Chapter Thirteen
Thirteen
Madison looked around the beautifully appointed room. The grand party facility at the ranch was decorated in evergreen boughs and white Christmas lights, the trays of glittering champagne moving by somehow adding to the motif. Sparkling. Pristine.
Maddy herself was dressed in a gown that could be described in much the same manner. A pale yellow that caught the lights and glimmered like sun on new-fallen snow.
However, it was a prime example of how appearances can be deceiving. She felt horrible. Much more like snow that had been mixed up with gravel. Gritty. Gray.
Hopefully no one was any the wiser. She was good at putting on a brave face. Good at pretending everything was fine. Something she had perfected over the years. Not just at these kinds of public events but at family events too.
Self-protection was her favorite accessory. It went with everything.
She looked outside, at the terrace, which was lit by a thatch of Christmas lights, heated by a few freestanding heaters.
However, no one was out there. She took a deep breath, seeing her opportunity for escape.
And she took it. She just needed a few minutes.
A few minutes to feel a little bit less like her face would crack beneath the weight of her fake smile.
A few minutes to take a deep breath and not worry so much that it would turn into a sob.
She grabbed hold of a glass of champagne, then moved quickly to the door, slipping out into the chilly night air.
She went over near one of the heaters, wrapping her arms around herself and simply standing for a moment, looking out into the inky blackness, looking at nothing.
It felt good. It was a relief to her burning eyes. A relief to her scorched soul.
All of this feelings business was rough. She wasn’t entirely certain she could recommend it.
“What’s going on, Maddy?”
She turned around, trying to force a smile when she saw her brother Gage standing there.
“I just needed a little bit of quiet,” she said, lifting her glass of champagne.
“Sure.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m not used to this kind of thing. I spent a lot of time on the road. In crappy hotels. Not a lot of time at these sorts of get-togethers.”
“Regretting the whole return-of-the-prodigal-son thing? Because it’s too late to unkill that fatted calf, young man. You’re stuck.”
He laughed. “No. I’m glad that I’m back. Because of you. Because of Colton, Sierra. Even Jack.”
“Rebecca?”
“Of course.” He took a deep breath, closing the distance between them. “So what’s going on with you?”
“Nothing,” she said, smiling.
“I have a feeling that everybody else usually buys that. Which is why you do it. But I don’t. Is it Jack? Is it having him here?”
She thought about that. Seriously thought about it.
“No,” she said, truthful. “I’m glad. I’m so glad that we’re starting to fix some of this.
I spent a long time holding on to my anger.
My anger at Dad. At the past. All of my pain.
And Jack got caught up in that. Because of the circumstances.
We are all very different people. And getting to this point.
..I feel like we took five different paths.
But here we are. And it isn’t for Dad. It’s for us.
I think that’s good. I spent a lot of time doing things in response to him.
In response to the pain that he caused me.
I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to act from a place of pain and fear anymore. ”
“That’s quite a different stance. I mean, since last we talked at The Grind.”
She tried to smile again, wandering over to one of the wooden pillars. “I guess some things happened.” She pressed her palm against the cold surface, then her forehead. She took a deep breath. In and out, slowly, evenly.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head. “Not really. But I will be.”
“I know I missed your first big heartbreak. And I feel like I would have done that bastard some bodily harm. I have quite a bit of internalized rage built up. If you need me to hurt anyone...I will. Gladly.”
She laughed. “I appreciate that. Really, I do. It’s just that...it’s a good thing this is happening. It’s making me realize a lot of things. It’s making me change a lot of things. I just wish it didn’t hurt.”
“You know...when Rebecca told me that she loved me, it scared the hell out of me. And I said some things that I shouldn’t have said.
That no one should ever say to anyone. I regretted it.
But I was running scared, and I wanted to make sure she didn’t come after me.
I’m so glad that she forgave me when I realized what an idiot I was. ”
She lifted her head, turning to face him. “That sounds a lot like brotherly advice.”
“It is. And maybe it’s not relevant to your situation. I don’t know. But what I do know is that we both have a tendency to hold on to pain. On to anger. If you get a chance to fix this, I hope you forgive the bastard. As long as he’s worthy.”
“How will I know he’s worthy?” she asked, a bit of humor lacing her voice.
“Well, I’ll have to vet him. At some point.”
“Assuming he ever speaks to me again, I would be happy to arrange that.”
Gage nodded. “If he’s half as miserable as you are, trust me, he’ll be coming after you pretty quick.”
“And you think I should forgive him?”
“I think that men are a bunch of hardheaded dumb-asses. And some of us need more chances than others. And I thank God every day I got mine. With this family. With Rebecca. So it would be mean-spirited of me not to advocate for the same for another of my species.”
“I’ll keep that under advisement.”
Gage turned to go. “Do that. But if he keeps being a dumbass, let me know. Because I’ll get together a posse or something.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Hopefully the posse won’t be necessary.”
He shrugged, then walked back into the party. She felt fortified then. Because she knew she had people on her side. No matter what. She wasn’t alone. And that felt good. Even when most everything felt bad.
She let out a long, slow breath and rested her forearms on the railing, leaning forward, staring out across the darkened field. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that she could see straight out to the ocean in spite of the fact that it was dark.
She was starting to get cold, even with the artificial heat. But it was entirely possible the chill was coming from inside her. Side effects of heartbreak and all of that.
“Merry Christmas Eve.”
She straightened, blinking, looking out into the darkness. Afraid to turn around. That voice was familiar. And it didn’t belong to anyone in her family.
She turned slowly, her heart stalling when she saw Sam standing there. He was wearing a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a black jacket and a pair of black slacks. His hair was disheveled, and she was pretty sure she could see a bit of soot on his chest where the open shirt exposed his skin.
“What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you.” He took a step closer to her. “Bad enough that I put this on.”
“Where did you get it?”
“The secondhand store on Main.”
“Wow.” No matter what he had to say, the fact that Sam McCormack had shown up in a suit said a whole lot without him ever opening his mouth.
“It doesn’t really fit. And I couldn’t figure out how to tie the tie.” And of course, he hadn’t asked anyone for help. Sam never would. It just wasn’t him.
“Well, then going without was definitely the right method.”
“I have my moments of brilliance.” He shook his head. “But the other day wasn’t one of them.”
Her heart felt as if it were in a free fall, her stomach clenching tight. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I agree. I mean, unreservedly. But I am open to hearing about your version of why you didn’t think you were brilliant. Just in case we have differing opinions on the event.”
He cursed. “I’m not good at this.” He took two steps toward her, then reached out, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“I hate this, in fact. I’m not good at talking about feelings.
And I’ve spent a lot of years trying to bury them down deep.
I would like to do it now. But I know there’s no good ending to that. I know that I owe you more.”
“Go on,” she said, keeping her eyes on his, her voice trembling, betraying the depth of emotion she felt.
She had never seen Sam quite like this, on edge, like he might shatter completely at any moment. “I told you I thought I didn’t deserve these feelings. And I believed it.”
“I know you did,” she said, the words broken. “I know that you never lied on purpose, Sam. I know.”
“I don’t deserve that. That certainty. I didn’t do anything to earn it.”
She shook her head. “Stop. We’re not going to talk like that. About what we deserve. I don’t know what I deserve. But I know what I want. I want you. And I don’t care if I’m jumping the gun. I don’t care if I didn’t make you grovel enough. It’s true. I do.”
“Maddy...”
“This all comes because we tried to protect ourselves for too long. Because we buried everything down deep. I don’t have any defenses anymore. I can’t do it anymore. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Which you can see, because I’m basically throwing myself at you again.”