them.

  Her voice was soft, but no less demanding. "Why? Because then youll no longer have an excuse to run? Because youll have to face the fact that I love you and am willing to be with you even if it means I die?"

  "I wont let you die. " It was a promise, a vow his soul forced him to give her.

  "Its not your choice. It never was. "

  Could she be right? Could it be true that he never had control over life and death? Hed killed. Hed protected people from harm. Didnt that give him control? "God, Noelle. Dont do this to me. "

  "Im not doing anything but showing you that your life doesnt have to be about guilt and trying to make up for a crime you didnt commit. You can have a second chance at happiness if you want it. All you have to do is take it. "

  The tiny part of him that was still human, haunted and hopeful wanted that more than anything. He craved a second chance, but did he deserve it? "I dont know if I can. What if it happens all over again? What if you die like Mary did?"

  Her fingers slid over his palm, soothing him. The fire in her voice was gone, but her words burned all the same.

  "What if I dont? What if you let yourself love me and in forty years from now were sitting on our front porch watching our grandkids play in the yard?"

  "Oh, God," he groaned, nearly doubling over with longing. She was offering him everything he wanted. Love. A family. How could he turn it away? "Noelle, please. "

  Her voice was thin with weariness. "Its up to you, David. You can shut down and disappear, or you can let yourself live. Whatever you choose, Ill still love you. Ill never regret loving you. "

  He closed his eyes, willing away the hot tears that gathered behind his lids. He didnt want to cry. He hadnt cried since Mary died. Hed wanted to stay locked in his safe, emotionless box, but Noelle wasnt going to let that happen.

  She was tearing away every one of his barriers and forcing him to give his soul room to breathe. To grow.

  Did Noelle really have no regrets? Could Mary have felt the same way as well? Would she have been willing to sacrifice herself for the love theyd shared?

  It didnt seem possible. He wasnt worthy of that kind of love, but Mary had always given more of herself than he deserved. Just like Noelle.

  He wished he could talk to Mary one more time and tell her how sorry he was that hed failed her. There were so many things he wanted her to know—selfish things that would ease his guilt while doing nothing to bring her back.

  But Mary had always been able to read his mind. Maybe she already knew.

  Maybe she knew that hed done everything he could to get to her and it still wasnt enough. Maybe she knew that: he would have traded his life for her a thousand times over if necessary. He would have gladly taken her place—been tortured, frightened, helpless. He would have done anything. Anything.

  As he looked into Noelles eyes and saw her boundless potential for love, so much like Marys, he knew that it was true. The Mary that he loved would never have accused him of failing. She would have wanted him to be happy. To be loved. To keep living even though she was gone.

  Suddenly, a quiet sort of peace settled over him. From one heartbeat to the next, David felt free. Noelle made him see that hed been looking for what he needed in the wrong place. He needed forgiveness, but not from Noelle or Mary. He needed to forgive himself.

  So he did. He let go of all the should haves and would haves and what ifs and gave himself the benefit of the doubt.

  Maybe he hadnt done everything right in his life, but he always worked to get the important stuff right. He knew without a doubt that when Mary had died, shed known that he loved her. He always made sure that she knew through both word and deed.

  Marys death was in the past, and he was finally ready to let go of all the pain and guilt and anger hed kept bottled up inside for so long. As he released all those feelings, be began to remember the good times with Mary— the happy times that he hadnt been able to recall amid all the guilt and shame.

  They had loved and laughed and lived, and he would keep those thoughts in his mind in remembrance of the woman she had been.

  He would five the life that Mary would have wanted him to live. Hed let himself have the happiness hed found with Noelle. He only prayed that she would still have him after hed been foolish enough to think he should walk away from what they had.

  David covered Noelles hand with his, willing her to understand what he couldnt figure out how to say. "Im not good enough for you. Ill never be good enough for you. But I want you anyway. I cant walk away from you. I want you to marry me. Not in a few years. Right now. Ill go into hiding with you. Ill give up my work. Compared to you, it means nothing to me. "

  Her eyes widened and he felt her hand shake harder against his palm. "Marry you? Now?"

  "Dont say no. Give me a chance to make you happy. Let me keep you safe. "

  "Is that why you want to marry me? To protect me? I dont want to be a duty or a burden to anyone, especially not you. "

  "I do want to protect you, but thats not all. "

  "Then why? Why do you want to marry me?"

  She was going to make him say it. He didnt want to. He didnt want to put his heart out there like thai, all open and vulnerable for her to see. He wanted to keep that part of him safe. As long as he didnt say the words, if she refused him, he could walk away with at least his pride intact.

  But as he looked into her eyes, he knew that if he didnt take the chance, he might lose her.

  Fuck his pride. He wanted Noelle.

  David took a deep breath, closed his eyes and took a : chance. "Because I love you. I dont want to be without you.

  I want to go to bed with you at night and wake up by your side in the morning. I want to buy a little house somewhere and have a few kids. I want to sit on that porch with you in forty years and watch our grandkids play. I want it all, but only with you. "

  She was silent
for a long moment, as if trying to decipher what hed just said.

  Her silence was making him worry, and like a babbling idiot, he kept babbling. "I dont care where we live. If you want to try to go back into teaching, Ill figure out a way for you to do it safely. Im not sure exactly how, but Ill figure something out. If you want, we can—"

  She grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked him down toward her, cutting him off. She kept pulling until his mouth met hers, and she kissed him like she had back at the cabin—so sweet and full of love that there was no way that even an idiot like him could miss it.

  He pulled away, his pulse racing, his breathing faster from just a few soft kisses. Man, this woman went straight to his head.

  "In case you were wondering" she said in a husky voice. "That was a yes. "

  "Yes? As in yes youll marry me?"

  "Yes. Ill marry you. And the rest of it, too. The kids, the grandkids. All of it. "

  Davids heart swelled, forcing out all the guilt and insecurity of the past. He had all he needed right here in front of him. Noelle.

  He bent down and kissed her gently, careful of her bruised face. She sighed and settled deeper into the pillow. He could tell she was tired, so he pulled away to give her a chance to rest.

  "Im going to go tell Grant and Caleb, but Ill be back in fifteen minutes to climb up on that bed with you and hold you. Im not letting you get away. "

  She gave him an indulgent, tired smile. "Im not going anywhere. "

  "Youre one hell of a woman, Noelle. "

  "And youre one hell of a man, David. "

  David kissed her again, marveling at his good fortune in having her in his life. If Noelle thought he deserved a second chance, who was he to argue? After all, she was the smart one.