When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys #2) - Emma Scott Page 0,145
deserve it.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “You have to stop talking or I’m going to tear your clothes off the next second I lay eyes on you and we’ll never make it to this dinner.”
“How is that different than any other day?” He chuckles. “Go. I’ll be home in a few.”
I hang up with River and rejoin my aunt and uncle in the living room. They look different somehow, more familiar than when I’d tried to keep them strangers.
“It’s all set. Dinner’s at seven.”
They both rise off the couch and approach me slowly.
“Thank you,” Aunt Mags says. “For the invitation and for forgiving us.”
An awkward silence falls where none of us move. Then Uncle Reginald says, “Well, we’d better get home and freshen up for dinner. Can you text us the address?”
We exchange numbers. I text him Jerry Whitmore’s address and another tight silence passes as I walk them to the door.
“So…can we bring anything?” Aunt Mags asks. “A bottle of wine or two?”
“Not necessary. And anyway, I’m off the sauce. In recovery.”
Identical expressions of worry mixed with pride come over their faces. Thoroughly parental, and suddenly I’m on the damn verge of tears. Again.
Uncle Reg is shaking his head. “Holden…would it be all right if I gave you a hug?”
I can’t move or breathe. I feel my head nod. “Yeah,” I say hoarsely. “That would be all right.”
Uncle Reg takes a tentative step toward me. I still can’t move, as if I’m petrified. My first novel won the National Book Award and it’s nothing compared to this moment. He puts his arms around me stiffly and just before he can pull away, I hug him back. Our stiffness melts and he holds me close; I smell Old Spice and cigars, aftershave and fabric softener. He smells like a dad and tears threaten.
When he lets me go, Aunt Mags is there with her hands clasped in front of her. “My turn?”
I nod and when Uncle Reg turns his back a moment, she hugs me too. Her touch is lighter and more delicate but just as warm.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then kisses my cheek and steps back. “We’ll see you soon.”
“See you soon,” I say faintly and watch them go down the walk. They smile at each other; Reg puts his arm around her, and she rests her head on his shoulder, content.
I shut the door and lean against it, waiting for Alaska to come out of hiding and pounce, steal my warmth and whisper that it’s all a sick joke.
It never does, and the warmth stays long after they’ve gone as I wander through our house. River’s and mine. I’m still exploring like I used to do when I broke into people’s houses.
I feel a little bit like a stranger in a strange land.
Until I wander to the master bedroom, to the closet where River’s boring jeans and shirts hang next to my fabulous suits. We don’t make sense—like pieces of a puzzle that come from different boxes. Yet somehow, we fit…and spend most nights proving it. The heat of River’s body and his love for me burn away the cold that I thought was permanently imbedded into the marrow of my bones.
And I know that one day, there will be nothing left.
I return from the shop a few hours later, my stomach tied in even tighter knots than it had been before I left. I rush through the front door, not sure how I’ll find Holden. But he’s in his office, laptop open, busily working on his next book.
“Hey,” I say from the door. “All good?”
He swivels around in his desk chair. He’s wearing black pants and a tight-fitting black shirt that highlights his lean, toned chest; the short sleeves stretch to contain his biceps. His light ash blond hair—his natural color—gleams from a recent shower.
He holds up his hands. “What do you know? I have an aunt and uncle.”
His happiness carries me across the office with its hardwood floors and wall-to-wall bookshelves. I lean over him, bracing my hands on the armrests of his chair.
“I’m not the least bit surprised. How could they not love you?”
He makes a wry face. “Do you want the abridged list? I didn’t exactly make life easy when I lived in their guesthouse.”
“No, you made it better.”
I lean in and kiss him. But now that my immediate concerns are erased, my bigger, more stomach-twisting nervousness comes back. I pull away before he can feel it.