Much Ado About You(74)

Shadow trotted ahead, his nose to the sand, enjoying all the scents he could find there.

We’d spent the evening with Caro after she’d invited us for dinner, and decided to take a walk on the beach before heading back to Alnster. The farther we walked, the fewer people we saw, although there were several dog owners still out on the sand.

Roane and I had been walking in contented silence when he suddenly commented, “You said you’ve never been in love.”

A fluttering occurred in my chest. I had said that.

It wasn’t true anymore, and the words had been on the tip of my tongue for days. But Roane hadn’t said them yet and I didn’t want to push too hard too fast.

“I did say that.”

“I find it hard to believe.”

“Well, don’t.” I shot him an unhappy look. “Before I came here, I was exhausted by dating in Chicago, and that was after a two-year break.”

“A two-year break?”

“From the age of fifteen to the age of thirty-one, I dated. Sixteen years of dating. Three serious relationships among them. There was Chace, and you know all about him. Then there was Brent, who was five years younger. A funny guy but we only lasted five months because everything was a joke to him. He lost his job while we were together and started living off money from his parents, who didn’t have a lot to spare. He didn’t know how to care for himself, expected me to do everything, and threw a tantrum when he didn’t get his way. A year after that there was Devon. We dated for fourteen months until . . .” I winced, still mortified by the consequences of dating Devon.

“Until?”

“Ugh, let me preface by telling you I have regular health checks and I’m good.”

Roane frowned in confusion for a second before it cleared and turned into a scowl. “The fucker gave you something?”

“Chlamydia. And the cherry on top of that cake . . . I went to confront him after my doctor’s appointment. He was a freelance web designer. Expecting me to be at work, he had what I’d soon discover was one of many women on the side over at the apartment. I walked in on him with his head between her legs.”

“Fuck, angel.” Roane let go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pull me into his side. He kissed my temple as I curled my arm around his waist. “You deserve so much better than that shit.”

“Well, in between those three relationships there was a lot of first and second dates, a few third dates, and not much else beyond that. When I hit thirty, most of my friends were in love, married, and some were even popping out kids. I was exhausted and I took a break for a couple of years until Greer convinced me to get back on the horse. That led to Aaron, the online guy, and my renewed sense of ‘this might not happen for me.’” I squeezed his waist. “Then I came here.”

His hold on me tightened as we strolled, and as I thought about my dating life over the years, I realized that I’d never actually believed I’d meet the love of my life. Deep down, I thought it was a fairy tale that other people got to live.

It made me breathless to realize I’d been wrong.

I found him.

I found my one.

As I sighed happily, my gaze wandered across the water and the beach ahead, and I thought how lucky I was that I found my person in beautiful England.

As my eyes caressed the water and followed the gentle ripples back to shore, I saw two figures ahead of us.

Something about them caught my attention.

Perhaps it was the way the tall male figure was looming over the small feminine one . . . or perhaps it was because there was something familiar about them. As we drew closer, the woman gestured dramatically with her hands, and the guy bent his head to her, his lips almost brushing hers as he responded.

“Evie, I need to tell—”

“Is that Viola?” I cut Roane off, squinting at the couple. Realization dawned. “And Lucas?”

“What?” Roane snapped his head forward and narrowed his gaze. He tensed against me. “Aye, it is.”

“Maybe we should stop.” The words had barely left my mouth when Viola began striding away from Lucas toward us. Lucas watched her go, but I couldn’t see his expression clearly from this far away.

Viola, however, didn’t react to the sight of us. Her features were tight with pain, and suddenly I felt like an ass for pushing those two together. She drew to a halt in front of us. Without preamble she said, “I didn’t bring my car. Can I get a lift from you?”

“Of course,” Roane replied. “You okay?”

“Can we not talk about it? Ever.”

We nodded solemnly and turned around to walk back the way we came. The walk was silent and tense, the atmosphere staying that way until we parked at the bookstore and watched Viola walk up toward the pub.

I turned to Roane, contrite. “Maybe I fucked up.”

He shook his head. “Like you said, you planted a seed, nothing more. It wouldn’t have grown if you hadn’t been right about how they feel about each other. And obviously there is something between them. We just need to let them sort it out amongst themselves.”

Lying in bed that night, I worried about Viola. I worried Lucas had rejected her and I’d opened the door for that to happen to her. There was a big part of me that wanted to meddle, to fix the problem, since I felt responsible. But, ultimately, I knew I had to take Roane’s advice and stay out of it.