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âIf I wanted you to walk away and never come back, youâd do that?â Mari asked Blake, ignoring the tightening of her stomach.
She couldnât believe it. If what he was saying was true, he wanted her with him all along and yet he was willing to walk away? Both of their eyes were fixed on the water rather than each other. She could see Blakeâs shoulders tense at the question and he inhaled before he forced the air back out through his lips.
âIf thatâs what you want, Iâll respect it.â
She clenched a handful of sand before she let the grains slip through her fingers. âBut itâs not what you want?â
Blake cursed under his breath. âNo, Marielle. Itâs not what I want, but this is your choice. You were too young to make it then. Iâll let you make it now.â
Mari drew her knees up into her chest and wrapped her arms around them. âI donât know you and up until a few days ago, I didnât think I would ever even have the opportunity to get to know you. Can we give it a little bit of time before I make that kind of decision?â
âWe can do that.â
Neither spoke again. Only the sound of rushing waves and seagulls overhead broke the silence. Mari rested her chin on her knees. She hesitated, turning his words over in her head. It was her choice. She couldnât even begin to make one without learning more about the man beside her.
âShe didnât talk about you much. Of course I was little when she died, but when I asked questions she would always say that you were a good man. That you loved me.â
His eyes went unfocused and there was a tinge of sadness to his smile. âI didnât deserve her, but the time I had with her were the best times of my life. You couldnât be with her and not enjoy life. She made things fun. There were times I thought I would die laughing from her jokes and antics. She brought happiness into a room just by walking into it. Not having you two with me was hard.â
Tears welled up in Mariâs eyes. This was what sheâd missed not having him. âYou must have a million stories about her.â
He seemed to come back to himself as he shifted in the sand to cross his ankles. His smile didnât fade. âA million, maybe more.â He looked to her. âAnd Iâm sure you have just as many.â
She nodded. Over the years sheâd fought hard to hold onto every memory of her mother she could. She had a journal filled with them.
âWas she ever Miranda Mason?â
The question earned her a genuine smile. âShe was my wife when she died but only four, now five, people know that. I protected her just as I protected you.â
âI bet she was gorgeous.â
âThe most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen in my life. I kept pictures. Iâll make sure they get to you.â
âIâd like that. Iâd like that a lot.â
âIs her grave close?â
The soft-spoken question was the last she expected. She chewed the corner of her bottom lip, nodding. âItâs not too far.â
âWill you take me?â
âYeah,â she whispered.
He got back to his feet and extended his hand. She wiped her hands on her jeans, brushing off the sand before she tentatively placed her hand in his. He pulled her to her feet. With a squeeze so quick she couldnât be sure she didnât imagine it, he let her hand go and gestured before him.
âLead the way.â
They climbed up the slope of the shore back toward the road. Mari waved to Janey who was jogging after her daughter running full out for the water. She didnât miss the curious look Janey shot Blakeâs way either. It wouldnât be long before people were speculating on his identity.
âThatâs Janey,â she murmured. âShe owns one of the cafĂŠs in town. Donât stop or we wonât leave the beach.â
âShe talks a lot?â
âShe owns a cafĂŠ everybody loves because sheâs friendly and she cares. So yeah, sheâs chatty.â
He laughed, but listened to her advice and kept going until they left the sand to cross the road.
âMiranda loved this place, the people. She was happy to get the chance to raise you here.â
âI know. She taught me all about what makes this place so special. I left for school, but this is home. It always will be.â
âSometimes youâre like her clone when you talk.â
She smiled, but focused on the trail ahead of her. There were very few times in the last several years Mari had walked the path to the hill with someone else. Raoul went with her several times as a child and Julia and Leilani accompanied her a time or two but as she grew older, she made the trip alone. She couldnât pinpoint why, but walking up the familiar path with Blake a step behind her sent nerves dancing in her stomach.
She hesitated when they topped the hill and searched for the right thing to say. Blake didnât need words. He was already crossing the grass between them and the grave. He didnât speak, just stared at the headstone.
âI can give you a few minutes,â she offered quietly.
âNo. Stay.â
That was it. He said nothing else. Mari locked her fingers together and twisted them as she watched him. Several minutes passed and he did nothing but rest his hand on the headstone.
âShe liked the view,â Mari finally said. âWe used to come up here a lot. Sometimes sheâd let me help pack lunch and weâd eat. Other times we just came up here and played. No matter what though, sheâd always just sit here for a while and look out at the water. She always said it was like being on top of the world. I didnât realize when she died how out of the norm it was for her to be buried here, but no one argued so I got what I wanted. What I thought she wouldâve wanted.â
âYou were close.â
âShe was my best friend besides Jules and Leilani. We did everything together.â
âKnowing you had that helps. Knowing she had that. She was so excited when she got pregnant and when you were born you were everything to her. Itâs good she never lost that.â
Mari found herself giving voice to something she hadnât in years. âI miss her,â she whispered. âRaoul was great and Allie when she came. They werenât her though. Itâs just this hole nobody can fill I learned to act like didnât exist.â
He took a step toward her before he caught himself. He cleared his throat. âDo you talk about her?â
She shook her head. âAt first, but it seemed like it only made Raoul sad so it got to the pointwhere I only talked about her with Jules and Leilani occasionally.â
His jaw ticked.
âIt wasnât his fault,â Mari said quickly. âHe never asked me to stop. I just didnât want to make him sad. I came out here and talked to her instead. He gave me everything they could salvage and just about everything he had of her at his place became mine. Coming out here is what kept her close for me though. Maybe because we had so many memories here.â
His expression cleared as he rested a hand on the headstone again. âI canât go back and fix that for you but if you ever want to talk about her, Iâm listening.â
She nodded and looked back over the hill.
âHow long are you staying?â
âTwo or three days at the most. At least this first time.â
Mari squeezed the nape of her neck. If today was any indication, two or three days spent with Blake were bound to be filled with awkward moments, but they had to start somewhere. It was more time than sheâd expected anyway. She wanted to get to know him and not just because she had questions.
âOkay. I think thatâs good. Itâs somewhere to start.â
âI want to come out here again while Iâm here.â
âOkay.â
âWant to head back so we can show Raoul I didnât run away with you?â
That earned him a small smile. âThat might be a good idea.â
When they wound back down the path and up to the house together the front door was open and Gage stood on the porch. His arms were folded across his chest as he stared Tyler down. Mari inhaled deeply.
âThatâs the Tyler boy Iâve been hearing about?â Blake asked.
âYeah, thatâd be him.â
Sheâd expected to have the entire day with Blake first. Still Tyler had been true to his word. Heâd given her the first meeting alone. Now it was time to introduce Blake to her boyfriend.
Tagged: Boyfriend, Daughter, family, father, Gossip, grief, Meeting Dad, Mother, New Beginning, past, Second Chances


