Why Not Tonight (Happily Inc. #3)(53)

“What I think you have? Meaning you don’t agree with the premise?”

“Elaine is not my mother.”

“You’re a stupid butthead.” She sighed. “But it’s not my rock, so I’m going to put it down now. I believe in my heart of hearts you are as wrong as it is possible to be. You live in wrongness about your mom. You wallow in it. But it’s your decision to make.”

“Even if I’m wrong?”

Her gaze was steady, her expression serious. “Yes. Even if.”

“So you still like me?”

“Sort of.”

“Are we still...together?”

A question he hadn’t planned on asking, but as he spoke the words, he felt a tension in his gut. He didn’t want to lose Natalie. He liked having her around. He liked her and them and how things were now, as opposed to how they’d been before she’d stumbled into his life.

She walked around the desk, wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. He held her close, breathing in the scent of her.

“You’re not easy,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“I’m still upset.”

“I know.”

“But I’m not going anywhere.”

Relief was cool and sweet and happy. The bands around his chest eased as he took his first deep breath in hours.

“Thank you.”

*

THE FLOWERS ARRIVED close to three o’clock. Natalie stared at the huge arrangement of roses, lilies, cymbidium orchids and hydrangea that stood nearly two feet high. The blooms were fresh and colorful but what most caught her attention was the vase. It was a swirl of clear and silver glass she didn’t think had been sitting on the florist’s shelf. She had a feeling it was a custom piece made by a famous glass artist and worth, well, way more than her car!

When her breathing returned to normal, she sank into her chair and touched one of the petals. No one had ever sent her flowers before. Not Quentin or any other boyfriend. She had always supposed she wasn’t the type of woman to inspire flower-giving. At least she hadn’t been before now, and wasn’t it odd that despite the value of the vase, the flowers were even more special?

There was a small card tucked in with the blooms. She opened it and read the single word. Tonight? She recognized the handwriting and knew Ronan had written the card himself. Probably when he’d delivered the vase.

She knew nothing had changed. Ronan still didn’t appreciate what he had and she still didn’t understand. The question was, could she overlook that? She supposed she already had, in a way. She understood that each of them had a different path to travel. That his inability to see what he was turning his back on made him who he was. That even though she wanted to change him, she really couldn’t—he could only change himself.

On the other hand, progress had been made. He was less isolated than he had been and he was working again. While she would love to take credit for all of that, the truth was he’d made the decision to let her in. He could have offered her housing during the storm and then have had nothing to do with her. At least he wasn’t cutting himself off from his brothers anymore.

She thought about what had happened the previous night and how upset she’d been. She thought about how much she cared about him and wished, just for a second, that she could see a future for them together. That she was one of the lucky people who could fall in love and know it would last. Then she went into the studio where she found the three brothers working on a large piece of glass together.

She waited until it had been set aside to cool before walking over to Ronan. He pulled off his protective goggles.

“Thank you for the flowers,” she said softly so his brothers couldn’t hear.

“You’re welcome.”

“Want me to come over tonight?”

Passion and relief flared in his eyes. “Yes.”

“Want me to spend the night?”

“Yes.”

“Want to cook?”

He grinned. “I’m not trusting you in the kitchen by yourself.”

“You’re judging me.”

“More than a little.”

She raised herself on tiptoe and kissed him. “I’ll see you around six.”

“I’ll be there.”

*

NATALIE DROVE UP the mountain, her zippy little car taking the steep grade with no problem. She felt more centered than she had since her argument with Ronan—happier. Yes, there had been loss, but she knew how to miss her mom and live her life.

When she pulled into the driveway, anticipation hummed through her body. She enjoyed spending time with Ronan. They never seemed to run out of things to say. There was the added anticipation of what they would do after dinner. Ronan was nothing if not thorough when it came to pleasing her.

She was still smiling as she got out of her car and pulled a small tote bag from the back seat. She’d packed a nightgown and a few skin-care items. She had her work clothes on a hanger. It would be easier to just get ready at his place and go directly into the office.

She’d barely reached for her clothes when she felt a strong hand settle on her waist. She turned and Ronan kissed her, his mouth warm and tender against her own.

“Hey,” he said, nibbling along her jaw, then dipping to her collarbone. “I’m thinking steaks and baked potato and wine, then maybe a brandy by the fire pit.”