Holding Her Hand (Reed Brothers Book 15)(4)

My father had held my hand as we watched a street vendor drop dough into a vat of hot oil. It bubbled and boiled, and finally the vendor scooped out a perfectly fried doughy treat, which he sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar and topped with syrup.

“I bet we could make that at home,” Dad had said. It looked easy enough.

Only it wasn’t easy. It was really difficult. The oil had popped and sizzled, and I didn’t expect that to happen, so I’d used a little water to cool it down, but that caused it to explode and burn my skin. Then the fire started, and I couldn’t put it out…

Something jostles me out of my memory and I open my eyes. I’m startled to find that my cheeks are wet and my nose is running. I swipe under it with the back of my hand, sniffling.

“Are you okay?” Ryan mouths at me.

I nod and motion for him to continue, but he sets his machine to the side, takes off his gloves, and then wheels his chair close to me. He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

He takes a deep breath and arches his brow at me, like he wants me to do the same, so I do.

He exhales, and I do too.

We go through this pattern no less than ten times, his autumn eyes staring into mine the whole time.

“Better?” he asks.

I nod. “Much.”

“Memories, or pain?”

“Painful memories,” I admit.

He nods like he understands. But there’s no way he could. I carry so much guilt that sometimes it feels like it’s going to sweep me away in a big, dark tide. Like the waves on the beach knock you over when one swoops in really hard. Only they threaten to never let me go.

He picks up his machine, puts on fresh gloves, and keeps working, looking up at me every now and then to be sure I’m okay. I watch the top of his dark head, and my gaze falls on a tattoo on the side of his neck. It’s a cloud in the shape of a dog, and it makes me smile.

He sets the machine down and looks up, catching me grinning. “What’s funny?” he asks.

“That tattoo makes me happy,” I say. I point to his neck. He covers it briefly with his hand.

“My dog died, and the day it happened, I saw this in the clouds. So I drew it and had someone tattoo it so I could keep it forever.”

“It’s beautiful,” I tell him.

“So are you,” he replies. Then his face goes pink again, and he looks away.

Heat creeps up my cheeks and I suddenly find it hard to breathe.

He grins when he turns back to face me. He points to my arm. “What do you think?”

“Are you done?” I ask.

“For today, yes.” He looks closely at my face. “Do you like them?”

I get up and walk to the mirror, staring at the seagulls that represent my parents so well. I look closely and I see that he has made the wedding bands a little different from the drawing. “How did you…”

He lifts the chain from my neck and dangles the two wedding rings that I always wear in front of my face. They’re my parents’ rings, and I keep them with me always.

I lay a hand on his arm. “Thank you,” I say.

“Come back in a week and we can do some more.” He gives me a question face.

I nod. “Definitely.”

I can’t even begin to tell him how much I appreciate what he gave me, because I’m drowning in my own emotions right now. I feel like that tide is going to sweep right over me.

He silently cleans my arm and applies some lotion, and then he wraps it in clear plastic and pulls my glove back up over it all.

“Same time next week?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“I’ll come up with a good drawing by then. I think you’ll like it.”

“I already do.”

He grins and opens the curtain, and I follow him back out to the front of the shop.

I am surprised to find both my sister Finny and her fiancé getting tattoos from the Reeds. I shake my head and smile at them.

“Are you done?” Finny asks.

“That’s all we can do today,” I tell her. I smile over my shoulder at Ryan. He really does beautiful work and I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.

“So, what’s Ryan like?” Finny whispers at me. She’s not signing and he’s not looking in her direction, but it doesn’t feel right to talk about him, regardless.

“Don’t talk about him like he’s not here,” I sign and say at the same time.

Finny makes a face at me.

“And he’s very nice.”

He grins at me as he reads my hands.

I take a minute to look at both Finny and Tag’s tattoos. They are so freaking much in love. They’re getting tattoos in the same damn place and they’re about one another. I never thought Finny would ever settle down, but apparently she has. And now she’s raising a kid. God, it’s crazy.

My stomach protests loudly with a growl. I lay my hand over my belly and wince. I was too nervous to eat this morning.

“You better get some food,” Paul Reed says. He motions toward Finny and Tag. “They can’t leave yet.”

I hesitate for a second, but then say to Ryan, “You want to join me for lunch?”

He shrugs. “Why not?”

“You should wait for Mark to get here so he can go with you,” Finny says, her brow furrowing. Mark is my personal security officer.