Cell phone to her ear, she told Jeremy, “We’ll be home in about forty-five minutes with Chinese. Yes,” she added with a big smile after Jeremy said something to her, “Will is coming, too.” Will heard the kid’s Yay! all the way over on his side of the car. “And you should go to school and work tomorrow as well, don’t you think?” She laughed at whatever Jeremy said. “Nope, vacation is over. Okay, we’ll see you in a little bit.”
She ended the call with her thumb on the button and smiled. A radiant smile. “He’s doing just fine.”
Four hours. The house hadn’t burned down. The cops hadn’t been summoned. And Harper had only called her brother twice.
The last knot of tension around Will’s heart untied itself as he pulled her close to him on the bench seat of the ’57 Chevy, which he’d chosen precisely so that he could put his arm around her as he steered down his long driveway. He’d have Benny drive her car over later. They’d already called in their takeout order, and he would make sure they got back to Jeremy before their forty-five minutes was up, but he needed to take one quick detour first.
Pulling into the spot outside the fountain’s fence where they’d once parked, he turned off the ignition and drew her onto his lap. Her sudden burst of laughter had him laughing too, even as he said, “Will you marry me?”
Her eyes widened. “Will?” She searched his face, as if she couldn’t believe what he’d just said.
“There’s nothing I want more in the world than for you to be my wife and for Jeremy to be my little brother, too. Wherever we go, I want to do it together. As a family.”
Tears filled her eyes, but even as they began to spill over, she was saying, “YesYesYesYes,” sounding just like her brother did whenever he was really happy and excited.
He didn’t ever want to let her go, but there was food to pick up, homework Jeremy might need help with, and, he was all but certain, dishes waiting in Harper’s sink.
With a grin on his face as they headed back down the road, with Harper’s hand on his leg and the wind flying free and wild over them, Will decided nothing had ever sounded better.
EPILOGUE
The Fourth of July party at Susan and Bob’s in Chicago was a family affair, and everyone always cleared their schedules for it. They were missing only Lyssa, who was taking a two-month trip across Europe before she started her new job in September. Susan loved holidays and family gatherings, and this year was extra special because Jeremy and Harper were there—and Will was clearly a changed man.
Jeremy was currently crawling around the lawn on all fours with Noah clinging to his back. Sebastian Montgomery wasn’t sure whether Jeremy was supposed to be a horse or an elephant, but from the way he’d stuffed a snorkel tube in his mouth and bobbed his head, Sebastian was voting for an elephant.
“Now that’s one happy kid.” Bob was slow-drinking a beer and idly rubbing the top of his bald head.
It was damned hot out in the sun, so Sebastian and Bob were seated in two of the recently acquired patio chairs on the new deck, a fan blowing over them, as they surveyed the lawn and the adults braving the heat and humidity. Matt stayed alongside Jeremy making sure Noah didn’t tumble off. Harper was snapping pictures, with Will standing close behind her murmuring in her ear the shots he thought she should take.
Then again, Sebastian figured Will could be saying something entirely different, if one considered the blush on Harper’s cheeks.
“Yep,” Sebastian agreed, “that’s a whole lot of happy out there.”
“Susan’s got stars in her eyes, planning the wedding and grandchildren.” Bob smiled fondly. He adored Susan, always had, always would. During the years he’d lived with them, Sebastian hadn’t witnessed the usual skirmishes, battles, or wars of most married couples. That just wasn’t Susan and Bob.
Sebastian was truly happy for Will and Harper. He believed in love...but he also knew it didn’t necessarily matter. Not when love could sometimes be the worst thing for you.
Hell, look at Evan. The guy was miserable with his wife—thank God Whitney had opted out of this year’s party—even if he never admitted it. On the other hand, Harper and Will looked pretty damn good together.
The screen door opened and Susan called, “Who’s going to be my cook today?”
Evan and Daniel followed, carrying platters of hamburgers, hot dogs, buns, and fixings.
Bob rose from his chair. “I’ll do it, dear.”
At fifty-five, Susan’s hair was a rich silver. “Did you put on your sun screen, Bob?”
“I did.”
Sebastian chimed in. “I watched him.”
“Good boy. Both of you.”
Her eyes crinkled at the corners with her smile. She had laugh lines, not age lines. Her figure was still trim, and she was a fast walker. She used to help Bob shovel the snow off the driveway until Daniel insisted they accept a new snow blower.
Daniel laid the platter of meat next to the barbecue against the deck railing. “Mom, I seriously wouldn’t let Dad barbecue. He burns the burgers.”
“I do not,” Bob said indignantly.
A chorus of “Yes, you do,” sprang up from the lawn and the deck.
Susan smiled sweetly. “You can cook mine. I love them overdone. Jeremy, honey,” she called. “Would you like a hamburger or a hot dog?”
Jeremy yanked the snorkel out of his mouth. “Both.” Catching Harper’s raised eyebrows, he added a quick, “Please.” Then he went down on his elbows so Noah could dismount his trusty steed, be it a horse or an elephant.
The little kid raced to the first stair, where Matt scooped him up, climbing the steps with him. “Hot dog, hot dog,” Noah chanted.
Susan chucked him under the chin and gave him a kiss on his nose. “A hot dog it is.”
“Can we see fireworks tonight?” Jeremy clambered up the stairs behind Matt and Noah. “I’ve never seen real ones. We only watch them on TV.”
Harper followed him onto the deck. “It’s just all the traffic and everything trying to get back home after the show,” she explained, her cheeks turning red, as if they’d all think she’d neglected something vital in Jeremy’s life.
Susan put her arm around Jeremy’s shoulder. “I feel honored to be able to show you your first fireworks display.” She smiled at Harper. “We’ll take deck chairs and hot chocolate. And it will be the best fireworks we’ve ever seen, all because you’re both here with us.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Harper touched Susan’s arm in gratitude, and Sebastian could see the emotion in her eyes. In Will’s, too.
“Dad, it’s settled. I’m cooking.” Daniel had already fired up the grill, and the two were bantering back and forth about the state of Bob’s barbecuing skills.
Still seated, Sebastian was the only who noticed Will pull Harper close. She sighed as he whispered in her ear. She was obviously still embarrassed about the fireworks, and as Will nuzzled her hair, she leaned in, kissed his throat, then tipped her head back to look at him.
Love simmered between them, in the softness of Will’s gaze, the sweetness of Harper’s lips. They could make it. They would make it.
But that didn’t mean everyone should give love a try. With his luck, Sebastian knew he’d likely end up falling for someone like Whitney—a woman who would strip all his secrets bare, then kick him when he was down.
Love didn’t always make you a better man. Or a better woman. He’d seen how bad two people could be for each other, how they could bring out the worst in each other instead of the best. So no, he wasn’t going there. No matter how good Harper and Will looked together.
“Hamburger, please,” he replied when Susan called to him. He was just about to get out of his chair and offer to carry stuff from the kitchen when his cell vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing down at the screen.
Xander Smith. An art broker he used in San Francisco.
“What’s up, Xander?” Sebastian wandered to the far end of the deck, away from the chatter.
“The dragon in Chinatown?” Xander spoke fast, his voice high with excitement. He obviously smelled a finder’s fee. “I found the artist.”
Will had discovered the metal dragon outside a Chinatown church. It had been formed from an odd assortment of parts that blended into a fierce sculpture of brute strength, with circular saw blades as scales, the tines of a pitchfork for its tail, a barbecue fork as its tongue, its coils spray-painted red, and yellow and orange flaming out of its mouth. The individual components had probably come straight out of a scrapyard, but when welded together, its lines achieved a flowing symmetry and sinuous beauty. It epitomized the metamorphosis of an ugly duckling into a magnificent creature.
“Is the artist local?”
“Yes,” Xander said. “A local. I can set up a meeting.” He wasn’t about to hand over the contact information.
Not that Sebastian would go around him. Xander had an eye, and he appreciated a great deal.
“I’ll be back on Tuesday. Set it up for three and send me the address. What’s his name?”