Big Lies in a Small Town - Diane Chamberlain Page 0,143
are that won me over, Morgan,” he said. “The way you listen to me go on and on about Nathan. The way you care. Your passion about the mural. Your … what’s the matter?”
I’d started to cry. He leaned across the console to wrap me in his arms. “What is it?” he asked, his breath warm against my temple.
It took me a moment before I could speak. “I just … It’s been a long time since anyone said anything nice about me,” I said. “It’s been a long time since I deserved it.”
“I don’t buy that.” He tightened his arms around me. “You hit a rough patch. Maybe some of it was of your own creation, but we all screw up. I had a son at seventeen, remember?”
I smiled, my chin resting against his shoulder.
“It’s all behind you.” Drawing away from me, he looked into my eyes. “Now you move forward.”
“I love you, too,” I said.
“I know.”
“How did you know?”
“I’ve been picking up the vibes,” he said. “I didn’t want to act on them, though. Didn’t want ‘us’ to get in the way of our work.”
“God, you are so mature!” I laughed, giddy with a joy I couldn’t remember ever feeling before. I felt safe with him.
He let go of me then. “Get a good night’s sleep,” he said. “Tomorrow’s going to be crazy.”
I instantly sobered. “Do you think Adam and Wyatt will get the mural up in time?”
He nodded. Tugged at a lock of my hair. “It’s going to be fine,” he said, leaning in for another kiss. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
Chapter 65
August 5, 2018
The gallery opening was scheduled for noon, and I intentionally took my time getting ready, aiming to be there no earlier than eleven. If Adam and Wyatt hadn’t shown up at six A.M. as promised, and the mural was still resting on the foyer floor, I didn’t want to know. I sped up as I walked toward the gallery, though, checking my phone with every other step. If there was a problem, surely I would have heard. So far, not a single text this morning.
Even though I’d dropped exhausted into bed at three thirty that morning, it had taken me a while to fall asleep. That last-minute surprise from Oliver? Wow. It felt real, everything he’d said. It felt genuine and it felt right. And that kiss! I smiled to myself, remembering, and a woman walking toward me on the sidewalk smiled back.
“’Morning,” I said as I passed her, and then I laughed. And despite the fact that I was wearing a dress and heels for the first time in well over a year, I ran the last block to the gallery.
Although Lisa’s sedan and Oliver’s van were parked in the small lot, and the catering company’s van was parked at the curb, I found myself alone when I walked into the foyer. Winded from the run, I stood in the middle of the room and saw that the information counter, laden with brochures, had been moved into place, and above it, stapled imperceptibly to the stretcher and high on the wall, hung the mural.
Damn, I thought. That is one beautiful, crazy painting!
The lump in my throat surprised me. I loved the painting in front of me. I loved all I’d done to return it to the intriguing composition Anna Dale had intended.
“It’s beautiful!” I yelled into the echoey air of the gallery, and soon Lisa and Oliver joined me in the foyer, along with a young guy from the catering company. To my surprise, Lisa gave me a hug—and not a baby, half-assed hug, either. She held me a long time, wrapping me in the scent of jasmine.
“Thank you,” she said, drawing away, yet still holding me by the shoulders and looking intently into my eyes. “You saved my house. I know I’ve been a bitch to deal with.” Her smile was rueful. “But I’m very, very grateful to you.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, although I thought Lisa had it backward. Lisa had saved me, whether she’d meant to or not, and in more ways than one.
I saw Oliver leaning against the wall by the wall text, arms folded across his chest, a smile on his face, looking sexy as hell in a black shirt open at the collar, and I wondered how I could have ever thought of him as anything but.
“Dynamite job, Morgan,” he said.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I said, remembering his help the night before, and he winked.