Unbreakable (Cloverleigh Farms, #4)(79)

She looked at me a moment longer. “Okay.”

I leaned over and gave her a long hug. “You and your brother are the most important things in my life,” I told her. “You’re all I need to be happy.”

It was when I was leaving her room, the door nearly shut behind me, that I thought I heard her say, “I don’t believe you.”

But she said it so quietly, I couldn’t be sure she’d said anything at all.





Twenty-Three





Henry





Two weeks went by.

Two endless, miserably lonely weeks during which I didn’t see her at all.

The vineyard seemed lifeless without her at my side. The cellar felt like an inescapable dungeon. But the walls of my empty house seemed determined to close in on me, so I spent more time than ever at work.

For the first few days, I kept hoping she’d change her mind and show up to work at the winery. But she didn’t, and when Chloe began emailing me responses to the job listing she’d posted for tasting room manager, my heart sank—she really wasn’t coming back.

I went to the gym every morning and sometimes in the evening too, nearly busting my hands taking my anger out on the bag. I was fucking furious with myself for forcing the situation. Why couldn’t I have had a little more patience? Given her a little breathing space? Let her come to me when she was ready? Instead I had to go charging over there like a bull in a china shop, destroying everything with my clumsy attempt to win her fragile heart.

And every night, I lay awake yearning to be with her and wondering how the hell you got over losing someone who was never yours in the first place.





Valentine’s Day fell on a Friday, and I decided to spend the evening at the gym. I’d just come through the door when I heard a voice call my name.

“Hi Mr. DeSantis!” It was Keaton. He was standing near the entrance, probably waiting to be picked up.

“Hey, Keaton. How’s it going?”

“Good.”

“How was your class tonight?”

“Great.” He smiled enthusiastically. “I really love it, and the coach says I’m really improving.”

“I bet you are.” I gave him a grin. He looked healthy and happy, maybe even taller than when I’d last seen him on New Year’s Eve. Kids grew so fast.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you about something,” he said. “It’s for my science fair project.”

“Sure, go ahead.” I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder.

“I want to do an experiment to test whether music affects plant growth. My grandpa thought maybe you’d be able to help me.”

“What a cool idea. I’d love to help you.” I paused. “But make sure it’s okay with your mom, all right?”

“Okay.”

Just then, Whitney came rushing through the door. “Keaton, we’ve been out there forever! Mom says to come on.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, gesturing at me. “I was talking to Mr. DeSantis. He’s going to help me with my science fair project.”

Whitney’s face flushed. “Oh . . . hi.”

“Hi, Whitney. How are you?”

“Good.” She looked at my feet rather than make eye contact. “We should go, Keaton.”

“Okay.” He looked up at me hopefully. “Should I come to Cloverleigh to get help? We moved into our new house so we don’t live there anymore, but I could ask my mom to bring me.”

“Sure. Any time you see my truck in the lot, I’m there,” I told him, wondering if Sylvia was going to be upset that he’d asked me for help. I couldn’t resist one last question. “How is your mom?”

“She’s good,” Keaton said, pulling open the door. “Bye.”

“Bye.” I watched them both exit and hurry toward a white SUV that waited outside. I could barely make out Sylvia’s silhouette in the driver’s seat, but I knew it was her, and my body’s reaction was swift and fierce. My chest tightened. My hands clenched. My skin was hot under my clothes. The weeks apart hadn’t done anything to ease the longing in my heart—I still wanted her.

As the kids climbed into the car, she looked over at me. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Were they telling her they’d seen me? What was she doing tonight? Had she been as lonely as I had the last couple weeks? Maybe she’d wave. But within seconds, she looked straight ahead again, and the SUV pulled away.





The next day, one of her kids came to see me at work—but not the one I was expecting.

I was avoiding the tasting room, which was crowded with guests staying at the inn for Valentine’s Day weekend. April was helping Chloe out today, and they’d assured me they didn’t need my help, so I was hiding out in my office. At the knock on my open door, I looked up and blinked.

“Whitney?”

“Hi,” she said, shoving her hands in her coat pockets.

“Hi.” I stood up and looked over her shoulder. “What can I do for you? Is Keaton looking for me?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m here by myself.”

“Oh.” I was totally baffled. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure. Could I talk to you?”