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He didn’t look anything like
the villain in my head I’d been tormented by for the last few months. The
dissonance put me at an uncomfortable loss for words.

A small part of me took
pleasure in seeing the bruise Jason left on his face. I was willing to bet
Bailey was terrified it would be in her wedding photos.

My bird-sized sister
straightened sharply and took a look down my tattered robe and bare feet. I
wished I’d shaved my legs or brushed my hair. She seemed so put together for
this ungodly time of morning, especially after last night. Her small nose and
wispy blond strands gave her an air she certainly didn’t inherit from our
parents.

“What do you want?” I
inspected them both warily in the way you don’t let salesmen into your home
because they could actually be axe murderers in disguise.

“To take measurements.” She
held up a silver tape measure and notebook in case I didn’t believe her. “Let
us in.”

Jonathan pulled the screen
door open, quiet since Jason fixed it. When she stepped forward, I put my foot
down to block her.

“No.”

“What?” Bailey jerked back.
She’d clearly expected a row, but not a flat denial. It was always a pleasure
to still be able to surprise my sister.

“You heard me. You want to
take measurements of my house, you’ll call first and schedule a time that is
convenient for me.”

Bailey collected herself and
stared down the edge of her nose. “It won’t take but a minute.”

She tried stepping inside
again, but I didn’t let her by. She scowled and glanced beyond me to the
treasures hiding inside.

“Since when do you cook?” She
said it like a curse, like I should be deeply ashamed of my mixing bowls left
out on the counter for just anyone to see.

“Not your business.”

It felt like I was saying
that a lot lately.

Jonathan scowled. “He’s here,
isn’t he?”

I didn’t answer that
question. “You’ll have to come back another time. Preferably when I’m dressed.
Now get off my property before I call the sheriff.”

When she didn’t move,
Jonathan took her hand.

“We’ll come back, Bail. We’ll
call next time.” This he said for me. He nodded. I nodded. Bailey tore away
from us both and ran back to her car.

I slammed the door, turned,
and jumped to discover Jason standing not two feet behind me leaning against
the wall, arms crossed. I scowled.

“Get out.”

I stalked towards the hallway
leading to the stairs and my bedroom, but he caught my arm and whirled me back
towards him. His baby blue eyes blazed hot and angry.

“What was that? Why did they
want in here to
take measurements
?”

I exploded.

“None of your business! How
many times do I have to say that to people?”

“Maybe it’s not, but I want
to know.” He strode behind me down the hallway and up the stairs. “I
need
to know. Cassidy, stop acting like a goddamn child and talk to me.”

I whirled on him, almost
knocking him down the stairs. “Fine. They’re taking measurements because they
are taking my house from me. I’m only the caretaker until one of us gets
married. The first of us to get married, to be precise. That granddaughter
inherits the house and the land and everything that goes along with it. She’s
supposed to raise her family here the way my grandma had. But what my grandma
didn’t count on was the fact the land is worth a lot of money. I’m sure they’ll
try to sell it. Neither of them are the type to live out in the middle of
nowhere.”

To his credit, he looked
horrified. I’d never seen him look so temporarily vulnerable as he did right
then, but it didn’t last long. He pulled himself together, seemed to grow
taller before me.

“I don’t understand. I know
my brother. He’s not malicious, despite what happened last night. And they
don’t need the money.”

“It’s not about the money.”
All at once I didn’t want to fight anymore. It was exhausting having another
enemy. I turned towards the landing window that overlooked the front yard and
the barn. I jimmied open the window to let in a blast of hot, faintly humid
summer air. “Do you know how I found out about them?”

He didn’t come closer. I
would have felt the heat of his body, but his voice felt close and a little
hoarse from yelling.

“Jonathan said you caught
them kissing. I’m guessing that’s not entirely accurate.”

“Actually,” I leaned against
the window frame and gazed lovelorn down at the barn. The wind had nudged the
door open a little. “There was no kissing involved at all.”

“Tell me,” he said

So I did. For some reason, it
embarrassed me to tell him the truth. I didn’t want him to know I was the kind
of girl a person could do this to. I didn’t want him to think I was fragile or
small or unnecessary.

“I was reconsidering our
decision to have the reception at the hall where they have the holiday dances.
I wanted something more personal, more special. I thought, maybe we could have
it in our barn. So I left my mom’s early to check out the space and see if it
lived up to my dream of it.”

I wiped my fingers across the
window glass. “I brought a measuring tape with me. This big, industrial thing
of my father’s I’d swiped from his tool box. The barn door was open. I’m always
forgetting to lock it, so I wasn’t surprised. The light came in through the west
windows and I remember thinking,
a late day reception in here would be
breathtaking
. It was exactly what I wanted.

I didn’t realize I wasn’t
alone until it was too late to do anything about it. They were in the hay on a
blanket and…I just stood there. I must have been shocked enough to let go of
the measuring tape. It made such noise when it hit the floor. They stopped and
looked up at me. They both looked right at me. Right
through
me. Then
she wrapped her arms around his neck and he looked back down at her, and they
kept going.”

 Jason swore. It wasn’t the
hard, broken edged sort of swear that’s meant to take you down a bit. He barely
whispered it, the sort of word to fill in when the brain and heart can’t make
sense of something important.

“The invitation, maybe it
wasn’t important, but it was supposed to be my life. That’s what my future was
supposed to look like. And now?” I raised my hands and dropped them in defeat.
“You were a wonderful distraction. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

“Were?” His voice was quiet.
When I turned to look at him, I could see it in his eyes that he knew what I
was going to tell him before I ever said it.

“You’re going home in less
than a week. After the wedding, I assume. And it’s time I get back to figuring
out what to do with the rest of my life. No more distractions.”

“Cassidy.” He took a step
towards me and I took a step back.

“I’m going to get in the
shower. I don’t want you to be here when I come out.”

Before he could say anything,
I turned and went up the rest of the stairs, hurried to the bathroom, and shut
the door behind me. I listened against the white painted door for his
footsteps, even and familiar. I waited until the front door closed and the
screen door banged shut. When I was sure he was far enough away, I slid down to
the cold tile floor, buried my face against my knees, and cried.

 

 

 

13

____________

 

My grandmother died of a
heart attack three years ago, just shy of her eighty third birthday.
Eighty-three years. She spent seventy of them with my grandfather before he
passed away from cancer. It took him fast, so fast he never looked sick until
those last few days. She spent nearly thirteen years without him. I didn’t
realize it then, but she must have been made of stronger stuff than the rest of
us mortals because five days without Jason and I felt like a hot mess. I had
customers demanding to know when I’d finish their webpages, family demanding to
know why I won’t answer the phone or the door, and town gossips dying to get a
peek at the crazy Blue daughter dead set on driving herself stark raving mad.

So when I couldn’t take
another moment of the whole disaster, I fled the farmhouse for the hill
overlooking the fields where our family’s cemetery plot hid amongst the big
trees there protecting the sacred space. I went to my grandma who I was certain
was the only person in the world who wouldn’t shame me in some way.

I plopped down cross legged
right on top of her with my back against her tombstone. There were no secrets
between her and me. Not back when she was still alive. Not now.

“Everything’s gone to hell
and I think I might be driving the train,” I told her.

She would have told me to
stop fighting with my sister. She was always saying that, and we just went
right back out there to fight louder and harder the next day. That day in the
barn was not where things went wrong for Bailey and me. When she was born, she
took one look at me and screamed her head off because she knew she’d have to fight
me every step of the way growing up. Grandma told me I was the quiet one, the
one who entertained herself when everyone else was busy. But Bailey, she told
me, wasn’t as strong. She needed others more, and she’d never understand why
you got any attention at all when you didn’t seem to want it or need it.
You’re
just different, that’s all
.

“I don’t even think I hate
her, not really. She’s just so damn exhausting. She’s like a vampire that won’t
let you die.”

“That is maybe a bit
dramatic.”

I turned and looked over the
edge of the gravestone to see Bailey climbing the hill towards me. I groaned
and thunked my head back against the granite. “Figures you’d find a way to ruin
a cemetery.”

“Ok
, a lot
dramatic.”
She slid down on the opposite side of the gravestone. I could feel her,
somehow, through the engravings.

“Don’t you have a wedding to
be driving people nuts over? You’ve already done your worst. What more could
you possibly want from me?”

Bailey sighed, exasperated.
“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Then why are you marrying
my
ex-fiancé? Why are you moving into
my
house? Why did you have to take
mom and dad and Jason?”

“Why’d you have to get it all
in the first place? I mean, god Cassidy, you lose one guy and go out and snag
his more successful older brother. Grandma left her house to you to take care
of until one of us got married. Why you? What’s so great about
you
?”

“Bailey! You didn’t get the
house because you wanted to live in town. And Jason? Had nothing to do with
you. I know you think it was some way for me to get back in with Jonathan, but
I can assure you I want nothing to do with him. He cheated on me, Bailey, with
my little sister. I don’t even know how you can trust him not to do the same to
you.”

“Because he loves
me
.”

We both went quiet as the
weight of her last words hit us. He cheated on me because he didn’t love me.
Ouch. If I could hurt any more, it might have bled me out, but there wasn’t
anything left to bruise and I was too exhausted to fight her any more.

“Fine, Bailey. You win. He loves
you. Go, ride off into the sunset.”

“I didn’t come here to pick a
fight with you, Cass. I don’t know why whenever I try to talk to you we descend
into bickering and name calling. It’s always been like that, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it has.”

“The truth is, I didn’t mean
to hurt you. I didn’t know I loved him until I just…did. And it was too late.
We should have done it differently. We didn’t want to be villains, we only
wanted to be in love. There seemed no good way to get there.”

She meant it. Her words felt like
a salve on all the open wounds. I rested my head back and stared into the
trees. “Thank you. For saying so.”

“I’m sorry, Cass.”

We quieted and listened to
the birds, the insects, a bullfrog down the hill where a stream fed through
rocks near the parking lot. It felt like we sat there together for so long that
I could no longer hear her from all the other sounds that filtered between us.

“I should go. I’ve got a
final dress fitting and we’re putting up the last of the decorations this
afternoon.” Bailey climbed to her feet and came to stand near me. I wasn’t in
any hurry, but it felt ok having her here.

“Good luck.”

“Jason will be there, I mean,
if you’d like to come.”

I flushed. “We’re not…that’s
over.”

“Oh.” Bailey blushed and sunk
her hands into her pockets. “It shouldn’t be, though. He really cares about
you. I could tell. And he doesn’t seem very happy these last couple of days.”

“This heart to heart has been
nice, Bail, but I don’t think I’m ready to start taking relationship advice
from you yet.”

She smiled and nodded. “Fair
enough. I’ll see you?”

“We’re sisters, aren’t we? I
suspect mom won’t give us a choice.”

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