Chapters (25)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Praise
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- Teaser chapter
“I just don’t think so. Anyway, I’m not getting married.”
“But don’t you think you and Del ... at some point,” Emma began.
“We’ve only been dating since last month.”
“Evasive,” Mac said. “You’ve known each other forever.”
“And you’re in love with him,” Emma finished.
“I’m not thinking about that.”
“About being in love with him,” Parker asked, “or spending the rest of your life with him?”
“It’s not—I’m not projecting that far ahead.”
“Stop it,” Parker ordered.
“It’s really hard.”
“Stop what?” Emma looked from one to the other. “What’s hard?”
“Laurel saying what she’d say to us if the man wasn’t my brother. You’re insulting me.”
“No! Damn it, Parker, that’s just cheating.”
“No, it’s just making the point. Should I just leave?”
“Now you stop it.” Scowling, Laurel tossed back more champagne. “You always did fight dirty. Okay, fine. Fine.Yes, I’m in love with him. I’ve always been in love with him, which makes it unsteady because maybe that’s projecting. But it doesn’t feel like it, especially since I’ve spent a good part of my life trying not to be in love with him. And I couldn’t pull it off. So yes, if we ever got to the point where we talked about the rest of our lives, I’d dive headfirst, jump in with both feet, name your cliche. The thing is, it takes two people to get to that point.”
“Why wouldn’t he love you?” Emma demanded.
“Of course he loves me. He loves all of us. It’s different with me now, but it’s not ...” God, it was lowering, she realized, even among her closest friends. “It’s hard loving someone more than they love you, and it’s something I have to deal with. My feelings, my responsibility.”
“I understand that.” Mac reached over, squeezed Laurel’s hand. “I let Carter feel that way. I didn’t want to be in love, I didn’t want to take that dive, that jump, so I kept holding back. I know it hurt him.”
“I’m not hurting. Or maybe a little, but that could just be pride. I’m happy where we are. I know I may not be happy later, but this is more than I expected to have.”
“I’m surprised your expectations would be so low,” Parker commented. “You’ve always aimed high.”