Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(85)

“My mom loved to bake. We would bake cookies every weekend, even when I was in college. She was pretty and she hugged me all the time.” The tears are flowing now, running unchecked and unheeded down my face, mixing with the rain falling around us.

“She had an MBA from Stanford, but rather than leave me in day care, she chose to stay home and raise me herself.

And she always told me that it was the best thing she ever did and that she was so thankful for the opportunity to care for me and my dad.

“She was so smart and funny and she was my best friend.” I whisper and brush the tears off my cheeks before returning my hand back to the marble.

“My dad was funny too, but in more of a dry way. He was crazy about my mom. The sun rose and set with her as far as he was concerned. He spoiled her incessantly, which is one of the things that reminds me of him when I think of you.” I smile to myself.

“No matter how hectic his job got, he always came home to us, every night.

He was a ruthless business man, but he was the gentlest man I’d ever known.

And when it was time to defend his daughter,

he

was

voracious

and

tenacious and there was no stopping him.”

“They were the center of my world.”

I hang my head in my hands now, rocking back and forth, letting the grief settle over me. Luke wraps his arms around me and settles me against his chest, rocking me back and forth, murmuring words I don’t understand against the top of my head. He kisses me and tells me he’s sorry.

Finally, when there are no more tears left, I wipe my nose on my sleeve and look at the black stone, reading their names and dates and the inscription below.

“They would have also been married thirty five years this year.” He gasps and kisses my head again. “They tried to conceive me for seven years. They tried everything, but it never worked, so they gave up and resigned themselves to the idea of not having kids at all, or maybe adopting later. My mom got a partnership at a firm and their lives were taking a very non-child-conducive path.

“And then suddenly, in the eighth year, she got pregnant. She almost lost me at five months, and endured many months of bed rest, but here I am, safe and sound.”

“Thank God,” Luke whispers.

“I miss them.” I begin to weep again.

“I know, baby.”

We kneel there, on the wet ground with the rain falling on us for a long time. It feels like hours, but it might only be minutes. Finally, Luke stands and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest and takes me to the car.

He buckles me into my seat and kisses my forehead. As he walks to the driver’s side, I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around them, pulling myself into a ball and cry all the way home.

Luke carries me inside and up to his bedroom. I’m not crying anymore, but I’m exhausted, my eyes hurt, and I’m just sad.

He sets me gently on the side of the bed and takes my shoes off for me.

“Stand up, baby.” I comply and he takes my dirty jeans off. “Arms up,” he says and pulls my shirt over my head.

He takes my bra off and grips my shoulders in his hands, guiding me back down to the bed. He walks to a dresser and pulls out a white t-shirt, moves back to me and slips it over my head. He strips out of his own dirty clothes and grabs a fresh t-shirt and pajama pants.

Luke pulls the covers on the bed back, and lifts me into it.

“It’s the middle of the day,” I protest, but he kisses my forehead and runs his fingers down my cheek.

“Take a nap. You’re wrung out, baby. I’m going to grab my laptop and sit with you, okay?”

“Thank you.” I grip his hand and bring it to my face, nuzzling his palm.

“Thank you for today. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I feel the tears start again and I’m mortified.

“Hey, hush, baby.” He’s kissing my forehead and cheek, rubbing his free hand soothingly up and down my back.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. Go to sleep. I’ll be right back.”

He pulls out his phone and turns it off and does the same to mine, pulls the covers around my shoulders and walks out of the room.

A few minutes later he’s back with a large bottle of water and his laptop.

He crawls onto the bed next to me and I turn so I’m facing him. Lifting his hand, he brushes my hair back with his fingers and smiles at me softly.

“I love you, beautiful girl. Get some sleep. I’ll wake you in a few hours.”


“Okay.” I whisper and close my eyes, enjoying the rhythmic caresses of Luke’s fingers in my hair and drift to sleep.





Chapter Twenty-Eight


Tonight is Luke’s parent’s party, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m putting the finishing touches on my makeup –I’m getting pretty good at this! – while Luke is dressing in my bedroom. Jules keeps coming in and out of the room to borrow something, nag me about something, or just chatter because she is also nervous.

I love her.

I hear Luke laugh and I walk out into the bedroom. He’s on the phone and at the sight of me his eyes darken and get glassy and I give a satisfied nod.

Mission accomplished.

I’m wearing a black dress that hangs off one shoulder. There are rhinestones along the high waist and it falls to my red Louboutin-clad feet. I’m wearing my hair up, thanks to Jules’ handiwork, and my pearls.