He shook his head. "No, you weren't. You weren't a fling. I really care about you-"
She stared hard at him. "But not enough to even try to make this work."
He looked at her, pain evident in his eyes. "Don't be like this. . . ."
"How should I be? Understanding? Do you want me to simply say, 'Oh, okay, Garrett, we'll just end it here because it's difficult and we won't be able to see each other very much. I understand. It was nice meeting you.' Is that what you want me to say?"
"No, that's not what I want you to say."
"Then what do you want? I've already said I'm willing to try . . . I've already said that I'd like to try-"
He shook his head, unable to meet her eyes. Theresa could feel tears beginning to form.
"Look, Garrett, I know you lost a wife. I know you suffered terribly for it. But you're acting like a martyr now. You've got your whole life ahead of you. Don't throw it all away by living in the past."
"I'm not living in the past," he said defensively.
Theresa fought back her tears with effort. Her voice softened.
"Garrett . . . I may not have lost a wife, but I did lose someone I really cared about, too. I know all about pain and hurt. But to be quite frank, I'm tired of being alone all the time. It's been over three years for me-just like you-and I'm tired of it. I'm ready to go on now and find someone special to be with. And you should, too."
"I know that. Don't you think I know that?"
"Right now, I'm not so sure. Something wonderful has happened between us, and I don't want us to lose sight of that."
He paused for a long moment.
"You're right," he began, struggling with his words. "In my mind, I know you're right. But my heart . . . I just don't know."
"But what about my heart? Doesn't that matter to you at all?"
The way she looked at him made his throat tighten.
"Of course it does. It matters more than you think." When he reached out to take her hand, she flinched and he saw how much he had hurt her. He spoke gently, trying to control his own emotions.
"Theresa, I'm sorry for putting you-putting us-through this on our last night. I didn't mean for it to happen. Believe me, you weren't a fling for me. God-you were anything but that. I told you I really care about you, and I mean that."
He opened his arms, his eyes pleading with her to come to his side. She hesitated for a second, then finally leaned into him, myriad conflicting feelings rushing through her. She lowered her face onto his chest, not wanting to see his expression. He kissed her hair, speaking softly as his lips fluttered over her.
"I do care. I care so much that it scares me. I haven't felt like this in so long, it's almost like I've forgotten how important another person could be to me. I don't think I could just let you go and forget you, and I don't want to. And I definitely don't want us to end right now." For a moment there was only the soft, even sound of his breathing. Finally he whispered, "I promise to do everything I can to see you. And we'll try to make it work."
The tenderness in his voice made her tears begin to fall. He went on, almost too quietly for her to hear. "Theresa, I think I'm in love with you."
I think I'm in love with you, she heard again. I think . . .
I think . . .
Not wanting to respond, she simply whispered: "Just hold me, okay? Let's not talk anymore."
* * *
They made love first thing in the morning and held each other until the sun had risen high enough to let them know it was time for Theresa to get ready. Even though she hadn't spent much time at all at the hotel and had brought her suitcase over to Garrett's house, she hadn't checked out, just in case Kevin or Deanna called.
They showered together, and after dressing, Garrett made Theresa breakfast while she finished packing her things. Zipping her suitcase, Theresa heard the sound of sizzling in the kitchen as the smell of bacon wafted through the house. After drying her hair and putting on some makeup, she walked into the kitchen.
Garrett was sitting at the table, drinking coffee. He winked at her when she entered. On the counter he'd left a cup by the Coffeemaker, and she poured herself some. Breakfast was already on the table-scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Theresa sat in the chair closest to him.
"I didn't know what you wanted for breakfast," he said, motioning toward the table.
"I'm not hungry, Garrett, if that's all right with you."
He smiled. "That's fine. I'm not that hungry, either."
She got up from her chair and went to him, sitting in his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. He held her tightly in return, running his hands through her hair.
Finally she pulled back. Their time in the sun this week had left her tanned. In her jeans shorts and clean white shirt, she looked like a carefree teenager. For a moment she stared down at the small flower designs stitched into her sandals. Her suitcase and purse stood waiting next to the bedroom door.
"My plane leaves soon, and I've still got to check out of the hotel and return the rental car," she said.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
She nodded, her lips pursed. "No, I'll be rushing just to catch my flight as it is, and besides, you'd have to follow me in your truck. We can say good-bye just as easily here."
"I'm going to call you tonight."
She smiled. "I was hoping you would."
Her eyes began to well with tears, and he pulled her close.
"I'm going to miss having you here," he said as she started to cry in earnest. He brushed away the tears with his fingers, his touch light against her skin.
"And I'll miss having you cook for me," she whispered, feeling foolish.
He laughed, breaking the tension. "Don't be so sad. We're going to see each other again in a couple of weeks, aren't we?"
"Unless you're having second thoughts."
He smiled. "I'll be counting the days. And this time you're going to bring Kevin, right?"
She nodded.
"Good, I'd like to meet him. If he's anything at all like you, I'm sure we'll get along great."
"I'm sure you will, too."
"And until then, I'll be thinking about you all the time."
"You will?"
"Absolutely. I'm already thinking about you."
"That's because I'm on your lap."
He laughed again, and she gave him a watery smile. Then she stood and wiped the wetness from her cheeks. Garrett moved to her suitcase and picked it up, and they both left the house. Outside, the sun was already climbing in the sky, and it was warming up quickly. Theresa retrieved the sunglasses she kept in the side pocket of her purse, holding them in her hand as they walked to her rental car.
She unlocked the trunk, and he placed her things inside. Then, taking her in his arms, he kissed her once gently and released her. After opening her car door, he helped her inside and she put the key in the ignition.
With the door open, they stared at each other until she started the car.
"I've got to go, if I'm going to catch my plane."
"I know."
He stepped back from the door and closed it. She rolled down the window and put her hand out. Garrett took it in his for just a moment. Then she shifted the car into reverse.
"You'll call tonight?"
"I promise."
She pulled her hand in, smiling at him, and slowly started forward. Garrett watched her as she waved one last time before driving off, wondering how on earth he'd get through the next two weeks.
* * *
Despite the traffic, Theresa made it to the hotel quickly and checked out. There were three messages from Deanna, each seemingly more desperate than the last. "What's going on down there? How did your date go?" read the first one; "Why didn't you call? I'm waiting to hear all about it," read the second; and the third said simply, "You're killing me! Call me with the details-please!" There was also one message from Kevin-she'd called him a couple of times from Garrett's house-and it seemed to be at least a couple of days old. She returned the rental car and reached the airport with less than a half hour to spare. Luckily the line to check her bags was short, and she made it to the gate just as they were boarding. After handing her ticket to the stewardess, she boarded the plane and took her seat. The flight to Charlotte was only partly full, and the seat next to her was vacant.
Theresa closed her eyes, thinking back on the amazing events of the past week. Not only had she found Garrett, but she had come to know him better than she would ever have imagined possible. He had stirred deep feelings in her, feelings she had long thought were buried.
But did she love him?
She approached the question gingerly, wary of what an admission like that would mean.
Idly she ran through their conversation of last night. His fears of letting go of the past, his feelings about not seeing her as much as he wanted to. These things she understood completely. But . . .
I think I'm in love with you.
She frowned. Why did he add the word "think"? Either he was in love or he wasn't . . . wasn't he? Had he said it to appease her? Or had he said it for another reason?
I think I'm in love with you.
In her mind, she heard him say it over and over again, his voice edged with . . what? Ambivalence? Thinking about it now, she almost wished he'd said nothing at all. At least then she wouldn't be trying to figure out exactly what he'd meant.
But what about her? Did she love Garrett?
She shut her eyes tiredly, suddenly unwilling to confront her warring emotions. One thing was for sure, though-she wasn't ever going to tell him that she loved him until she was certain he could put Catherine behind him. That night, in Garrett's dreams, a violent storm was well under way. Rain pelted hard against the side of the house, and Garrett ran frantically from one room to the next. It was the house he lived in now, and though he knew exactly where he was going, the blinding rain coming in the open windows made it difficult to see. Knowing he had to close them, he rushed to the bedroom and found himself entangled in the curtains as they blew inward. Fighting them off, he reached the window just as the lights went off.
The room went black. Above the storm, he could hear the sound of a distant siren, warning of a hurricane. Lightning illuminated the sky as he struggled with the window. It wouldn't budge. Rain continued to pour inward, wetting his hands and making it impossible to get the grip he needed.
Above him, the roof began to creak with the fury of the storm.
He continued to struggle with the window, but it was jammed and wouldn't move. Finally giving up, he tried the window beside it. Like the first window, it was stuck as well.
He could hear the shingles being torn from the roof, followed by the crash of shattering glass.
He turned and ran to the living room. The window there had exploded inward, spewing glass over the floor. Rain blew sideways into the room, and the wind was horrific. The front door was shaking in the frame.
Outside the window, he heard Theresa begin to call for him.
"Garrett, you've got to get out now!"
At that moment, the bedroom windows crashed inward as well. The wind, gusting through the house, began to tear an opening in the ceiling. The house wouldn't be able to stand much longer.
Catherine.
He had to get her picture and the other items he kept in the end table.
"Garrett! You're running out of time!"Theresa shouted again.
Despite the rain and blackness, he could see her outside, motioning for him to follow her.
The picture. The ring. The Valentine's Day cards.
"C'mon!" she continued to shout. Her arms were waving frantically.
With a roar, the roof separated from the frame of the house and the wind began to tear it away. On instinct, he raised his arms above his head just as part of the ceiling crashed down on him.
In moments everything would be lost.
Not caring about the danger, he started toward the bedroom. He couldn't leave without them.
"You can still make it!"
Something in the sound of Theresa's cry made him stop. He glanced toward Theresa, then toward the bedroom, frozen. More of the ceiling fell in around him. With a sharp, splintering crack, the roof continued to give way.
He took a step toward the bedroom, and with that, he saw Theresa stop waving her arms. To him it seemed as if she'd suddenly given up.
The wind gusted through the room, an unearthly howl that seemed to blow through him. Furniture toppled over throughout the room, blocking his path.
"Garrett! Please!" Theresa shouted.
Again the sound of her voice made him stop, and with that he realized that if he tried to save the things from his past, he might not make it out at all.
But was it worth it?
The answer was obvious.
He gave up his attempt and rushed toward the opening where the window had been. With his fist, he pounded out the shards and stepped out onto the back deck just as the roof was completely torn away. The walls began to buckle then, and as he jumped onto the deck, they crumbled into a pile with a thunderous boom.
He looked for Theresa to make sure she was okay, but strangely, he couldn't see her anymore.
CHAPTER 10
Early the next morning, Theresa was sleeping soundly when the sound of a ringing phone jarred her awake. Fumbling for the phone, she recognized Garrett's voice instantly.
"Did you make it Home okay?"
"Yeah, I did," she replied groggily. "What time is it?"
"A little after six. Did I wake you?"
"Yes. I stayed up late last night waiting for your call. I started to wonder if you'd forgotten your promise."
"I didn't forget. I just figured you needed a little time to settle in."
"But you were confident I'd be up at the crack of dawn, right?"
Garrett laughed. "Sorry about that. How was the flight? How are you?"
