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term or knew that if they did I was out the door.

“So you don’t think you’ll ever get married or have kids?” She sounded curious but also something

more.

I shrugged and reached up to pull my hat off of my head and shove it into my back pocket.

“I doubt it.”

She muttered something I didn’t catch under her breath and walked with me to the desk. She talked to

the night nurse, signed something, and came back over to where I was hovering off to the side.

“You’re all set. You can only go in for a half hour, but that’s better than nothing.”

“I appreciate it.”

She cocked her head to the side and blinked those cloudy eyes at me like she was trying to find

something to say. I thought she was extra cute when she was all unsure like that.

She gave me a really sad smile and slipped my hoodie off to hand it back to me. I wanted to put it to my

face and see if it smelled like oranges now instead of cigarette smoke.

“It’s devastating when someone you think you can love ends up disappointing you in the end, so I

understand where you are coming from. Thanks, for, well, everything tonight, I guess. I’m actually glad I

ran into you.”

She was walking away from me. I could never seem to get a handle on this girl or really understand

why I wanted to handle her in the first place. Maybe it was because we were talking about weddings, or

maybe it was because I wanted to kiss her and a whole lot more, but I couldn’t stop myself from blurting

out, “Come to Rule’s wedding with me.”

She stopped and went absolutely still. She glanced at me over her shoulder and I could see her trying to

say no without using the actual word. I lifted an eyebrow at her and gave her a grin.

“It’s on Christmas Eve in a week. Don’t say no, just think about it.” I hooked a thumb at the closed door

where Phil was at. “Come find me if you decide you want to give it a shot. It’ll be fun … well, as fun as a

wedding can be when the bride hasn’t told her parents she’s getting married and the groom is as

unpredictable as Rule. Just think about it.”

Before she could outright reject the notion, I slipped into Phil’s dark room and closed the door behind

me. I was surprised he was still awake, but those eyes that were so like mine were wide open and watching

me with unmistakable humor.

“The redheaded nurse?”

I grunted and took a seat next to the bed.

“Yeah.”

“She’s very pretty and a total doll. She stopped by to check on me a few days ago, and when I told her I

was bored out of my mind, she showed up with those. I coulda kissed her.” He indicated a thick stack of

magazines off to the side that had pictures of motorcycles and scantily clad women gracing the covers. Man,

she really was sweet. She didn’t have to do that for him.

“She’s something else for sure. I’ve never met a chick that runs so hot and cold. We went to school

together when I was younger.”

He lifted both his eyebrows and shifted his legs under the covers.

“You think it has something to do with when you were a pain-in-the-ass teenager? You used to run your

mouth and not think about it all the time and you had a tendency to act like a little shit when the mood

struck. You and Rule both. Maybe the man is paying for the sins of his younger self.”

I pondered that and inclined my chin at him.

“You look a little better.”

“Better is relative. The pneumonia is on the mend, and they tell me I might make it out of here by the

end of the week. I’m going to have to look at hiring someone for home care, though, because the worst is

yet to come, and I’m not staying in this hospital surrounded by machines, just waiting for the end to sweep

in and take me.”

I frowned and folded my hands together and rested my forearms on my knees.

“How can you sound so matter-of-fact about the fact you’re dying? It rips my fucking guts out and you

talk about it like we’re discussing what to have for dinner.”

“I’ve had longer to get used to the idea than you have, son. I’m sorry that I never could find the right

words to talk to you about it before now. The first time around you were just a little kid and I thought I was

invincible. This time I know none of that holds any water.”

That didn’t make feel any better, but I guess nothing ever would.

“When are you going to tell me how all this happened? How did no one ever think I needed to know the

truth about you and Mom?”

He sighed, which started a round of coughing that had his whole body contorting. I wanted to feel bad

for asking but I needed to know.

“That’s a long story for another place and time. Really I think you should ask your mother about it.”

I threw my big frame back in the chair and glared at him.

“I want the truth and I doubt she even knows what that looks like.”

He clicked his tongue at me and shifted in the bed again. He just looked so frail and so unlike the man

that I had always wanted to emulate. It scared me.

“We are equally accountable for not telling you sooner. She made some bad choices, decided her future

was going to look one way no matter what stood in her path—me, you and anything else. I was grateful for

the time I had with you, and the rest of the boys. Do I wish you had known that you were my kid sooner?

Yes, but I also understand why your mother wanted to keep it a secret for as long as she did. I made some

bad choices along the way as well, Nash.”

“Why did you let her do this to us? To me? My childhood was a nightmare until you got involved.”

He gave me a look I recognized all too well. I saw it on Rule. I saw it on Jet. I saw it on Rome every

time they looked at the women that had captured their hearts forever, so I answered for him.

“You loved her.”

He closed his eyes and slumped down on the pillows piled up behind him.

“Love isn’t something you can negotiate, Nash. When it happens, it becomes everything.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. I’ve been on the losing end of love my entire life.”

“You can’t base love on the experience you had growing up. Loving someone you want to make your

own has a different feeling, a different power than the love you have for family. It’s different and the chains

that bind it can be unbreakable.” His voice cracked and his eyes slid closed.

He was fading fast, so I got to my feet and walked over so I could clap a hand on his shoulder. It took

all my will not to flinch when I felt how brittle he was under the black sweater he had on.

“I guess. I just don’t know how anyone can love a guy whose own mom tossed him over. That doesn’t

bode well in my book. If Mom couldn’t love me, how is anyone else going to for the long haul?”

He might have had an argument that would’ve made me feel better but he drifted off to sleep before he

could give it to me.

I never considered forever with anyone. I didn’t think it was for me, but when I thought about the way

Saint’s eyes shifted from light gray to pewter, and remembered the way she felt pressed up against me in

both my desperation and her own, I was starting to wonder if I needed to reconsider my view on things.

CHAPTER 6

Saint

The weather had gone from yucky to scary as I navigated the roads into the mountains and toward the

upscale suburb of Brookside, where both my parents still lived. Mom kept the big house in the gated

community. Dad had moved into a trendy condo closer to the main part of town with his girlfriend. There

were miles separating them, but if you asked my mother, the distance between Denver and the moon wasn’t

enough space to get away from my father and his betrayal. I really did feel bad for her, but at some point

she needed to start to heal or she was going to lose more than just her marriage and her sanity. Faith was

hanging on by a thread, and me … I loved my mom, but I was over it. Men disappointed, it was just the

way it was.

I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the choices my dad had made. I didn’t understand how he could so easily

walk away from my mom and leave his family in the lurch, but blame only went so far. I could hate him

forever for falling in love with someone else, throw him out of my life indefinitely because of the decisions

he had made that had led to my mom acting like a lunatic, but it was more important to me to keep my

family together. I just accepted that he was fallible. Faith and I would never welcome the new girlfriend into

the fold with open arms, but I forced myself to tolerate her and worked on interacting with my dad in a

nonresentful way every time I saw him. I think a little part of me expected nothing less from him just

because he was a man and I had this belief that all men would ultimately gravitate toward the shiny, prettier,

and his case younger option when it came to thinking with what was in their pants.

I had to go slowly and concentrate, which was harder than usual because I was so emotionally drained.

I couldn’t get the girl, the horrible loss from yesterday, out of my mind. I also couldn’t stop the endless

replay of the way I had thrown myself at Nash from rolling over my eyes every time they drifted shut last

night, which led to a sleepless night. Twice now we had shared a kiss in the midst of an emotional

upheaval, both times it had made the situation more tolerable, more a shadow than a suffocating fog of bad

feelings and hurt. I didn’t want to name what that meant, but I couldn’t deny that kissing him made me feel

restored and set me back on solid ground. The fact he didn’t push me away, didn’t grill me endlessly about

it, forced me to question all the memories I had that reminded me over and over again that I was supposed

to think Nash was a heartless jerk.

I’d been seconds away from accepting his invitation to the wedding, even though the idea of spending

time around him, around his friends and a bunch of strangers, made me want to hyperventilate. Thank God

he had told me to think about it. There was some kind of current dragging and pulling between us that I

didn’t trust, didn’t particularly like, but it was strong, and fighting its momentum was wearing me out,

wearing me down. I actually
wanted
to spend time with him.

When he told me about his mom, how he used the words
I know how it feels, Saint …
it altered my

entire perception of who I thought he was and who he really might be. Hearing that you were fat and ugly,

that no one liked you, and that you would never have friends or get a boyfriend sucked coming from kids

your own age, but kids could be mean and hopefully they would grow out of it. Being made to feel

worthless and unwanted by a parent … that had to be devastating and nearly impossible to get over. I

couldn’t even get my head around it. I didn’t want to examine too closely why that made a pang near my

heart start to throb in pain or why the idea of him being against marriage and forever with one person made

me a little queasy.

By the time I pulled into the driveway of my mom’s house, the trip had taken an hour longer than it

should have and a full-on snowstorm was working through the mountains. I jogged up to the front door

and rang the bell. I did a double take when my mom pulled open the door. It was one in the afternoon, she

still had her pajamas on, and she was holding a half-empty wineglass in her hand. As she swayed slightly

and glared at me, I didn’t believe for one second it was her first glass of the day, and that made my stomach

drop.

“What are you doing here, Saint?”

There was no welcome in her tone, so I maneuvered past her and walked into the house. Before the

split, she would have pulled me into her arms and hugged the life out of me whether I needed it or not. She

would have asked me about work and my dating life. Now she looked irritated that I had crashed her pity

party.

“Faith called me. She told me about the fire and I thought I should come and check on you. We’re

worried about you, Mom.” I fought the urge to reach for her drink so I could dump it out.

She scoffed at me and slammed the door shut. I winced when some of the wine in her glass sloshed

over her hand.

“You should be worrying about yourself, Saint.”

We might not have the kind of mother-daughter relationship where we were the best of friends, but my

mom had never purposely lashed out at me in anger before. I reached out and snatched the wineglass out of

her hand and stomped to the kitchen. Stung and annoyed by both her tone and her attitude.

“You shouldn’t be drinking anything alcoholic while you’re on so many different medications. This is

ridiculous, Mom. You want to push me away by being purposefully nasty and by trying to force Faith to

choose between you and Dad. You’re making this situation harder on everybody. The stunt with the fire …”

I shook my head at her. “Is that a desperate cry for attention? Who did you think was going to swoop in and

save you if you got arrested for arson? Dad? Well, I hate to break the news to you, but he’s moved on and

so should you. Faith and I love you, Mom. That should be enough.”