Chapter 26
GRAHAM
Milo fell asleep on the drive to Lori's house. We didn't wake him up when we arrived. He rested his head on my shoulder when I scooped him up, and he didn't even budge while I carried him to his bed. He was the cutest kid.
There was no reason for me to linger in Lori's living room afterward. We'd agreed that it was too early for me to spend the night here, even though I wanted to. We were meeting tomorrow morning, and I'd scheduled a phone call with Nana in ten minutes, but I didn't want to leave yet.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"That's not true. You've been different since after dinner."
She'd caught on to that? I'd been hoping she wouldn't. I wanted to let the issue slide away, mostly because I wasn't sure exactly why this was bothering me so much.
"Graham?"
"Why didn't you tell me your ex contacted you?"
"I don't know; I didn't think about it."
"You told your entire family, but not me."
"Of course I told my family," Lori said slowly, as if she didn't understand where I was going with this. If I was honest, neither was I. I felt out of my depths, and I wasn't used to this feeling. "I tell them everything. It's second nature to me."
"But telling me isn't."
"Graham, we've known each for—"
"Almost two months." My voice came out harsher than I'd expected. "I didn't know you two were in contact."
"We aren't. He e-mails once a year when he's here on a conference or something, and I turn him down."
"You turn him down? You mean he wants to hook up with you?"
"Keep your voice down," she said through gritted teeth.
I hadn't even realized I'd raised my voice. Fuck, what if I'd woken Milo up? I ran a hand through my hair, processing this and trying to remain calm. But I wasn’t calm, damn it. Was this a red flag? I’d taken a giant leap of faith here. If she didn’t want to share things with me, was I just being a fool?
Then Nana called, at nine o'clock on the dot as we'd agreed. "You should take that."
"We're not done here."
"We can continue this lovely conversation tomorrow. If you think you can keep your voice down."
I'd pissed her off, damn it. And I didn't have my temper under control, which was why I nodded and let myself out of her house. I answered the phone as I climbed in my car. I'd driven here.
"Hi, Nana!"
"What crawled up your ass?"
I chuckled, feeling myself calm down. Nana knew me like the back of her hand. Of course she'd picked up on my tone. I relayed my conversation with Lori to her, because frankly, I could use some perspective.
"Graham, I see her point. You've known each other for a couple of months, but she's been a single mother for seven years.
It makes sense she'd tell her family. I'm guessing she doesn't know how to…
accommodate you in her life. Work together.
Don't insist on why she didn't tell you.
Make her understand why you want to know. "
“What if I’m taking things too fast?”
“You have been impulsive since you were a little boy, but your impulses have mostly led you in the right direction.”
“Except for my marriage.”
“That’s why I said mostly. But what you’ve got going with Lori, it’s good for you. I can hear it in your voice.”
"I fucked up in there. I raised my voice… she got mad." In the darkness and quiet of the car, things began to clear up.
"We all make mistakes from time to time. It's important to learn from them."
"Any other advice?"
"Pay attention to the little things. It's always the little things that make us feel appreciated.
Sharing the workload in the house. A surprise dinner.
A message during the day asking how our day is going.
Men think it takes the world to keep women happy, but the truth is, it's simple.
Bring her and the boy here. I want to meet them. "
I saw my chance then and there. "You'll have to fly to LA for that."
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, young man. I know your tricks."
"Not a trick. Just using my cards right."
"Why are you so stubborn in getting me there?"
"Because when you retire, it would give me great piece of mind if you'd move here. Can I get you to at least consider that?"
"I'll find myself a nice nursing home when I feel like it."
"I wouldn't let you go to a nursing home!"
"I'll have you know they're not such bad places. Sophie and Annabelle showed me some pamphlets. If you've got a nice group there, it feels like you're in a camp."
Sophie and Annabelle were part of her posse, which was comprised of a dozen geriatrics in total.
I wouldn't admit it even under torture, but they were an intimidating bunch.
I knew there was no point insisting on the topic of the nursing home right now.
I'd circle around to it another time; try another angle.
We talked for about ten minutes, and afterward, I sat in the car for five more, contemplating my next move. I wanted to fix things with Lori tonight.
I knocked at her front door. The light in the living room was still on, so I knew she hadn't gone to sleep. When she opened the door, she eyed me warily.
"You want to fight some more? At least tell me exactly why we're fighting."
"I'm sorry for my outburst earlier. Jesus, I don't want to fight. I want to know these things so I can protect you and Milo. I want to be important to you." That was the crux of it, I realized. Her green eyes softened. I seized the chance and moved closer to her.
"You are important," she whispered. "I'm just not used to sharing my life with anyone outside my family."
I kissed the tip of her nose, and moved to kiss one eyelid, then the other, feeling tension seep out of her.
"Want to talk about him? I think if I knew more, I'd understand better."
She nodded, leading us both to her couch.
"I met him when we were in med school. I got pregnant accidentally.
He wasn't thrilled, but for a while, it seemed things would work out.
But when it came down to making plans for the future, he said he couldn't do this, that he wanted to focus on his medical career and broke up with me.
And he did his med school in LA, only moved for residency.
When Milo was about a year old, Jeff called me.
I foolishly thought he wanted to make amends, but he wanted to get laid and thought I'd fall for it. "
"If I ever meet the guy, I'll give him a black eye."
"I'm not going to hold you back. Can I ask you something?"
“Sure.”
“Are you in contact with your ex-wife?”
“No. Last time we spoke was at our divorce hearing. She moved to London after that, and neither of us wanted to stay in touch.”
“Okay.”
"So you wanted to be a doctor. Found out something else about you today."
"I did. But it wasn't doable with a baby. All those long hours at school, then the residency… so I switched gears."
"How did you come up with event planning?"
"Well, I’d always liked it. After our parents passed away, each of us was trying to do their bit in…
you know… keeping the household together.
Landon and Val were taking care of us while also running the pub we’d inherited and taking classes at a local college.
Jace and Hailey were young. Will was watching us when Val and Landon weren't home.
They didn't have time to deal with celebrations, so I started to as a teenager.
Christmas, New Year, Easter, St. Patrick's Day, Fourth of July. Name any celebration, I was your girl."
"I see."
"Fun fact: if you ever plan a surprise party, don't tell Hailey. She can't keep a secret to save her life."
"Duly noted."
"So event planning sounded appealing. It was flexible, required no start-up capital. Now, I can't even imagine doing anything else."
"You're an extraordinary woman."
She shrugged. "I'm just like everyone else. I have my good days and my bad days."
"See? I need to know these things, so I can help you relax."
She laughed, snuggling closer to me. I buried my nose in her hair, breathing in her scent. It felt like home.
"You were doing fine with the grilled cheese sandwiches and the pancakes. Feel free to treat me to them anytime. How about tomorrow morning?"
"Is this your way of asking me to spend the night?"
She pulled back, poking my chest. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?"
"Absolutely. You have no idea the kick I'll get out of it."
"What if I refuse?"
"You know how convincing I can be."
Leaning in closer, I feathered my lips over hers, skimming my hands down to her neck, pressing my thumbs over her sweet spots.
"If you do that, what I say doesn't count."
"Doesn’t it?" I dragged my nose up and down her neck, moving my hands down to her chest. She growled softly when I drew small circles around the tips of her breasts.
"Will you spend the night?"
"I'll gladly accept your invitation."
I held her close and kissed her hard, happy we'd passed this milestone in our relationship. Lori crossed her legs around my middle, and I rose from the couch, carrying her through the house to her bedroom.
"I don't remember saying you'd be staying in my bedroom," she teased. I lowered her onto my body until her center touched my erection. She gave a little gasp, pushing her hips forward.
"I'm taking my chances."
"That wasn't an invitation." She tried to glare at me.
I kissed the tip of her nose. "Could have fooled me."
When we reached her bedroom, I closed the door behind us.
"Lock it," she whispered. "Just in case."
"And here I thought you were serious about banishing me to the couch." Chuckling, I locked the door, then focused on Lori, kissing one corner of her mouth, then the other before tracing her lower lip with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered as I lowered her feet to the floor.
"You have the sweetest lips, Lori. You know where I want them tonight?"
"All over you?" Her tone was seductive and playful in equal measure.
"That's right, baby. But first, I'll drive you crazy. Turn around."
"Why?"
"You'll see. Turn around."