Pocketful of Sand(58)

“I was speeding when I saw the truck coming around the corner. He was barely over the line, but I swerved anyway. I was still going too fast when my right tire hit the gravel on the side of the road. I lost control. I couldn’t correct the skid. There was a steep bank and we started to roll. The car flipped four times before we hit the tree. Charity’s side was impacted the most. She was crushed.” I’m shivering. I feel like my teeth are chattering and my insides are trying to jump through my skin. “They said sh-she died instantly.”





TWENTY-FIVE


Eden



“OH, GOD!” I mutter brokenly. I don’t even know what to say. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I cover my mouth with my hands. When I look back up at Cole, leaning against the wall, defeated in his devastation, I’m drawn to him. Like I always am. I’m drawn to his pain, to his fury, to his intensity. I get up and cross the room, stopping inches from him. I can feel the heat radiating from him, warming away the chill that’s come over me.

“Cole, I’m so sorry.” I lay my hand on his broad back.

“Don’t,” he murmurs miserably. “Please don’t.”

“You can’t punish yourself forever. It was a tragedy, yes. An awful tragedy. But it was still an accident. You would never have hurt her on purpose. Never.”

“I’d give anything to be able to tell her that.”

“If she were here, she would already know that. Cole, you can’t give up on life because she’s gone. How does that honor her? To live a sad existence mourning her is just adding another tragedy to the pile. Can’t you just continue to love her? Can’t you find love and happiness and bring her with you?”

Cole turns to face me, his expression ravaged, and he tells me something I never wanted to hear. “No. I could never do that. I told you I was broken. I told you I didn’t have much to give. You just didn’t believe me.”

“What are you saying?”

His expression doesn’t change as he reaches up to cup my cheek. His touch is so light it’s almost ethereal. Like a cool breeze or the brush of a cloud. “I could fall in love with you, Eden. I might have already. But it won’t ever matter. The judge loved my team. Barely gave me a slap on the wrist. For killing my daughter. But I deserved to be punished. And this is my penance. That will never change.”

My heart is hitting my ribs like a battering ram. Did he just tell me he loves me? Or that he might love me? And then tell me that we are doomed in the very next breath?

“Won’t you at least try?”

“I have been. I’ve been falling in love. I’ve been happy, more and more the longer I’ve known you. And I’ve lost her. I’ve failed her again. And I can’t live with that.”

“So what does this mean for us?” Do I really want him to spell it out? Do I really want to hear him say the words?

“I’m saying that this can’t go on. At least not like it has been. I can’t be with you, Eden. Not like you’d want. Not like you deserve. What I’ve given you, it’s all I have to give. There is no more.”

I feel sick. Physically ill, like someone took a hot poker and jumbled up my guts. Can I be with him knowing that there is no future? Knowing that there isn’t a tomorrow? That we will never be more than we are right now?

I don’t know.

But can I let him go? Can I walk away? Let him go, right this minute? Move on and never look back?

I don’t know that I can do that either. I don’t know any of the answers. I only know that when he leans into me, when he brushes his lips over my forehead and pulls me into his arms, I feel like there’s more. I feel like this can be more. If I only give him time.

I tilt my head and press my lips to his chin and then to his mouth. Hard. I hold him to me like I don’t want to let go. Because I don’t. I can’t. Not yet. We just need time.

I hear his breathing pick up. I feel his hands grip my arms. It’s my only warning. That and the pause. His stillness. His way of telling me that if I’m going to stop him, do it now.

Only I don’t. I don’t stop him because I don’t want to. Instead, I reach under his shirt and I press my palms to his warm skin. And then we’re on fire. We are two flames, raging out of control. Licking, burning, engulfing.

I don’t know how we get undressed, but suddenly his hot, smooth skin is all I can feel. Against every inch of my body. Sliding, grinding, pressing.