Page 58 of Save the Last Dance
“I know Scott was the leader and caretaker. You cooked. What about Heather and Erin?”
“Heather is the peacemaker,” he said right away, obviously more at ease talking about the rest of his family than about himself. “She’s good at calming everyone down. And Erin…she’s the distractor. She can sense when to crack a joke to diffuse the tension or how to create a new drama that will take the attention away from the old one.”
“You know them well.” She wished she’d asked him more about his family when they were younger. Too late, she realized she tended to create dramas of her own, like his sister Erin. Why hadn’t she realized that she didn’t always need to be the star of a story? “You must miss your siblings.”
“They stop by the bar every now and again.” He finished off his food and shoved the plate aside. “My sisters travel quite a bit looking for vintage stuff at estate sales and flea markets to sell in their store and on their website.”
“I wish I’d spent more time with them when I had the chance.” Maybe if she’d understood the family dynamics better, she wouldn’t have let Mrs. Finley’s angry words get the better of her that night she’d left Heartache.
Nina pushed her plate aside, too, then shifted on the cushioned bench seat to face Mack.
“I discouraged that,” he reminded her. “One of the many perks of dating you was being able to get out of myhouse more. It was more fun for me to go places with you or visit you at the farm.”
Had she known that?
“That would explain why I have so many memories of the peach orchard.” They’d stargazed at night in the back of her truck. Sometimes they’d have a bonfire on the fringes of the orchard and invite friends. She remembered one spring when the trees had been in blossom they’d gone for a long walk and ended up making love on a blanket in the grass. Afterward he’d covered her naked breasts with pink petals.
“The peaches are the farthest from the house.” He peered out the window over the bare field.
This side of the barn looked out over acres of land that used to be a cornfield, but now it was full of tall grass.
“Is that why we chose that spot?” She liked reminiscing with him. It had been too long since she’d allowed herself to think about Mack and her senior year. But it hadn’t all been bad. There’d been a lot of fun memories, too.
“That was a carefully calculated plan, yes, ma’am.” He rested an arm along the back of the seat cushion, his forearm brushing hers.
Her heartbeat had only just started to return to a normal rhythm after the heated encounter earlier. Yet that simple brush of his arm made her pulse jump again, her body more than ready for round two.
“You were awfully clever for a seventeen-year-old.” That much hadn’t changed. Mack’s business success proved that he had a quick mind. She knew firsthand you had to be a world-class problem solver to be an entrepreneur.
His gaze dipped to her mouth. “I had a compelling motivation to find places to be alone with you.”
She laughed. “Is that what we’re calling it these days? ‘Compelling motivation’?”
“What would you call it?” His eyes were surprisingly serious as he tipped up her chin to meet her gaze.
The warm brush of his callused fingertip sent a pleasurable shiver through her. She’d thrown on a pair of his shorts and a flannel shirt for their impromptu meal and her nipples beaded against the soft cotton.
Her throat went dry. She moistened her lips with her tongue. “I just thought you had the hots for me.”
“It was more than that, Nina.” His fingers cradled her cheek for a moment before they slid into her hair and sifted through the strands. “I was crazy about you.”
She heard the past tense. Understood it. But still, it hurt to think about what they’d lost. For so long, she’d been focused on her own hurt. But now, she could see his, too, and it went deeper than she’d ever understood. He thought she’d abandoned him.
“I guess I shouldn’t use that word,crazy,considering the circumstances with my mom.”
Actually, now that Nina was seeing their relationship in a new way, Mack’s mother’s remarks to her made more and more sense.
My son adores you. But that doesn’t mean you can just hold out your arms and accept love as your due, Nina. You have to give it, too…
“I don’t know, maybe your mother understood us much better than I did.” She hadn’t meant to say it aloud. But then again, words had a way of falling from her lips whether she intended to speak them or not.
She felt Mack’s reaction before heard it. He tensed. Straightened.
“What?” The word was all sharp edges.
She’d never told him about the argument she’d had with his mother. Even then, she’d known he would be furiouswith her for trying to talk to his mother when he’d drawn clear boundaries between her and his family.
“I—” It was one thing to not mention the incident. It was another altogether to lie about it. Her stomach clenched uneasily around her eggs.
