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Sweet (Contours of the Heart #3) Page 75
Author: Tammara Webber

I’d noticed Pearl shoving that exact same book under her stack of sheets at the end of the sofa before the night of the storm.

“Your woman reads this stuff?” I asked, picking it up off the counter.

Yvette snatched it out of my hand and rolled her eyes. “Later, loser,” she said, and her sons fell all over each other giggling.

“Trust me, dude. Her reading that stuff is all good for me,” Vega said.

“Hmm,” I said, filing that away for later.

Vega and I kicked back on his porch with a six-pack of Coors and a pack of Camels while the boys played on the two-story fort we’d built in their backyard last summer, and I told him the details of Thomas Frank’s proposition.

“I’ve never heard anything bad about the guy,” he said. “But that garage should have been yours, Wynn. You’d be going from being the boss to being an employee.”

I took a drag, watching the boys take turns going headfirst down the slide. “Can’t do shit about that, man. Yeah, it sucks, but Amos says she’d have gotten half of everything fifteen years ago in a divorce—court-ordered—and maybe he’d have had to sell the garage back then to give it to her. I dunno, man. What’s done is done. I just don’t want to cut off my nose to spite my face, you know?”

“I hear ya.” He paused to take a sip and holler at Arturo for throwing rocks over the back fence into the neighbor’s yard. “What about the trailer—would you have to like…rent it?”

“Good point. No idea.”

One of the boys tore by us, the other one right behind him with a Super Soaker the size of my arm. “Oh shit,” Vega said about one second before his kid turned and sprayed him smack in the face, knocking the can right out of his hand. He jumped up, grabbed the hose and turned it on, then ran after the two of them, who shrieked like they were being chased by that dude from Saw.

Watching them, I remembered when we’d found out Yvette was knocked up. They’d been arguing over the fact that his chief activities after graduation were playing drums in a band that had little ambition and less talent, smoking weed, and playing Gears of War while stoned. Then one day she’d announced she was pregnant, breaking up with him, and moving to San Antonio to live with her older sister because her parents were super religious and freaking out and she couldn’t deal. We sat staring up at her from his parents’ sofa, mouths ajar and controllers forgotten in our hands.

“They’re making me tell you, so consider yourself told,” she’d said, hands fisted at her hips. “But you’re a child, and a child can’t raise a child. I’m done, Mateo.” Her voice shook. “I’m just done.” She walked out the door crying. He mobilized two minutes later and ran out the door after her—they’d lived two houses down from each other all their lives.

He quit the band and got a job the next weekend—manned up like no one I knew had ever done. When they found out she was having twins, I asked him why he hadn’t taken that free pass. He said, “Those babies and fatherhood scared the fuck out of me, but I kept thinking how scared she probably was too because she’s in it, you know? And I just want to be in it with her.”

I asked myself now if anything could happen with Pearl that would scare me—waiting another fifteen years, or her name with doctor in front of it and PhD after it, or a baby, or promising to love and cherish her, or her needing me for any damned thing ever.

Nothing. Nothing scared me like the thought of losing her. Which just meant I had to do everything in my power to see that didn’t happen.

Pearl

I’d barely sat down in class Monday before Shanice, Milla, and Chase clustered around me.

“So. Boyce,” Shanice said.

I’d always sucked at concealing my emotions when confronted with something I hadn’t sorted out, and where Boyce was concerned I was disastrously unsorted. I felt the longing scuttle across my face before I could quash it. Accustomed to seeing him daily, I had been back home a week and had only seen him once—which had taken place in the company of eight colleagues… three of whom were scrutinizing my raised eyebrows (I lowered them), my fidgeting hands (I shoved them under the table), and my shrill, innocent-but-not-really voice (I vowed to remain silent after squeaking, “What about him?”).

They exchanged the shrewd glances. “Told you,” Chase said. If I remembered correctly, he’d picked up a guy at the karaoke bar who followed us to the next place. So had Shanice. My colleagues were making the most of pursuing graduate degrees in a place lots of people came for vacation. “She’s definitely into him. You said his name and I swear her pupils dilated.”

Pupils! Dammit. I pressed my lips together and hastily jerked my game face into position. “He’ll be leaving town soon.”

“But he said he runs that garage for his mom,” Shanice said. “I wasn’t kidding about my POS Pontiac. That thing is not happy about the humidity here. It’s been sputtering every time I start it. Besides, you’re here, and he didn’t look like he wanted to go anywhere.”

“His mother is going to sell the garage. And he’s… going to leave.” As the words fell from my mouth, they became real. They tugged until they pulled that pretense of I’m fine and unscathed and it’s no big deal right off. I couldn’t break my fall, and for the first time, I didn’t want to.

“That sucks,” Chase said. “He looked really into you.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Milla asked, a tiny crease between her brows.

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