Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,105
Beacon says. “You guys know the information they provide us after a few drinks.”
“I could do that too,” Mane says, and the other two nod. “So, from now on, it’s just music then.”
Beacon nods. “Only music.”
“How are you feeling?” Blaire asks.
We’re sitting on the porch, drinking tea, and watching Arden play with Hadley—the new nanny. Or as we have to call her, our new friend. I’m not sure how Pierce worked around hiring her. All I know is that she’s been here since Beacon’s accident.
“And here I thought Hadley was a figment of your imagination,” I joke, kind of. They keep mentioning her, but Beacon and I have never seen her since we arrived. “We wondered if you hid her in the bunker.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “As you know, we set up a nursery-playroom at the factory. She’s either in Happy Springs, at the medical practice with us, or at Pierce’s office.”
“That explains why we haven’t seen her.” I bob my head, studying Hadley. I don’t believe I’ve seen her around town.
“You haven’t answered me. How are you doing?”
I take a moment to analyze her question. “Great.”
“This can’t be easy for you,” she states.
“Why not?” I ask, curious about her answer, but instead of letting her speak, I do it. “Beacon is alive. He’s finding a new rhythm—we’re finding our tune, so to speak. We’re together. That’s really what this is about, sharing everything. The good, the bad, and the fucked up. I had time to cry and be devastated. When he woke up from the coma, I knew the wallowing was over because we had to rebuild—together.”
She squeezes my hand. “I admire your courage and strength. I’m glad he has you.”
“We have each other,” I mumble.
Chapter Fifty
Beacon
Mills’ ice rink is ready. He convinces Hayes to let me skate. At least, skate like a four-year-old holding an ice skating trainer. The one-hour sessions leave me exhausted. My prize is going to the coffee shop for a hot cocoa. You’d think that it’d be easier to make one at home. It could be, but the lady waiting for me at the shop is my real reward.
“You’re doing great,” Mills says as we make our way to Main Street. “I wallowed in self-pity for a long time before getting real help.”
“I have Grace and all my family’s support.”
The word family is broad, it includes my brothers, my sisters-in-law, my band, and Grace’s family too. I’m so fucking lucky to have all of them with me.
He grins. “It seems like they’re serious about the family shit, doesn’t it?”
I nod. “Maybe if we had reached out to them…but it’s okay not to look back and just enjoy what’s happening.”
“I’m still not sure what the future is going to look like. We don’t have much time left around here,” he mumbles. “Are you staying?”
“Grace is too close to her family to take her away from them,” I state. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not coming back. It’s just that I can’t promise to stay. We’ll build a house, next to the big tree by the lake.”
“Your lucky spot?”
I nod. Ever since I came back from the accident, every evening I go there to watch the sunset. Sometimes it’s just me, other times Grace joins me. Some days all my brothers are there, because maybe Carter is there with us watching the promise of the next day. I want to believe that’s true.
“Listen, there’s no rush about what’s coming up next,” I remind him. “The possibilities are endless. You can always start your own hockey team. The Timberwolves of Baker’s Creek.”
He gives me a weird look.
“I’m kidding.”
“Grace mentioned it once, and I liked the idea back then. Now…” He shrugs. “I should do some research.”
“It’s a good first step,” I offer.
“How about you?”
I look at my crutches and shake my head. “I’m still unsure.”
Mason was here last Sunday. Actually, the Deckers moved the location of brunch and dinner so Grace and I could be there. Brunch was at my house and dinner was at Tucker’s place. My brothers actually enjoyed the big gathering. It’s the first time I made my famous French toast casserole for my family.
We spoke about my plans—I don’t have any. My future—it depends on how I recover. And The Organization—we’re changing roles when I’m better. Everything depends on when I can walk again.
“Did your boss fire you?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m taking a sabbatical. We’ll reassess everything once I’m well enough.”