Love on the Lake (Lakeside #2)(62)

“And his mom still has no idea you’re part of his life,” I muse.

She shakes her head. “We’ve never pushed him to tell her, mostly because we’re worried that he’ll cut us off again, and I don’t want that to happen. He’s stuck between two different worlds.”

“He really is. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for him.” And now I understand so much better why he is the way he is. And why he reacted to me the way he did in the first place.

I don’t need complications in my life, and you’re becoming one.

Letting someone in meant giving me access to the pieces of himself that he’s kept hidden from everyone who thinks they know him. His life is truly divided into two distinct halves. I know only too well what it’s like to be pulled between two people you love, not wanting to hurt or disappoint either one. I’m caught between Van and Bradley the way Aaron seems to be caught between his mom and his family in Indiana.

I need to tread carefully with Aaron. And I also need to be prepared for him to shut me out after this weekend, because he’s letting me into his world, bit by bit, and for him that’s scary.

Lydia and I bring the snacks into the living room, where Aaron, his dad, and Jamie are busy putting together a LEGO creation.

One wall is covered in framed photos. There are pictures of Aaron and Devon everywhere. It’s easy to see that they’re brothers. They’re so similar that they could almost pass for fraternal twins. Their smiles are big and bright, arms slung over each other’s shoulders, their friendship clear in their stance. Lydia is often in the pictures as well, and if she isn’t, then Arnie is. It’s clear they have a close bond. They’re his second family.

How hard it must have been to gain a sibling so late in life, only to have him taken abruptly a few years later. It breaks my heart.

We spend the day with his dad, Lydia, and Jamie, and I get to see a very different side of Aaron. He’s a devoted uncle and a wonderful, caring son. His loyalty shines through, and still, I can feel the walls around him, the ones that I’m sure he’s built to protect himself from the guilt he carries with him.





CHAPTER 19


A LITTLE CLOSER


Aaron

Part of me regrets bringing Teagan to meet my family before she knows the truth about what happened to Devon. How he died. How it was my fault. I know what Lydia will tell her, and in some ways, it absolves me of the responsibility.

I know as soon as she walks into the living room that Lydia has filled in the gaps. The ones she can, anyway. I can see it in the soft way Teagan looks at me. But it’s not pity, not exactly. Which is good. I can’t deal with the pity.

I fucked up. And my fuckup cost us all my brother. I don’t deserve people’s sadness or their pity. What I do deserve are the nightmares I still have, and the constant reminder of what I had and so carelessly let slip through my fingers.

“I really like her,” Dad says when Teagan goes upstairs to change into her bathing suit.

“So do I, but I don’t know if it’s gonna be a long-term thing,” I warn him.

“Why would you say that?”

“I’m not sure how long she’s planning to stay in Pearl Lake or if it’s temporary.” But I know I don’t want it to be. And that’s messing with me. I want her to stick around. The more time I spend with her, the more I want. She’s like an addiction. But far worse, because quitting her would have repercussions that I can’t escape.

He leans on the railing overlooking the putting green. Yes, my dad has a putting green in his backyard. “Can I say something, son, without you getting defensive?”

“You can try. I can’t guarantee you’re going to be successful, though.”

He chuckles. “I know it’s hard for you to let people in, Aaron, and it’s a big step bringing Teagan here to meet us, but at some point I think you’re going to have to stop splitting your life in two. You can’t hide from your past, and you can’t let your past rule your future.”

“I know. I just . . . it’s hard, you know? I want this to work with Teagan, but I’m worried once the truth sets in she’s going to see that I’m a mess and want nothing to do with me.”

“It doesn’t seem likely from where I’m standing, but I think you need to give her a chance, and yourself.” He claps me on the shoulder, his smile a little sad and a lot knowing.

The sound of footfalls coming down the stairs ends the conversation.

I spend the rest of the day watching Teagan work her magic on Lydia, Jamie, and my dad. She’s warm like the sun, effervescent like soda pop, and it’s so easy to imagine what it would be like to fold her into my life, to have her here on Christmas morning, to make her my date for every single event my dad invites me to. And it scares the shit out of me.

At the end of the day Jamie pulls us into his bedroom, where he’s set up a campout. He fights to stay awake when Teagan reads him a story. Once he nods off, we head back downstairs and sit with my dad and Lydia until they’re yawning and apologizing, promising breakfast in the morning before we leave for Pearl Lake.

And then it’s just the two of us and my truth hanging between us like a garlic-scented burp. Impossible to ignore.

“Hi,” Teagan says, voice soft, eyes the same. Her fingertips drift slowly down the side of my neck. “How are you?”