Page 60 of You Shouldn't Have Come Here

Without saying a word, she got into her car, turned on the engine, and slammed on the gas. Her tires did the rest of the talking as they spit up dirt and gravel.

I let out a sigh of relief as I watched her car disappear down the road. I wouldn’t be made to feel guilty for liking Grace. I had four days left with her, and I wanted to make them the best four days of her life. I didn’t care what Char thought, or Joe, or Betty, or any of them. This town wasn’t good to outsiders. They didn’t like people that were different than them. But I did. I’d always been much more welcoming to strangers. Perhaps because I knew what it felt like to be different, and I myself felt like an outsider sometimes.

Back inside, Grace was finishing up by wiping down the counters. She took care of everything, and it was my turn to take care of her.

“How’d it go?” she asked, wringing out the dishrag over the sink. She looked back at me, waiting for me to speak, but I was just in awe over her.

I shrugged and looked down at my feet. “We both said some things we shouldn’t have.”

Grace dried her hands off with a towel. “It’s probably best she doesn’t come around here for a while,” she said, tilting her head.

I nodded and walked to her, lifting her chin with my hand. “Let’s not talk about anyone else. I just want to focus on you.” I sealed it with a kiss.

“I like that idea.” She smiled.

“I have a surprise for you. Come with me.” I took Grace by the hand and led her outside. Out on the porch, I picked up a picnic basket I put together earlier in the day.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Shhh... it’s a surprise.”

We walked out to the pasture with only the light from the stars guiding us. It hadn’t rained in a while, so the grass crunched beneath our feet. The night would have been completely silent if it weren’t for the buzzing cicadas. I never understood how such small creatures could make so much noise. I held her hand tightly to keep her steady on some of the uneven ground. Grace leaned her shoulder into me as we made our way to the spot I prepared earlier.

“Stand right here,” I said, letting go of her hand. From the picnic basket, I pulled out a lighter and lit a circle of ten tiki torches. Grace gasped as the area came to light. I smiled and pulled a blanket from the basket, laying it out in the center of the torches. Her blue, blue eyes looked like crystals.

“Have a seat,” I said as I unwrapped a plate of grapes and sliced cheese and set out two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

Grace smiled, slid her shoes off, and sat down while I uncorked the wine and poured it.

“Here you are, Miss Grace Evans,” I said, extending a glass to her.

“Thank you, Mr. Calvin Wells.”

I slid my shoes off and took a seat next to her. “Cheers, to you, Grace. Thank you for being not only a guest in my home but a guest in my heart too.” It was a cheesy toast, and I regretted it as soon as the words slithered out of my mouth, but she didn’t seem to mind it.

She clinked her glass against mine and smiled. “Perhaps I’ll take residence up in both.”

Maybe I wouldn’t have to convince her to stay. Maybe she had already convinced herself she wasn’t leaving. We both sipped slowly.

Grace pulled the glass from her lips and glanced around the pasture. “This is really nice.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

She scooched a little closer, leaning her head on my shoulder. A loud whistle came from the mountains. Grace jumped, her eyes bouncing in all directions.

“What was that?”

I put my arm around her and pulled her into the crook of my shoulder. “Just a mountain lion.”

“Just a mountain lion? Are we safe?” Her voice was higher pitched than usual.

“Yeah. They don’t come out this far,” I said with a laugh. “And if they did, I’d protect you.”

Her body relaxed a little and she took another sip of her wine.

“Oh, one more thing. I almost forgot.” I pulled the teddy bear from the basket. “For your comfort.”

Grace bumped her shoulder into me. “Mr. Snuggles.” She held it against her chest.

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