Breaking the Rules (Pushing the Limits, #1.5)(99)

A sob racks Echo’s body, and she slams her hand over her mouth to prevent it, but it doesn’t stop. Her entire body shudders, and she wipes at the tears as if that one act will wipe away the pain she’s been harboring since her brother died.

“Then what will bring them back?” Echo begs. “Because I’m terrified to go forward thinking that this is what it feels like to lose, and going forward means that I’ll always lose something. I can’t lose like this again. I can’t.”

“You can!” I force myself to soften my voice. “You can.”

I reach out, the need to touch her overwhelming me, and this time when I move forward, she doesn’t step back. My fingers caress her sweet face. As Echo always does, she fits perfectly.

“You can,” I repeat. “Remember what I told you. We’ve been through too much for something like this to get us down. For anything to get us down.”

She rocks her head in a no, as if she doesn’t believe me.

“We’re going to lose again,” I tell her. “It doesn’t matter if we walk away from each other now or in seventy years after we’ve had ten kids and fifty grandkids. Someday, one of us is going to go. Either by choice or death. Everyone we love meets the same fate. You and I, we know this. We can either run from it and let it decide our future for us, or we can say f*ck it and live for this moment now. I’m done permitting anything other than me to control my life.

“You told me that I wouldn’t be happy if I was changing for you. You’re right. But the changes you’ve seen, the changes that will be coming, they’re happening because I want them. I want to be an architect because I want to build you that house. I want to build a lot of houses. I want a lot of things out of life, Echo, and I want you with me when I do them. The question is...can you put up with me when I f*ck up and go *?”

With tears cascading down her face, Echo laughs. “You are the only person who is capable of apologizing while using profanity and it still sounds sweet.”

Using my thumbs, I dry the tears from her face. “Damn straight, baby.”

The fleeting smile falls. “I miss Aires, and I’m mad at him. I feel so awful that I’m mad at him.”

“Me, too. Maybe Mrs. Collins will be into that group therapy crap with the two of us.”

She giggles and leans into my chest. My arms wrap around Echo, and I’ve never felt so relieved in my life. Her soft body holding on to mine, her scent filling each intake of air. I kiss the top of her head. I’ve never belonged with anyone like I belong with Echo.

“I love you,” she whispers. “I love you, and I’d prefer to do the whole kid and grandkid thing, but I love you enough that I’ll stay with you even if we last for six more months.”

“We’re the long haul,” I tell her.

“Even if we aren’t. I’m going to stop questioning when it ends because you’re right. It does all end. The question I should ask is what I’m going to do with the time in between.”

Which brings me to what’s going to kill my pride...possibly kill me. “You’re wrong. You did get something from this summer.”

“What’s that?” she mumbles into my chest.

I comb my fingers through her silky hair. It’s an automatic gesture. One I’ve done a million times. With this statement, the act will no longer be one I get to take for granted. “You get to study for a full year under one of the best artists in the country. It got you into one of the biggest art shows of the year.”

Echo pulls back to look at me, and a hint of happiness lights her face. “You do listen.”

“Baby,” I say, exasperated. “I listen to every damn thing that falls out of your mouth. Your every sigh. Every small, sexy sound when we kiss and every hitch of your breath when you sleep. Echo...”

Say it, *. “I want you to stay here for the year. When you told me...” It ripped my damn heart out and it shredded my soul. “This means something to you, and you mean everything to me. We’ll make it work. Skype. Phone calls. I’ll visit you. You’ll visit home. I’m behind you. Every step of the way.”

She does it. She f*cking does it. Echo steps back from the edge, and her eyes are wider than I’ve seen. “You’re serious?”

“Never been more serious in my life.”





Echo

My mind spins. Noah’s promising me everything I’ve ever fantasized about. He’s encouraging me to chase my dreams and will stand by me...at least emotionally. This, for Noah? is epic.

Like the last time we visited here, the evening is closing in around us. The night sky is fading into orange and reds. Soon, the shadows will overtake us, but this time, the darkness doesn’t frighten me. Just because I may not be able to see Noah, it doesn’t mean that he’s not beside me.

My fingers slide along his cheek, and I relish the way his stubble sweetly scratches my palm. I craved more, and Noah’s given me more.

Noah tilts his head into my touch. He also feels this connection...this magnetic force calling us home.

Home.

Noah’s become a man and has built us a home. Not a structure. Not a physical place to lay our heads, but a home in the sense that it completely matters...we belong to each other.

I inch higher on my toes. Noah begins to lean down to me, but I don’t want him reaching for me. I need to be the one who kisses him first. To be the one that starts the first night that begins without the baggage I’ve been carrying.