by Nora Roberts
I was four, and now I have him back. I have him back in a way that changes everything. And I can never tell him.”
“He knew.”
“It helps to have that, to hold on to that.” She tightened her hand on his as they moved into the trees. “I didn’t run. I didn’t leave him. This time I didn’t run and hide. I can live with all the rest because this time, I didn’t run.”
“Liv, you gave him exactly what he wanted at the end of his life. You looked at him, and you knew him. He told me that was the last thing he needed.”
She nodded, absorbing that into the grief. “All my life, I loved my uncle. I shifted him into my father figure, admired him, trusted him. He wasn’t what I thought he was, any more than my father was what I thought he was. Oh God. God, Noah, how is Aunt Jamie going to cope with this? How is she going to live with it?”
“She has you, your family. She’ll get through it.”
“I hope she’ll stay here, for a while at least. Stay here and heal.”
“I think she needs to hear you say just that.”
She nodded again and leaned against him a little. “You’re good at knowing what people need to hear.” She let out a sigh. “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come in here again and feel what I’ve always felt. But I can. It’s so beautiful. So alive. No monsters here.”
“Not ever again.”
“I love this place.” It had sheltered her, given her life. Now, she had a choice. To stay with the old, or to start the new.
She let go of Noah’s hand, turned in a circle. “But there’s this other spot, along the coast. Heavily wooded, excellent old forest with a view of the Pacific raging up against the cliffs.” She stopped, met his eyes soberly. “That’s where we should build the house.”
He stared at her while a rage of emotions gushed into him, then settled in quiet joy. “How many bedrooms?”
“Five, as previously discussed.”
“Okay. Stone or wood?”
“Both.” Her lips twitched, her eyes glowed now, as he nodded and stepped toward her.
“When?”
“As soon as you ask me to marry you, which you’ve neglected to do so far.”
“I knew I’d forgotten something.” She laughed when he hauled her into his arms. “I’ve waited a long time for you.” He brushed his lips over hers, then lingered, deepened the kiss. “Don’t make me wait anymore. Marry me.”
“Yes.” She framed his face with her hands. “Between the forest and the flowers. And soon.” She smiled at him, drawing him close to touch her lips to his cheek. “I love you, Noah. I want to start a life with you. Now. We’ve both waited long enough.”