havenât seen these in years,â I said.
She walked over and took the frame, smiling ruefully. âYou both look so happy.â
âWe were.â
âIâd love nothing more than to see you smiling like that again,â Elodie said, looking at me like my mother never did, with warmth and kindness.
âIâm happy,â I said, feeling defensive about the life Iâd built with Will. âI donât know why people keep thinking Iâm not.â
âIâm sorry. I never meant to insinuate that youâre not. Itâs just . . .â She looked down again at the pictures in her hand. âThis is a different kind of smile youâre wearing here.â
âThatâs also a different kind of girl,â I said, placing my hand over the frame. âAnd that smile is because she was crazy about your son.â
âWell, what about the young man last night? The tall one with the nice smile?â
âWhat about him? He was nice, but I wonât be seeing him again.â
âHe just seemed very smitten with you. He didnât take his eyes off you the entire ceremony.â
I felt heat rise up my cheeks. âYeah, but we live too far from each other. It would never worââ I stopped, overcome with a sense of déjà vu. I had used the same excuse before, had wasted years pushing away the first guy Iâd ever cared for out of some misguided idea that love would destroy my life. Would I have done things differently if Iâd known our time would be cut short?
âI like him,â I admitted softly. âBut heâs leaving today. He asked me to come to Las Vegas with him for a few days . . .â
âSo whatâs the problem?â
âWill,â I said, then quickly added, âNot that heâs a problem. Only that Neal doesnât know that I have a son. And I canât just go gallivanting off like I have no responsibilities, like Iâm single again.â
âDo you want to go with him?â Elodie asked.
âNo.â I sighed in resignation. âMaybe. But I shouldnât.â
âYou can leave Will with us,â she said, touching my shoulder.
I glanced up at her in surprise. âI couldnât ask you to do that. Besides, Iâve never even spent a full night away from him before.â
âWhich is all the more reason to go. Youâre long overdue for a vacation.â
âBut Willââ
âHeâll be okay. Heâs a big kid now. He can handle it,â she said gently.
A frisson of excitement wound up my spine but I refused to address it. Iâd had my hopes up before and knew firsthand that what comes up will come crashing back down. That was life. Lesson learned.
âHis flight leaves at four thirty,â I said, looking pointedly at my watch. âAnd itâs already three. Iâd never make it anyway.â
âHoney, weâre only ten minutes away from the airport.â
My eyes flew back and forth between my watch and Elodie, still unable to make a decision.
âWhat are you waiting for?â she asked, clapping her hands together. âGet packing.â
6
Packing went fast, as weâd been living out of bags for the past two days. I moved decisively, leaving no room for doubt, afraid that if even a little bit crept in, Iâd completely lose my nerve.
I froze when the door opened and my son came in. âGrandma said you had to go somewhere?â he said.
I crouched down and hugged him. âYes, to Las Vegas,â I said, feeling my excitement slipping away. âBut I donât have to go. Not if you donât want me to.â
He scratched his head. âI thought you said you always wanted to go there.â
âI do.â
âSo you should go,â he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You want to do something? Then do it. Sometimes I wished adults could still live by kid