I just hoped we could.
“Hey,” I greeted, walking to him as he shut the door.
He turned to me, his eyes catching mine for a brief moment before they scanned the house and then came back to mine.
“Hey,” he replied.
“You okay?” I asked. “Being here, I mean. And—”
Greg interrupted me. “Zara, this is your sister’s memorial and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”
“I, well… yeah.”
“Okay, then… no. I’m not okay since I’ve been worried about you since I heard your sister died.”
“Greg,” I said softly. “I understand that, appreciate it. That’s really sweet and I mean it when I say I’m glad you came. But I know this has to be weird. You and me. Me and Ham.” I swung my arm out behind me. “This house. I just want to be sure you’re okay with all this.”
He shook his head and his face went gentle as his hands came to my shoulders and then slid up to curl around the sides of my neck.
He leaned his face down to mine. “Zara, honey, after your, uh… Reece phoned me, it forced me to think. Weigh my options. What’s done is done and I know there’s no way I could win you back. I screwed that up. After he called, I came to terms with that. So I had to choose whether I wanted to have you in my life how I could have you or if I wanted to be a jerk and not have you at all.” He grinned and admitted, “I’m not much good at being a jerk.”
His words made me relax and I grinned back. “You never were.”
“It’s going to be weird. It’ll probably be hard, but we’ll get there.”
I closed my eyes as relief swept through me and when I opened them, I whispered, “Thank you.”
“Just that, um… until I sort things out, get used to, uh… him, or your being with him, if we have a cup of coffee or something, maybe for a while it can be just you and me. Will he be okay with that?”
I wasn’t sure he would. Ham was pretty possessive.
Then again, Ham knew I loved him, he loved me, he knew I didn’t feel that way about Greg, so I suspected he’d also trust me.
“I’ll talk to him,” I promised.
“Okay,” Greg replied, then his eyes went over my head. He dropped his hands and muttered, “I’m going to go say hi to Latrell.”
“You want a drink first?” I asked and Greg looked back at me.
“If you’re cool with it, I know my way.”
“I’m cool with it, darlin’.”
He grinned, lifted his hand to curl his fingers around the side of my neck again to give me a quick squeeze, then he wandered toward the kitchen.
I wandered to the end of the entryway and was immediately set upon by Maybelle and Wanda.
My eyes went from one to the other to see both of them examining my face but it was Maybelle who spoke.
“You all right?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Girl, seriously,” Wanda began. “You’re a drama magnet.”
I looked to her and assured, “It’s all good.”
“Mm-hmm,” Maybelle mumbled. “It’s all good right about now, when your man is off on his bike with your nephew. He walks into this house and your ex is here, I do not see good things.”
“Ham knows I invited Greg,” I told her.
She nodded but went on. “Then you best be thankin’ your lucky stars he wasn’t here when your ex put his hands on you. I could see it was all platonic-like but I think your man doesn’t have that filter when it comes to you and any man puttin’ his hands to you.”
This was true and I thanked my lucky stars Ham wasn’t there for that either, not to mention thanking them for the fact that Greg was not the type of man who would push that kind of thing if Ham was there, or at all.
“We had a moment. The moment’s over. It won’t happen again,” I told Maybelle.
“Well, you bein’ a millionaire, a new auntie, back in your house with a hot guy who’s actually a good guy who’d move mountains for you and, with that body of his, I’m thinkin’ he actually could, I’m also thinkin’ your lucky stars finally started to shine their light, thank the heavenly Father above,” Maybelle remarked and I turned fully to her.
“Is this your official stamp of approval on Ham?” I asked.
She leaned back and her brows went up.
“Girl, he had us all rushin’ around like an army of ants settin’ you up in your new-old house so you could come home from work and take a load off. That is, you could take a load off after he planted a huge-ass diamond on your finger,” she returned, gesturing to my hand. “How could I not give that my official stamp of approval?”
I knew it.
And I loved it.
So I smiled huge and crowed, “Told you.”
“Whatever,” she replied, looking away.
Not done, I turned to Wanda. “You’re my witness. I told her.”
“You so did,” Wanda replied, grinning big.
“I need another drink,” Maybelle noted as the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get that, hon. You find yourself a fresh bottle and suck back more beer,” Wanda offered and moved away.
Maybelle looked back at me and her eyes were lit with joy when she did.
“Happy, baby?” she asked softly.
“I’m at my sister’s memorial, celebrating her life, and my man is taking her son for a ride on his Harley, a ride Zander couldn’t wait to get. I’m back in the house I love that my man bought for me. And his ring is on my finger. So yeah. I’m happy,” I answered. “I’ve never been happier in my life. I thought yesterday, I’d never been happier. And the day before. And the day before that. But I’m wrong every day. It keeps gettin’ better.”
Her eyes went soft and bright when she whispered, “Then that means I couldn’t be happier for you.”
“Zara!”
My name said in that voice sent all my happy flying out the window.
“Oh no you do not!” I heard shouted from the other direction and I knew that was Kami Maxwell.
But I ignored Kami and, stiltedly, I turned and saw my mother, her face a mask of alarm, staring at me.
What the hell was she doing there?
Greg was invited. Sixty other people were invited.
My mother was absolutely not.
“What are you—” I started, feeling Maybelle edge close as Wanda did the same on my other side.