Page 89 of Secret Puck
“He’s a romantic, but he’s still a young man.” She smiles and I notice how tired she looks and wonder how I didn’t see it before. “I should talk to him.”
“They went to the bar.”
“Even Heath?”
“Yeah, he offered to stay, but I figured Adam needed him more than me.”
She touches my face. “You’re a good sister. I’ll talk to him before he leaves, but he’ll be okay. We all will.”
I hope so.
“I was going to have some pie in bed and watchIt’s a Wonderful Life. Want to join me?”
“Is there any pumpkin left?”
“You didn’t really think I put all the pies out on the table earlier?” She smiles and shakes her head as she goes to the oven and pulls out a pumpkin pie.
I barely ate earlier and my stomach growls at the delicious smell of pumpkin and nutmeg. “In that case, I want two slices.”
Momand I eat pie curled up on her king-size bed. As I lay there, I can still smell my dad in their room and wonder if she can too. I’m sad, but I know my parents didn’t come to this decision lightly, so I do my best to not let it show too much.
Mom falls asleep right after the movie, and I head to my own room. The guys aren’t back, and the last text Heath sent said he thought they were in for a late night.
Adam’s always been my protector. I never thought I’d need to repay the favor, but it seems like now might be the time. I can be the strong one this time.
I doze off sometime after one and wake up to the bed dipping with Heath’s weight. His familiar scent mixed with alcohol wraps around me.
“You’re back,” I say, voice thick with sleep. “How’s Adam?”
“Took all three of us to get him upstairs. Rauthruss is sleeping on the floor in there to keep an eye on him.”
“I’m really glad you were here.”
“Me too.” He pulls me tight against him and rubs my back in long, soft strokes. “How are you doing? I hated not being here for you tonight.”
“Well, I’ve had better Thanksgivings, but I ate my weight in pie, so I’m okay for the moment. It doesn’t feel real yet. Twenty-three years… can you imagine?”
His head shakes almost imperceptibly. The TV is still on and his face illuminates with flashing colors. His warmth heats the space between us.
“You can turn off the TV if it bugs you,” I tell him.
“It doesn’t bother me, and I know you prefer it.”
“Being scared of the dark is embarrassing. Maybe even more embarrassing than my parents announcing they’re separating over Thanksgiving dinner, but I’ve gotten used to sleeping without the TV since going to Valley.”
“I realize it probably doesn’t help, but you don’t need to feel embarrassed in front of me. Not for any of it.”
“It does help, actually. Thank you. What also might help is knowing your deepest darkest secrets and fears.”
He chuckles. “I’m scared of all kinds of things.”
“Like?”
“Worms.”
“What?” I laugh. “Why worms?”
He shudders. “We used them for bait when fishing. I never liked touching them and once Nathan noticed, he started chasing me around dangling the little slimy fuckers in front of my face.” He shudders again.
