Any Time, Any Place(103)

 

 

"It's a guy."

She gave a snort. "Duh. It's always a guy. Dalton? I thought it was over."

"I did, too."

"Tell me everything," she repeated.

Raven did. She spilled the whole story about the letter, Dalton's never-ending crusade to win back her heart, and her own struggles to trust again. Izzy did what she did best. She listened.

When Raven fell silent, her spirit lightened. Nothing like unloading on your best friend for a quick therapy appointment.

"I'm so glad you learned about your dad, babe. Do you feel better?"

"God, yes. I feel like I can finally close the door on a question that kept haunting me. But now I don't know if Dalton was meant to be mine for always, or just for a little while. Maybe we met to solve the mystery, but we're not fated for long term?"

Izzy snorted again. "What have I always told you?"

Raven laughed. "Don't leave anything to chance or fate. She's a real bitch."

"Exactly. Why aren't you listening? As I learned in rehab, everything is a choice. You choose to love or walk away. To forgive or keep resenting. To stay or leave. To be happy or miserable. It's time to make a choice, Raven. Now, maybe fate had a way of stepping in to make sure you met, but after that, it's all on you. Do you still love him?"

The truth rose up inside, refusing to be denied. "Yes."

"Can you take the leap again? I gotta give the guy credit; not many men would've stuck this long. He's not a crazy stalker, is he?"

"No! He's beautiful to look at, Izzy. Golden hair and blue eyes, and his arms-all I can say is arm porn."

"Niiiice."

"But he's gentle and kind. He's really funny, and no matter how sarcastic I get, he just grins and teases me back."

"Good, 'cause you can be a real bitch."

"And he respects my job. He doesn't give me lip service, he really helped make the bar better, and he encourages me. Oh, and when I kicked the gunman that held up the bar, he didn't get all ego on me and insist I should've waited for help. He was proud and supportive."

"Dalton sounds like he's a good fit for you. Are you calling me to hear my opinion? To have me tell you what to do? Or to confirm the decision you were going to make anyway?"

The knowledge burst and shimmered around her. Her friend was so damn smart. Izzy knew her well; it was only a matter of time before she'd come to the one conclusion that was possible, since the first day she'd met him and he'd asked for a bottle of Jack.

"I don't want to give up on him. On me. On us." 

"That's what I thought. Gonna make him suffer any longer? 'Cause if you need more time, make him work for it."

She took the phone and opened her door. The night sky exploded with stars, and Raven slowly smiled. "I think it's time I let him off the hook."

"Good for you. When are you coming to visit me in Verily?"

"Soon. I'll bring Dalton. You'll love him. Tell Liam I said hello and that he has the smartest woman on earth in his arms."

"I'll make sure to relay the message. Take care of yourself, babe. Peace out."

"Peace out."

She ended the call. Watched the stars for a while. A faint voice drifted to her ears, whispering through the darkness.

But if it's your road to follow, take it.

She smiled and hugged herself. "Yes, Papa."

It was time to go see Dalton.





chapter thirty




Dalton heard the sound again, and frowned. Sitting up in bed, he strained his ears, listening in the silence.

Ping. Ping.

Something was hitting the windows.

He padded naked over to the balcony doors, which he'd closed to keep in the heat. Squinting, he peered through the glass. Was a bird hitting it? He doubted a robber would use a ladder that high. Escape wouldn't be too easy.

Ping. Ping.

He pushed open the doors and stepped outside.

Everything slowed, stopped, then restarted again with a lurch. Raven stood below the balcony, her hands full of rocks, and motioned for him to come down. In seconds, he flung on a pair of shorts, then raced down the stairs and past the dogs, who gave him a grumpy glare before plopping their giant heads back down in their beds to go to sleep.

He tore down the path and stopped in front of her. Dressed in jeans and a baby-blue T-shirt that emphasized the perfect swell of her breasts, she cocked a hip and studied him as if she were out for a casual evening stroll. Across town.

"Are you okay?" he huffed out, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Yes, I'm fine." Her heated gaze raked over his bare chest and legs. His skin tingled where she lingered, as if she'd run her hands over him. "Whatcha doing?"

His brow lifted. "Umm, sleeping. It's one a.m. What are you doing?"