“She was sweet, but I don’t think we were a good fit. She’s a gym rat, and though we had a great conversation, I kind of caught her looking at the hot waiter.”
Kate shook her head, remembering her own date from hell that she’d hooked up with the busboy. “Sometimes this sucks, huh? But don’t quit on me, Tim. I think I have a better idea of who to match you with.”
“I’m no quitter. Hey, at least I get to date a bunch of cool women and eat out. My television remote was getting too much of a workout before I came to Kinnections.”
Point taken.
The door flung open. “Kate, I’m headed out. I’ll see you at Mugs—oh, I’m sorry to interrupt.” Jane smiled at Tim. “Hi, Tim, good to see you again.”
Tim grinned. “You too. Getting hooked up again?”
Jane laughed. “I guess we’re two peas in a pod, huh?”
Kate rose from the chair and her friend walked into the room. “Did Ken take care of you?”
“Yep. We may try a mixer. I may be ready.”
“Sounds good.”
Tim stood and paused in front of her. “I’m sorry the last guy didn’t work out for you,” he said. He stared at her hard, a smile curving his lips. “He must’ve been stupid.”
“Aww, thanks. Same with you, not sure why you’d be in here again.”
Kate turned to give them some space to continue the conversation, and her hands brushed against the both of them.
Snap.
Crackle.
Pop.
Her skin burned and an electrical shock cut through her system, causing her to jerk back. Holding her breath, Kate stared at them, her heart pounding so hard she swore they’d hear it. But they didn’t. They were looking at each other and the energy simmered like a live wire around them.
Oh. My. God.
The touch was back.
Kate tried to remain cool, though she felt like sticking her hands in a bucket of ice water. She’d forgotten what a jolt it could be when she sensed a connection, but she wanted to throw her head back and laugh with joy.
“Hey, Tim. Jane and I are heading to Mugs after work around five o’clock. We’d love for you to join us.”
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude on ladies’ night out.”
Jane shook her head and touched his arm. “No, come. It’ll be fun.”
“Cool. I’d love to.”
Kate tamped down on a giggle as she watched them make moony eyes at each other. “I better get back to work. I’ll walk you out.”
“See you later.”
She watched them chatter easily and the door shut behind them.
Tears pricked her lids as she sank into the chair. Somehow, she’d been lucky enough to receive her gift back, and she’d never take it for granted again. The image of Slade flashed before her. God, she missed him. She wondered what he was doing right now.
Kate rubbed her eyes, tried to refocus, and got back to work.
HE WAS IN HELL.
Slade stared out the window, trapped another day in his office. Two weeks. The days were endless, but the nights were worse. He kept waiting to feel a sense of satisfaction that he’d done the right thing and released her. Tried to convince himself he was strong for being honest about his limitations and not wanting to wound her. But the inner Ted voice was back, cackling with glee and mockery.
She confessed her love and you threw it back in her face. You’re a p**sy and a coward. And alone.
Shut up. Better to hurt her now than later.
What did you really think could happen?
Anything. Probably not cheating. Probably not betrayal. And Kate didn’t lie. But they could grow apart. Maybe careers could take a toll. Fighting. Of course, fighting with Kate was fun, and making up was even better. No, things happened in good relationships all the time, especially if one embraced the idea of love and forever.
Like I said, you’re a p**sy and a coward.
He shut the box on his crazy mental companion and tried not to think about her. He wondered how she was doing. He tried not to pump Jane for information, knowing that if he heard she was dating, he might lose his sanity. His sister seemed happy and didn’t need him any longer. She went back to Kinnections and was still hopeful of finding someone. How was it his sister believed in the happy ending and he didn’t? She’d been hurt time and time again, driven to emotional extremes, yet she kept trying. He just didn’t get it. But her last words haunted him, consistently pushing him to the edge.
You were the one who helped me believe in love.
The intercom buzzed. “Mr. Montgomery, your three o’clock is here.”
“Send her in. Thank you.”
He straightened his jacket and eased back to lawyer mode. The woman who entered his office was easily in her seventies, with short gray hair, glasses, and dressed in a polyester pantsuit with old lady shoes. Her smile was kind and generous, and she greeted him in a soothing voice and a firm handshake. Slade prepped himself, sensing this would be a bad one. Maybe her husband going for the younger woman? Blowing through their retirement? Sleeping with the maid?
“Mrs. White, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I know you said you were filing for a legal separation, and I’m very sorry for your troubles. Would you share some of the details with me?”
She eased back into the chair with a serene air that puzzled him. “Of course, thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Montgomery. You’ve helped some friends I know and they spoke very highly of your reputation. I’ve been married to my husband for forty years. We have four children. I’m seeking a legal separation for now so he can be free for a while to explore.”
He fought a frown and flipped through the folder where he’d made previous notes. “I see this is uncontested. What brought about the separation? If he’s threatening you or been unfaithful, I can make sure you’re protected.”
Her laugh tinkled in the air with merriment. “Oh, goodness no, he’s never cheated. We’ve had a wonderful life together, but he longs to travel and see the world. You see, we married young and with the children and the difficulty in saving money, we didn’t have much time to do anything. Charles always dreamed of traveling and having adventures. I preferred the home life, so he compromised throughout our entire marriage. We raised our kids, paid off our house, and saved for college, then retirement. But now he doesn’t want to leave me. We’ve fought about it, but he refuses to listen. I want him to go and have his adventures, even if it’s without me. It’s his turn, you see, so the only way is to get a legal separation.”
Slade had heard some crazy stories, but this one caused his mind to blank. He tried to make sense of her words. “I apologize, Mrs. White, I’m trying to understand. Your husband did nothing wrong, yet you want to file papers separating with him. How will this help?”
“It will cut the ties he believes he has to me and our marriage. Oh, he loves me, I’ve no doubt. But I want him to be happy. He’s given me joy for the past forty years, compromising to be what I needed. Now it’s his turn. The only way is to set him free. If he wants to get back together after his journey, we shall.”
He cleared his throat and tapped his pen against the desk. “This is an odd request. I’ve never counseled anyone on legal matters when they’re happy and satisfied with their spouse.”
“It must seem strange to some. You see, love is a funny thing. There are no guarantees, just the day-to-day and the moment. You make vows, hope for the best, and do your damnedest to love the person you’re with. We struggled through childhood cancer with my son, two miscarriages, and my daughter’s divorce. But it always came back to us. Do you understand?”
Slade struggled with the pieces of her story. “No. You went through all that and now you want to separate? How was that possibly worth it? He may leave, and not want you back when he returns. This whole thing would’ve been for nothing.” Anger cut through him, raw and angry. “If he gave you so much, why won’t you go with him? What about your sacrifice? Isn’t he worth it?”
She leaned over the desk and clasped his hand within hers. Slade flinched, startled by her touch and the strength in her slightly gnarled hands. Her brown eyes were filled with peace and knowledge. “I’m dying, Mr. Montgomery. I would do anything to go with him, be by his side while he finally sees the world. But I can’t, and if I tell him, he’ll never leave. I can’t live with that knowledge. So, I will let him go, and when he returns, I’ll give him the truth. But not before he gets what he needs.”
Shock held him immobile. His heart beat faster. She continued speaking, her voice warm. “The possibility of love is worth everything, Mr. Montgomery. Pain, heartbreak, grief. It is the only thing worthwhile to fight for in this life. And though there are never any promises, if one is true and brave enough to give, there will never be regret. If I lost my husband tomorrow, I would be heartbroken, yes, but I’d never regret or change any of my decisions. And I’ve experienced the type of love that transcends death. A love worth sacrifice and someone else’s happiness. My goodness, what are the alternatives? To be safe but alone? That’s not a life; that’s an existence.”
His hand trembled. The realization crashed over him, dragged him through the rocky, watery sand, and threw him into the icy waves.
So stupid. He’d fallen in love for the first time in his life and thrown it away because it didn’t come with a signed contract of success. He set himself up for a life alone when he could have Kate in his bed, her laughter in his ears, and her body under his. He held himself above all others like God and pitied the world for being beneath him.
Yet, he was the one to be pitied. And it might be too late.
“Mrs. White, I have to go. Right now.”
She blinked, pulled her hand away, and nodded. “I understand. Good luck, Mr. Montgomery. Will you file the papers?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ll be in touch.”
He raced out of his office, knowing what he needed to do.
KATE DROVE HOME FROM Mugs, the full moon in the sky ripe and glistening with an orange light that shimmered like magic. Jane and Tim had hooked up at Mugs and barely said a word to anyone else in the place. Their heads close together, silly smiles on their faces, Kate sensed the relationship would proceed rapidly, but this time it would be okay. They were simply meant to be together.
Her heart ached, but she’d gotten used to it, pushing her way through the days and nights on automatic pilot. She pulled up to her house, grabbed her purse, and walked toward the door. Let Robert out, a quick snack, and time to order the new Wilson-Vaughn movie. Probably not as good as Crashers, but if it gave her a chuckle she’d call it a success.
She entered the living room and stopped cold.
Her bag fell from her grip.
“Hi.”
Slade stood before her. Robert sat by his side, not moving to greet her, his body shaking with enthusiasm but refusing to break rank. Kate fought confusion and wondered if she was hallucinating. “W-w-what are you doing here? W-w-where’s your Jag?”
“I parked it up the street. I was afraid you wouldn’t come inside if you saw it.”