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Stonehill Series Collection, page 48
Paul and Jason shifted her sofa one way and then the other. She was surrounded by insanity. She’d spent most of the day mourning at the old house, only to walk in to the best kind of crazy at her new house. The place was cramped, loud, and everyone was stepping over each other trying to move around.
Her heart filled with love for all the people there, each and every one of them. Paul, Matt, and Harry, Kara’s husband, debating which piece of furniture to bring in next, and Kara, Annie, and Donna debating over where her pans should go. Sam and Jason bickering over who got the loft and who got the second downstairs bedroom. Even Mitch, who was carrying in boxes and setting them out of the way.
The moment was madness. Sheer and utter and perfect madness.
Paul opened his eyes as he drifted from sleep. It took a few seconds to register the strange room he was in. He and Dianna had been exhausted after moving boxes and furniture and unpacking all day. He’d stayed later than anyone, and when they’d finally stopped, it was late and he was tired. She’d pulled him with her into her new bedroom, and without a word of protest he’d curled up into her bed.
They’d fallen asleep within minutes, and now he was wrapped around her, surrounded by her warmth and sweet scent.
The day—hell, the last month—had been so hectic they hadn’t had time to breathe. But this morning, in her new house with her sleeping next to him, he inhaled and exhaled slowly as he let life sink in. Everything was perfect. As perfect as he could expect anyway.
He kissed her head before slipping from her bed. As a pot of coffee brewed, he looked out the back door at the yard. It was the beginning of June and the air was still cool in the mornings, but he opened the door and stepped out onto the patio. He smiled as he imagined the life they were going to have there. Thoughts of family barbeques and mornings of sipping coffee at the table filled his mind and brought peace to his heart.
He startled when a cup was slid in front of his face. He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there making plans in his mind, but it was long enough that Dianna had poured him a cup of coffee.
He took the mug from her. “Thank you.”
Her arm went around his waist, and she rested her head to his chest. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m happy,” he whispered so he didn’t jinx it.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Me, too.”
He kissed her head. “I was watching you sleep last night.”
“Was I drooling?”
He chuckled. “No. You looked beautiful and so peaceful. It made me think about something.”
“Hmm. You do a lot of thinking while I sleep.”
“I get my best thinking done when you aren’t nervously rambling about something.”
She gasped, causing him to laugh.
“I’m teasing.” He hugged her gently and pressed his lips to her head. “You know how I like to jump into things feet first?”
“I do.”
“Well, I was thinking that I really love this house, and I’m probably going to be spending an awful lot of time here.”
She grinned. “That’s my plan.”
He was quiet for a moment, debating just how much he wanted to say in that moment. “I know this is your house, but I feel like this is our place, our fresh start, our new beginning. So, I was thinking, maybe we should sell my house and look into investing the money in a vacation home. Something lakefront. Then we could have a romantic getaway whenever we wanted. I think we’ve earned some time away, don’t you?”
A smile slowly spread across her face. “Yes, I think we have.”
“We would each have our own house, but we’d only visit mine for long weekends and vacations.”
Excitement lit her eyes. “I like your new house already.”
“We should get something with at least three bedrooms, don’t you think? Something big enough for our friends and family to visit us sometimes.” He laughed softly as the idea warmed his soul. “Can you imagine us and all our boys crammed into a three-bedroom house on the beach? It would be insanity.”
Her smile widened. “It would be the best kind of insanity. And I would love it. I would love it so much.”
“But first things first,” he said.
She lifted her brows.
“We can’t even consider living together until I’ve heard you play that piano.”
Dianna laughed but then took his hand and led him into her new living room. She set her coffee on the end table and sat at the piano. He squeezed onto the bench next to her. She looked over at him and smiled.
And then she played for him.
The Forgotten Path
Copyright © 2019 by Marci Bolden
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover design by Okay Creations
ebook layout by Lori Colbeck
mobi ISBN-13: 978-1-950348-08-4
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 1
Marcus barged into his boss’s office. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
Annie jolted, startled by his sudden appearance. She’d taken the pins from her hair, letting her blond strands fall around her shoulders, but it was a mess from running her fingers through it. She only did that when she was stressed, proving to Marcus this intervention was most definitely needed.
She dropped her reading glasses on the desk and looked up at him with curious gray eyes. Though she tended toward more neutral colors in her clothing, he knew that she liked red lipstick that stuck out against her pale skin. When she pressed her lips together in that way she so often did where he was concerned, the red very nearly disappeared as her mouth became a thin line of disapproval. She tilted her narrow chin down as she focused on the bag in his hand. “What’s that?”
He sat in his usual seat on the other side of her desk. “Meatloaf, potatoes, and green beans.”
“I didn’t order dinner.”
“Nope. You didn’t. But look at that.” He dropped the bag on her desk. “I brought it anyway. I’m vying for Employee of the Year.”
She smiled weakly as he tossed a packet containing plasticware and a thin napkin at her. “Why stop there?” she asked. “I’m sure you could get Real Estate Agent of the Year if you wanted.”
“Nah. You’ve got that covered.”
“I’m actually not very hungry,” she said.
“It’d be rude not to eat with me, Annie. After all the trouble I went through to bring you dinner.”
She scoffed the way she always did to let him know she didn’t believe him. “Your sister had this delivered, didn’t she?”
“She texted me earlier, and I mentioned we were working late. She knows how we are—all work, no sustenance.”
“Jen is a saint.”
He set a white Styrofoam container in front of Annie and eyed her as she dug in a drawer and tossed a stack of sturdier napkins on the desk. Something about her had been off all day. She’d been unusually melancholy, and he was determined to figure out why.
“Mallory graduates tomorrow,” he said. “I’m surprised you aren’t home getting ready for the party.”
“It’s all taken care of and ready to go.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Well, you’ve been a thousand miles away all day. I figured you were stressing about seating and finger foods.”
Annie focused on her dinner and shook her head. “Nope.”
Silence hung over them while he cut into his meatloaf and then chewed a big bite. “How are sales?”
“Fine. We should meet our quarterly goals.”
“Good.” He took another bite as the quiet lingered. Their late-night dinners didn’t normally go this way. They usually spent this time summarizing the day. Taking light-hearted jabs at each other. Laughing and unwinding from work, not sitting in awkward silence. Finally, he sat forward. “Seriously, Annie. You’re killing me here. What is wrong with you today?”
She lifted her brows at him. “What?”
“Something’s wrong. Even Dianna noticed it. She asked me if I knew what was bugging you before she went home.”
“Just because Di is about to become my sister-in-law doesn’t mean she’s in tune with my feelings.”
“You have feelings?”
She cocked a brow at him, and he pointed a mashed-potato-topped fork at her.
“See? That right there. You let that jab go. That isn’t like you.”
Annie focused on her food again. “Whatever.”
His amusement left him. She looked…sad. He couldn’t think of a time in the last five years that he’d seen her sad. Annie O’Connell didn’t let things get to her. She wasn’t a Pollyanna by any means, but when a problem came up, she tackled it and moved on. She didn’t dwell, but she had been dwelling. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Look, I know when something is wrong with you, and right now, there is definitely something wrong. You can tell me to piss off if you don’t want to talk about it, you can tell me I’m your subordinate and it’s none of my damned business, but don’t lie to me. You’ve been withdrawn all day. I’m concerned.”
She sighed. “My kid is graduating college tomorrow, Marcus. I’m feeling old.”
“Feeling old?”
“Yeah.”
“You are so full of shit.”
She stared at him, appearing to debate what to tell him.
“What is it?” he pushed. He wouldn’t get anywhere if he didn’t. The woman had never exactly been forthcoming with personal information. Marcus had worked for her for nearly a year before even knowing her birthday, and he’d only found out because her brothers, Paul and Matt, had sent her a huge bouquet. Her threats to do unseemly things with those roses had amused Marcus for days.
“Sometimes I get to thinking about things that I’d rather not think about. Mallory’s graduation is stirring the memory pot a little. But I’m fine.”
“Her dad?”
Mallory’s “dad” hadn’t been in the picture since Annie had told him she was pregnant.
“He hadn’t even crossed my mind. Until this moment. Thanks for that,” she said flatly.
“You’re welcome.”
“Can’t we just enjoy dinner? Please?”
“Not when you’re sulking.”
“Sulking?”
“Spill it.” He stabbed his meatloaf.
She pressed her full lips together when she was irritated, and he knew it also meant she was having an internal debate.
Finally, she shrugged. “I never went to college. My mom died when my brothers were young, and…well, you know this story.”
He did, but it had taken him years to learn that her dad was a drunk and her mom died in a car accident. Sixteen-year-old Annie had been the closest thing her younger siblings had to a responsible adult. Her childhood ended when their mother died. Annie started working for a real estate agent before graduating high school and became the breadwinner, primary caregiver, and everything else her brothers needed.
“You’re regretting that,” he said quietly.
“No. Absolutely not. If I’d gone to college, Paul and Matt wouldn’t have. Paul wouldn’t be a successful attorney, and Matt wouldn’t own his own business. They needed me to help them.”
“You’re wondering what life would have been like if your mother hadn’t died and you’d gone to college.”
Annie laughed softly. “Even if my mother hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have gone to college. We couldn’t afford it. The only reason I got it in my head that my brothers would earn their degrees was because I didn’t want them to follow in Dad’s footsteps. Working odd jobs to earn just enough to stay drunk? No. I wasn’t going to let them go down that road.” Pushing her green beans around, she exhaled loudly.
“You were a good sister.”
She looked up and smirked at him. “Past tense?”
“Are. But I was referring specifically to the time between when your mother died until when you stopped financially supporting your brothers.”
“You mean until I got knocked up?” she snapped.
When their dad died from liver failure, Paul had just started his career in criminal law, Matt was finishing college, and Annie got mixed up with the completely wrong kind of guy—the kind who would leave a woman pregnant and alone. Even that didn’t stop her from becoming successful enough to own her own real estate agency. Annie might appear aloof and career-driven, but Marcus saw the truth. She was driven by a need for security, and her business had become her security.
She blinked several times and cleared her throat, and he wondered if she were fighting tears. He almost regretted pushing, but then she lifted her face and the grief in her eyes let him know she’d bottled this up far too long.
“I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I would be lost without Mallory. Sometimes I just feel like I never had a life, you know? My own life. That’s selfish—”
“No, it’s not. You were a kid when your mom died, and you were this close to being free from the burden she left you with when Mallory was born. It’s perfectly natural to feel like you missed out on something. You did, Annie. And it’s okay to think about it from time to time. We all think back on our lives and wonder if we made the right decisions.”
“I made the right decisions,” she said firmly. He knew she wouldn’t say otherwise. She wasn’t prone to doubting herself. She stuck her fork in her meatloaf and pushed the container away. “Thank you for dinner.”
“I owed you. You bought burgers last week. Remember?”
She nodded. “Yes. I guess we really do have to stop meeting like this.”
“I actually kind of like this type of dinner over eating in the restaurant.”
“Why?”
“Because when you have the menu in front of you, it takes you forever to decide what you want.”
Annie cocked a brow, and he laughed.
“That’s the first real go-to-hell look you’ve given me all day. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.”
She chuckled. “You’re so twisted.”
“Listen, Annie—”
“This conversation is over, Marcus.”
“No, it’s not.”
She gave him that look again, but this time it didn’t have a playful edge. She really didn’t want him to push this any further.
He shook his head. “You’re not shutting down on me. Let it out.”
“Let it out? Are you my shrink now?”
“I’m your best friend.”
Wow, she mouthed as she widened her eyes. “Employee of the Year and my new best friend? You are really proud of yourself today.”
He wanted to smile with her but managed to keep his face deadpan. “You know I’m the only person who likes you.”
A giggle lightened her aura of melancholy. “That very well may be true.”
He grinned. “You know better than that.”
“Do I?”
“Everybody likes you.”
She snorted and leaned back in her seat. “Got your eye on Liar of the Year, too?”
“I am an overachiever.”
“You’re something.”
“Should I be offended by that?”
“Maybe.”
He held her gaze until she cleared her throat and looked away. That had been happening with increasing frequency…like they somehow got lost in a moment. Those instances made his heart beat faster.
The first time they got pulled into an intense stare, he’d damn near pulled her into a kiss. Probably would have if they hadn’t been setting up an open house. Annie was a great boss as long as she was happy with the work he was doing, but crossing that line would have undoubtedly gotten him fired. And probably slapped. However, he was becoming more and more convinced that he wasn’t the only one feeling the underlying tension between them. Tension was a bit of an understatement, at least for Marcus. His attraction to Annie was more like an addiction he hadn’t realized he’d developed until it was too late. Now that he’d recognized the attraction between them, it all but consumed him. He spent nearly as much of his workday trying to find excuses to be near her as he did actually working.
In those moments when she clearly felt the pull too, Marcus forgot how stupid it was to fall for his boss, especially when she made a second career out of keeping people at a distance. Her family and daughter were the only people she even remotely let into her heart. He liked to think he was chipping away at the wall she’d built, bit by bit, but the reality was that for every brick he knocked down, she put up two.
“Do you need help with anything tomorrow?” he asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“I thought I’d pick you up instead of meeting you there. If that’s okay.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
