What she’d feared would be a source of anxiety now barely made a blip on her nerves’ radar.
“Should we come in with you?” Trey asked.
“Please,” she said.
She unlocked the old scratched front door that held so many memories. She hadn’t been away long, but the house smelled foreign—part staleness and part sawdust. She went to sit on the steps to the second floor. The snugness of her blue velvet dress meant she had to do this carefully.#p#分页标题#e#
“I thought you needed to get something,” Zane said in confusion.
She patted the steps next to and below her. “I want to tell you a story. And to show you where it happened.”
Trey lowered his narrow butt next to hers. Zane chose to lean against the opening to the living room. He’d pulled his bowtie open at some point. Looking tired but insanely hot in his formal wear, he peeked in at the old couches—curious to see how she lived, she supposed. She was no decorator, and there wasn’t much to see. Most of their furniture came from bargain stores.
She clasped her hands on her knees, refusing to give them a chance to tremble. “You see that door?” she said. “Where we just came in? That’s where my father stood before he left.”
Trey laid one hand around her forearm.
“It’s funny how vividly I remember it when it was so long ago. His overnight bag was at his feet, right there on the penny tile. His shirt had a stain on it that hadn’t come out in the wash. My mom had been dead a week, and he hadn’t figured out the machine.”
Zane was looking at her now, his eyes sad and serious. Rebecca shook off that consciousness. Pity wasn’t what she was after.
“He told me he couldn’t handle Mom being gone. He told me when I tried to cling to him, all he wanted to do was run.”
“Shit,” Zane said softly.
“I don’t know if I’d been clingy or not. I was sixteen. Dad had never done much parenting, so maybe me needing anything from him was too much. I remember how he shuddered when he said it, like I disgusted him. When I saw that, I was so angry, I swear I’d have killed him if I’d been able to. I refused to beg him to stay. When he did go and didn’t come back, I thought maybe I should have pleaded—for the boys’ sake, at least. I expect it wouldn’t have made a difference. He told me to call child services. He said there’d be a family who wanted Charlie and Pete.”
Trey breathed a curse like Zane had. Rebecca turned on the step to him.
“One of the last things my mother told me before she passed was to be patient with our dad. She said he needed us kids to love him. I still don’t know if she was right, only that he needed even more to escape.”
“We need you,” Trey said, taking her hands in his. “We need you to love us.”
“I do,” she said. “That’s why I’m telling you this. For most of my life I was convinced I’d never trust my heart to a man. Absolutely, I’d never let myself need one. You two did an end run around my fears. You made it easy to love you.”
Trey’s eyes spilled over, and hers did too.
“You need to sell this fucking place,” Zane broke in.
She and Trey let out matching laughs.
“I mean it,” he said, glaring at their amusement. “Your brothers shouldn’t even live here. Those memories are bad mojo.”
“I have good memories too. Raising Pete and Charlie here was great.”
“Make new good memories with us. Move in with us. There’s plenty of room for your brothers whenever they want to stay. Trey, give her the thing.”
She looked at Trey, who smiled crookedly. He took one hand from hers to dig in his pocket. “We hadn’t decided when to do this, but I guess now is a good time.”
He handed her a plain square box with a lid. A quick glance at Zane showed he was frowning—not an angry frown, more like a worried one. He wasn’t sure she’d like this. She lifted the lid carefully.
A ring of keys lay on the white batting.
“Front door,” Trey said, touching one with his fingertip. “Garage and master for all the cars. This one opens the door to our flat in Paris—”
“You have a flat in Paris!” she couldn’t help exclaiming.
“We do. With an awesome view and a balcony. Remind Zane to speak French for you sometime. Trust me, it’s super-hot.”
“I bet it is.” The leering grin she exchanged with Trey was all the more entertaining for the power it had to embarrass its subject.
“Show her the last key,” Zane ordered Trey gruffly.
The final key was beneath the others and dangled from a golden chain. The links were hand-fashioned and looked a bit Medieval. The key itself was modern, but more complex than the others.