much as everyone in this community needed her, at the end of the day Katie was alone. Alone and afraid that if she didnât make herself useful, theyâd toss her aside. It was irrational, she knew, but she couldnât seem to stop herself from believing it. Without the bakery and her volunteering and offers to help wherever it was needed, where would she be? Who would want herâwho would love herâif she didnât have something to give them?
Could Noah possibly understand? And if he did, how could she ever look at him again?
He paced to the edge of the porch and back. âWhen was the last time you saw your parents?â
Her mouth dropped open and she clapped it shut again. âTwo summers ago. They had a layover in Denver. Dad had just finished an Ironman in Europe.â
âThey didnât come to Crimson?â
She shook her head. âHe wanted to get back to his business. His coaching business has exploded in the past few years. He still races but spends more time training other elite athletes.â He continued to watch her, so she added, âMom and Dad havenât been here since my grandmaâs funeral.â
âSo no one in your family has seen the changes youâve made to the bakery? How successful youâve made it.â
âIt was successful when Gram ran it.â
âNot to the level it is now. Do your parents have any idea?â
âThey wanted me to sell the shop and the house after Gram died. Mom never liked me working at the bakery. You know that.â She smoothed a hand across her stomach. âShe didnât think it was good for me to be near all that sugary temptation. She was afraid Iâd get fat again.â
âYou werenât fat.â
She almost smiled, but the memory of so many years of being ashamed about her weight and having every mouthful of food analyzed by her mother drained any wistful humor she felt about the past. âYou donât remember when I first moved to Crimson. By the time you started dating Tori in high school, I was halfway to the goal weight my parents set for me.â
âI remember you just fine.â Noah shrugged. âI just never saw you like that.â
Katie suppressed a sigh. Was it any wonder sheâd fallen in love with him back then? She bit down on her lip, forcing herself to keep the walls so newly erected around her heart in place. âYou never saw me at all.â
* * *
As if he needed that reminder, Noah thought, as Katieâs words hung in the air between them. He should walk away right now. It had been a stupid, impulsive idea to show up at her house when he knew she had a date. He had no business intruding on her life.
âIâm a jackass, Katie-bug,â he said with a laugh then cringed when she didnât correct him. âBut I wasnât lying when I said I wanted you to be happy. I came here because... I guess it doesnât matter why. I want to be a better friend if youâll let me.â He shut his eyes for a moment, clenched his fists then focused on her. âEven if that means vetting your dates for you.â
She arched one eyebrow, a look so out of place and yet so perfect on her he had to fight not to reach for her again.
âMatt Davis is a good guy.â
Her eyes narrowed. âHow do you know my dateâs name?â
âI asked around.â He shrugged. âIâm sorry if I cut your night short. Iâm sorry I keep doing things that make me have to apologize to you.â He flashed a smile. âGood night, Katie.â
He stepped around her onto the porch steps.
âNoah?â
He turned. His name on her tongue was soft. The same tenderness that had annoyed him earlier from his mother now made him want to melt against Katie. To beg her not to give up on him.
âIâll be praying for your mom tomorrow.â She wrapped her arms tight around herself as if she was also trying to hold herself back.
Donalyn Miller, Jeff Anderson