Ugly Love(38)

Rachel is happy.
I make Rachel happy.
I make Rachel’s life better.
Her life is better with me in it.
“Rachel,” I whisper.
She places her bookmark inside the book and closes it, but she
doesn’t look at me.
“I want you to know something.”
She nods, but she closes her eyes as though she wants to focus
on my voice and nothing else.
“When my mom died, I stopped believing in God.”
She lays her head on her arms and keeps her eyes shut.
“I didn’t think God would make someone go through that
much physical pain. I didn’t think God would make someone
suffer like she suffered. I didn’t think God was capable of
making someone go through something so ugly.”
A tear falls from Rachel’s closed eyes.
“But then I met you, and every single day since then, I’ve
wondered how someone could be so beautiful if there wasn’t
a God. I’ve wondered how someone could make me so
incredibly happy if God didn’t exist. And I realized . . . just
now . . . that God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the
beautiful things in life for granted.”
My words don’t make Rachel smile.
My words make Rachel frown.
My words make Rachel cry.
“Miles,” she whispers.
She says my name so quietly it’s as if she doesn’t want me to
hear it.
She looks at me, and I can see that this moment isn’t one of the
beautiful moments for her. Not like it is for me.
“Miles . . . I’m late.”



Chapter seventeen

TATE

Corbin: Want to grab dinner? What time do you get off work?
Me: Ten minutes. Where at?
Corbin: We’re nearby. We’ll just meet you out front.
We?
I can’t ignore the excitement that just flooded me with that text. Surely the we means him and Miles. I can’t think of anyone else who would be coming with him, and I know Miles came home last night.
I finish up the last of my paperwork, then make a stop in the restroom to check my hair (I hate that I care) before heading outside to meet them.
The three of them are standing near the entrance when I walk outside. Ian and Miles are both with Corbin. Ian smiles when he sees me, since he’s the only one facing me. Corbin spins around when I reach them.
“Ready? We’re going to Jack’s.”
They’re quite the team. All good-looking in their own ways but even more so when they’re sporting their pilot jackets and walking in a group like this. I can’t deny I feel somewhat underdressed, walking next to them in my scrubs. “Let’s do it,” I say. “I’m starving.”
I glance at Miles, and he gives me the slightest nod but no smile. His hands are planted firmly in the pockets of his jacket, and he looks away as we all begin walking. He stays a step ahead of me the entire time, so I walk next to Corbin.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask as we head toward the restaurant. “Are we celebrating the fact that all three of you are off on the same night?”
A silent conversation passes around me. Ian looks at Miles. Corbin looks at Ian. Miles looks at no one. He keeps his eyes forward, focused on the sidewalk ahead of us.
“Remember when we were kids and Mom and Dad took us to La Caprese?” Corbin asks.
I remember that night. I’ve never seen my parents happier. I couldn’t have been older than five or six, but it’s one of the few memories I have from that young an age. It was the day my father made captain with his airline.
I stop in my tracks and immediately look at Corbin. “You made captain? You can’t get captain. You’re too young.” I know for a fact how hard it is to make captain and how many hours a pilot has to put in to be considered. Most pilots in their twenties are copilots.
Corbin shakes his head. “I didn’t get captain. I’ve changed airlines too much.” He cuts his eyes to Miles. “But Mr. Sign Me Up for More Hours over here got a nice little promotion today. Broke the company record.”
I look at Miles, and he’s shaking his head at Corbin. I can tell he’s embarrassed that Corbin just called him out, but his modesty is just one more thing I find appealing about him. I have a feeling that if their friend Dillon were ever to make captain, he’d be on top of a bar somewhere, announcing it to the entire world with a megaphone.
“It’s not that big a deal,” Miles says. “It’s a regional airline. Not many people to promote.”
Ian shakes his head. “I didn’t get promoted. Corbin didn’t get promoted. Dillon didn’t get promoted. You’ve been at this a year less than any of us, not to mention the fact that you’re only twenty-four.” He spins around and walks backward, facing all three of us. “Abandon the modesty for once, man. Rub it in our faces a little. We’d do it to you if the roles were reversed.”
I don’t know how long they’ve been friends, but I like Ian. I can tell he and Miles are close, because Ian is genuinely proud of him and not at all jealous. I like that these are Corbin’s friends. It makes me happy for Corbin that he has this support. I’ve always pictured him living here, working too much, spending all his time alone and away from home. I don’t know why, though. Our father was a pilot, and he was home a fair amount of time, so I shouldn’t have misconceptions when it comes to Corbin’s life as a pilot.
I guess Corbin isn’t the only one to worry unnecessarily about his sibling.
We reach the restaurant, and Corbin holds the door open for us. Ian walks in first, and Miles steps back, allowing me to walk in ahead of him.