Has to Be Love
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I give his arm a squeeze. “Thanks.”
“I’d like to kiss you before you leave. Am I overstepping?”
“Does …” I swallow hard as I raise my head from his arm. I want to see how he reacts to my question. To me. “Does it feel weird to kiss me? Are my scars …” I swallow again. “Are they as gross to you as they are to me?”
“What?” His brows scrunch in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
I touch my lip. Point to my eye, my cheek.
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You are beautiful, Clara. Inside and out. I look at your scars and all I see is strength. I see beauty and strength, and how amazing you are to have come out the other side of something that could have taken your life.”
His words knock into my heart, lightening, pushing, comforting. “You see the beauty in everyone.”
“Not Rhodes,” he teases. “I don’t think he’s beautiful.”
I laugh. An honest, real laugh. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You.” He tilts his head until our faces nearly touch. “You have always been perfect to me, Clara. Always.”
I close my eyes and ache at the nearness of him.
His lips touch mine so softly I barely feel him, and a small hmm slides up my throat.
“You’re complicating things,” I say.
Elias laughs once. “I’m not sorry. We both agree we don’t know what we are, right? You’re leaving. I’m staying. We both have lives to live right now. And after what we’ve been though together, I think that’s a good thing.”
“Yes,” I agree. “It is.”
Elias pulls me to his chest. “You have fun in New York, Clara. I love you.”
“And you have fun finishing your house.” I don’t know what else to tell him because the thought of letting him down again is unacceptable. No pretenses. No idea what we are. No label. Just … whatever is, is.
His hands rest on my biceps and give me another squeeze. He leans down and kisses my cheek before resting his face against mine. “Bye, Clara,” he whispers.
I open my mouth to tell him good-bye, but he drops his arms and walks out of the barn before I can speak.
I start for the door but a thought slams into me so hard that I freeze. My decision to leave in two days isn’t a forever decision. Leaving for New York is life changing, but it’s not everything. Suki was right. It’s not forever. It’s not permanent. And suddenly I’m okay with whatever Elias and I are. I don’t have to make the forever decisions now. I have to make the now decisions now. And I have.
I. Clara Fielding. Am following my dreams and going to New York.
Holy. Crap.
41
As I sit on the plane by myself, the layers of guilt and not belonging and fear begin to peel away. With every minute I’m lighter and know even more that I’m doing the right thing.
Rhodes wrote back a Woot! when I told him my plans, even though he’s in Greece and maybe seducing some poor, sweet Greek girl. So, there’s this welcome relief that we can talk and be friends.
Lachelle gave my eardrum permanent damage with her scream of Yes! when I called to see if she still had room for me. So we’ll be roomies—hopefully for the whole year. Or she might end up in Paris. If we’re not roommates all year, that’s fine. I may end up back in Alaska in the fall, or maybe I’ll stay in New York. Cecily is all for the last option. I’m okay with making decisions as they come.
I walk out the doors of LaGuardia and climb into my first-ever taxicab. The moment I’m sitting I have a text from Elias.
So proud of you, Clara. Stay in touch.
I tear up immediately at the many ways I miss him: our history, the amazing person he is, what he’s done for me. Even at what I’m doing for myself right now. I wouldn’t trade having him in my life for anything.
I hit Reply and send him four short words that I finally feel with everything in me.
I love you too.
Acknowledgments
My daughter was born with Moebius Syndrome, so ever since I started writing, I’ve wanted to explore writing a girl with some sort of facial difference. When my editor, Wendy, said it might be fun to work on a book set in Alaska, I thought … huh … And the idea of my scarred Clara was born. In my mind, this book takes place near Sutton, Alaska, one of the most beautiful places on earth. The river is massive, the glacier is stunning, and the canyon is terrifying to drive in the winter.
There is no way I’d have finished Has to Be Love without my husband, Mike, totally cheering me on and making sure I got some nice long writing stints with peppermint hot chocolates at Kaladi Bros in Wasilla. And when I told Christa Desir what I was thinking of doing with this story, she was like, “Yes. We need more of this.” And because Christa is wise in all things, of course I had to move forward.
Massive thank-you to Cassie Mae who inspired me to end the book the way I did (and to add more kissing). Another massive thank-you to Ruthanne Frost, who had some great insights. And to Melanie Jacobson, who is so incredibly brilliant at reading a story with her supah smarts and giving fantastic advice. Kaylee Baldwin gave me some insights that led to some fantastic “duh” moments, and I’m pretty sure I flooded her inbox with questions about poetry.
My agent, Jane Dystel, is a for-real rock star. I’m in such good hands. I’m so incredibly grateful for the hours and hours of work she’s done for me with this book, my random author meltdowns, and everything else I drop her emails about.
I have nothing but fantastic things to say about Albert Whitman. Once I started this project, I couldn’t wait for Wendy McClure to read it, and her notes had me so excited that I’d accomplished what I’d imagined for this story from the beginning. Kristin Zelazko is amazing. Everyone at AW is just made of awesome.
Every time I step back and realize again that I have for-real books on for-real bookshelves, it’s incredibly humbling. I am so, so, so grateful to be able to make up stories and have people read them.
Readers are the very best kind of people. It is always this final moment of a story when I realize how I could never hope to write and publish alone and that I’d never want to. For me, books are, and always should be, a group production.
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