setting of low. “I run into someone and you immediately think I’ll somehow ruin things . . . for you?”
“Well,” my mother purses her lips, “it’s not as if you’ve spent the last decade trying to make something of yourself. You kind of need Eric if you’re ever going to get out of that tiny apartment.” She’s an absolute bitch; the kind of woman who expected me to slide into the role of wife and mother she assumes I created for myself, yet still resents that I don’t have my Ph.D. yet, like she and my father planned.
“Leslie, enough!” my father hollers. He hollers, good for him.
Despite the hole she just stabbed in my gut, I raise my eyebrows as I fire back. “There it is. You do know I didn’t get pregnant to spite you, right? I’m sorry if you think I run around ruining things for you. I’ll try not to let it happen any more. Besides, I didn’t need Eric when I got my master’s degree, and I don’t need him now.” I storm into the house and get the boys into the car to head to the ceremony, wondering cynically what will become of Leslie Collins when her daughter divorces her doctor husband.
We smile, though, like the perfect family all through Eric’s graduation ceremony.
The next morning, Eric and I kiss the boys goodbye as they’re buckled into my parents’ sedan. I’m just grateful I don’t have to sit in a car with my mother for three and a half hours.
“Thank you, Dad,” I whisper into his ear as we hug, “for everything.”
He kisses my forehead and holds my chin. “I love you, Kid.”
“I love you, too.”
I wave politely to my mother, who’s already settled in the car, and watch them pull away. When Eric and I re-enter our apartment, the silence is deafening. It’s not just from the boys’ absence.
“Things seemed a little tense between you and your mom.” Eric cracks open some eggs and whisks them in a bowl.
“They always are . . .” I grab some grapes from the fridge and curl up on the couch. “When did you get your haircut?”
Eric chuckles. “Yesterday morning, thanks for noticing.”
I roll my eyes and shrug. Glad he could clean up for graduation when I’ve only been asking him for months to cut his hair.
“My mom’s just uptight, you know that.”
“What about now?” Eric drops butter in a frying pan and stares at it while it melts.
Ryker.
“Who knows,” I lie with ease.
“Hey, some of us from the department are going to get together at the ABC for dinner and drinks tonight, do you want to come?”
I’ve met probably three of Eric’s co-workers. Only because babysitters are hard to come by, and that provided an easy excuse for my lack of interest in anything chemical engineering related. I have no excuse for tonight, and while I’m unsure about our future, I am sure I don’t want to spend our first night of child-freedom fighting about the details of our relationship.
“Sure, sounds fun,” I lie again—with a smile this time.
Eric speaks over his omelet, sizzling in the pan. “Great. Would you mind meeting me there at eight? I need to get the last of my things out of my old office this evening after all the lingering undergrads clear out, then I’ll head there.”
“Sure. See you at eight.” I get up to head to the shower.
“It’s a date.” He smiles and pulls me into a kiss as I pass by him in the kitchen.
He’s in an awfully good mood for someone whose marriage is falling apart. It occurs to me that he likely doesn’t think I’m serious about my view of the state of things between us, and that makes me nervous for our conversations to come.
Chapter 25
“Hi,” I smile through my whisper. I’m sure I’m blushing like a teenager.
Ryker holds the door open for me, the all-American smile I’ve longed to see has returned. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
I wasn’t sure I should, honestly. But after seeing him at the market, Ryker set up residence in my head. One visit couldn’t hurt. Maybe we both need closure . . . or something. Certainly getting a restraining order and not seeing each other for ten years doesn’t count as closure.
“Manning Farms? How could I not?” I wander through the first floor of the old farmhouse, running my hands along the knotty-pine leading to the kitchen. “You’ve really done good for yourself, Ry.” Turning around, I find him leaning on