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Bethanne's gaze was direct. "No, what I said is that I hope she'd have the sense to wait before making that kind of commitment."

Grant took a bite of his enchilada. "Were we we too young?" too young?"

She shrugged, uncertain how to answer. Like Annie and Vance, Bethanne and Grant had attended the same college. He was a business major and she'd been pursuing a degree in education. They'd met over the summer between her junior and senior year. From their first date, Grant Hamlin had become her entire world. They were engaged by Christmas, and while her parents liked Grant, they'd wanted them to delay the wedding until after Bethanne graduated.

Waiting, however, felt impossible. Grant was out of school and job-hunting. He was hired by Boeing in their corporate office, and with his first paycheck bought her an engagement ring.

Against her parents' wishes, Bethanne dropped out of school just six months shy of graduation. From that point forward she'd dedicated her life to being a good wife and mother. She'd worked briefly in a department store, but only until Andrew's birth.



"Too young?" she repeated his question. "Perhaps..."

They finished their meal quickly after that, avoiding awkward subjects. When they left the restaurant, Grant walked her to her car.

"I enjoyed dinner," he said, standing beside her. "Did you?" The driver's side door was open and she'd already thrown her purse on the pa.s.senger seat.

"I did."

"And your dinner companion?"

She gave him a warning look: don't push it. don't push it. "Tonight brought back a lot of memories," was all she said. "Tonight brought back a lot of memories," was all she said.

"It did for me, too." He touched her car, tracing patterns in the dust. "We were happy, Bethanne," he said, so softly she almost missed it.

She nodded, suddenly sad. "We were," she agreed. "At one time."

He tentatively raised his hands to touch the curve of her shoulders. "I'd give anything to take back the past six years," he said, staring down at her.

"Make that seven," she added. His affair with Tiffany had been going on long before he'd asked for the divorce.

"Seven," he amended, and exhaled slowly. Then something in him seemed to deflate, and she read the regret in his eyes. "Tell me...is there any hope for us?"

As she considered his question, she saw him tense, as if antic.i.p.ating a blow.

"I don't know," she said, shaking her head. Everything was just so confusing....

"Would it be possible to put the past behind us-forget about the divorce and pretend the past seven years never happened?"

"But they did."

"I know," he whispered brokenly. "If I could take away what I did to you and the kids, I would. I'd pay whatever it cost. If you wanted blood, I'd bleed. I'm miserable without you, Bethanne." His words were heartbreaking in their sincerity. "Tell me you'd be willing to let me have a second chance. All I need is a sliver of hope."

He wanted an answer...but as hard as she tried, Bethanne couldn't give him one.

A lump formed in her throat. She had loved Grant...still did in certain ways that were tied to their shared past, to the memories of their marriage, the years of struggle and sacrifice, the happiness of companions.h.i.+p. And despite everything, they were linked forever through their children.

"Maybe," she breathed.

He smiled then, and his shoulders relaxed. "That's enough for now."

Four.

Annie rummaged around inside her mother's closet looking for the silver chain belt that would go perfectly with her Mexican-style skirt. When Vance came by to pick her up for dinner, she wanted him to be awestruck by her beauty. It wasn't every day of the week that a girl got a marriage proposal-if that was was what he intended. Annie thought so; all the evidence pointed to exactly that. Dinner at an expensive restaurant, being seen in a high-end jewelry store. What else was she to think? what he intended. Annie thought so; all the evidence pointed to exactly that. Dinner at an expensive restaurant, being seen in a high-end jewelry store. What else was she to think?

She located the belt and wrapped it around her waist, checking her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on her mother's bathroom door. The mirror also reflected the queen-size bed her parents had once shared. Even after six years of living alone, her mother still slept on the right-hand side. Not in the middle.

Silly as it sounded, this gave Annie hope that her parents would one day reunite. It was what her father wanted most in the world. What Annie wanted, too. Her parents were meant to be together. Her father had made a terrible mistake, but he was sorry. More than anything he wanted to make it up to the family, and in Annie's opinion they should let him.

It felt good to be close to her dad again. Now that the lovely lovely Tiffany was gone, Annie felt there was real hope for a reconciliation between her parents. It just seemed wrong for them to live apart. The problem was getting her mother to recognize how sincere he was and take him back. Annie loved them both so much, and all she wanted was for them to be happy. What they did with their lives wasn't really up to her, as Andrew pointed out with annoying regularity, but sometimes she felt she understood them better than they understood themselves. Tiffany was gone, Annie felt there was real hope for a reconciliation between her parents. It just seemed wrong for them to live apart. The problem was getting her mother to recognize how sincere he was and take him back. Annie loved them both so much, and all she wanted was for them to be happy. What they did with their lives wasn't really up to her, as Andrew pointed out with annoying regularity, but sometimes she felt she understood them better than they understood themselves.

The security alarm beeped, indicating that someone had entered the house. "Is that you, Mom?" Annie called down from the second-story hallway.

"Annie? What are you doing here?"

Annie had her own apartment near the University of Was.h.i.+ngton campus. "I came to borrow your silver belt. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not."

"Are you and Dad finished with dinner already?" she asked as she walked down the stairs.

"Yes, it didn't take long." Bethanne hung her jacket in the hall closet and smiled over at Annie. "You look fabulous."

"You think so?" Confirmation from her mother meant everything.

"What time is Vance picking you up for dinner?" her mother asked, glancing at her watch.

"Eight-thirty. Our reservation isn't until nine."

"That's a little late for dinner, isn't it?"

Annie nodded. "Vance said that was the earliest he could get us a table. Every tourist visiting Seattle wants to eat at the s.p.a.ce Needle. Vance must have pulled a few strings to even get a reservation."

Her mother considered the comment. "I didn't realize Vance knew anyone with strings to pull."

"Mom," she protested. "Vance had cla.s.ses with Matt, remember? And Matt buses tables at the s.p.a.ce Needle. Matt must've put in a word for Vance."

"He must have." Her mother walked into the living room, where she kept her knitting.

"How're Courtney's wedding gloves coming along?"

"So far so good." Bethanne settled into her favorite chair. She had the pattern on a clipboard, held there by a magnet that marked her row. Her mother picked up her gla.s.ses, perching them on the end of her nose, and her knitting, which only had a few rows completed.

This was a far more complicated project than anything Annie would ever undertake. "I want you to knit something for my wedding, too, you know."

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything else-when the time comes. If you want, you can take a look at the dress and veil I wore when I married your father. It's yours should you choose to wear it."

"Oh. Mom, could I really wear your wedding dress?"

"We're about the same size, so I don't see why not."

Her parents' wedding picture used to hang on the stairway wall. Annie had seen it practically every day of her life until after their divorce. She didn't know where the photograph was anymore. The last time she'd noticed it, the gla.s.s had been cracked. She a.s.sumed her mother had broken it the morning her father announced he was in love with the lovely lovely Tiffany. Tiffany.

Annie couldn't quite remember what the wedding dress looked like. What she did recall was the joy on her mother's face. She'd been such a young woman-younger than Annie-and a beautiful bride. Her father had been young, too, and so handsome. Annie had loved that photograph.

"It would make me happy if you decided to wear my wedding dress when you do get married." Then, as if her mother wanted to change the subject, she said, "Oh, and thank you."

"For what?"

"For not mentioning to your father that Grandma Hamlin and I are taking this road trip."

Annie felt uneasy about the whole plan. The thought of her mother and grandmother traveling unescorted across the entire country, from Was.h.i.+ngton to Florida, sent chills down her spine. "I still don't think this is a good idea."

"Nonsense." Her mother leaned forward and, using a yellow pen, marked off the row she'd just finished.

"You told Dad, didn't you?" Annie asked. She hadn't said anything about it because she was sure her mother would.

"Actually, no."

"Mom!" Annie couldn't believe her mother would keep this a secret. "Dad has a right to know what you're doing."

Bethanne glanced up from her knitting. "And why is that?"

"Because...because he might object."

"Annie, sweetheart, I stopped listening to your father's objections a long time ago."

"But you're going with Grandma!"

"Then she can tell him."

What her mother said made sense, but Annie had the feeling her grandmother wasn't going to let Grant or Aunt Robin know what she intended, either.

"If you aren't going to say anything, then someone someone needs to let him know." needs to let him know."

Her mother heaved an exasperated sigh. "Do what you want, but as far as I'm concerned it isn't any of his business."

"Honestly, Mom, how can you say that?" Annie grabbed her sweater. "I've got to go. Wish me luck." She held up her left hand and wiggled her ring finger, then rushed out the door.

Vance picked her up right on time and looked great in his slacks and plaid s.h.i.+rt with a b.u.t.ton-down collar. He didn't have a tie-he hated them-but that was fine. He'd wear a tuxedo for the wedding.

Annie had narrowed her bridesmaid choices down to five. She'd ask Courtney, her sister-in-law-to-be, and Libby, Belle, Jazmine and Maddy. Ideally, she'd like six or seven bridesmaids, but that would require the same number of groomsmen and make for an impossibly large wedding party. In any case, with everything she knew about organizing social gatherings, their wedding would be the event of the year.

Vance seemed unusually quiet as they drove to the s.p.a.ce Needle. He didn't use valet parking, so they walked the short distance from the closest lot.

"Oh, Vance, this is a lovely idea," she said, clutching his hand. He could be such a romantic.

He responded with a weak smile.

His hand was sweaty, and Annie realized Vance was nervous. She longed to hold on to every detail of this special night and keep them close to her heart. One day she'd tell their children about the evening their father proposed. These were the moments of which family stories were made.

After the elevator ride to the top of the s.p.a.ce Needle, they were seated at a table overlooking the city. The restaurant did a slow rotation, so that during the course of the meal, they'd be treated to a full view of Puget Sound, the Cascades to the east and the Olympics to the west, along with the Seattle city lights.

Staring at her menu, Annie was convinced she wouldn't be able to eat a single bite until Vance got up the courage to propose. From the way he kept looking uneasily around and drinking from his water gla.s.s, she figured he might need some help.

"Tonight's special, isn't it, Vance?" she said as she set aside her menu.

"Very." He smiled, but his eyes refused to meet hers.

"Are you...nervous about something?" This part would make a great addition to the story when she repeated it to their children. "A little."

"Vance, there's no need. We know each other so well, there isn't anything we can't say."

He glanced at her as if to gauge the truth of her words. "You're sure about that?"

"Positively sure." She offered him one of her brightest, most encouraging smiles.

"Maybe we should have dinner first."

"Will you enjoy the meal if you put this off?" she asked gently.

He shook his head and his shoulders sagged. "Probably not."

"Then why don't we discuss what's on your mind?" Maybe it would help if she told him she knew what he intended, but she decided not to ruin his moment. "I believe I know why you're trying to make this night so special," she said instead, hoping she didn't sound coy. "Please, Vance, don't be intimidated. Just ask me."

"Okay, if you're sure." He braced his forearms on the edge of the table. "First, you know you're the one for me, right?"

Annie's heart beat just a little faster. "And you're the man for me." She stretched her arm across the table and Vance took her hand. His thumb stroked her wrist.

Thankfully, the waiter seemed to recognize that now was not the time to take their drink order. He started toward their table, then did a quick about-face.

"That's why this decision has been so difficult," Vance continued.

"Difficult?" Annie didn't understand why giving her an engagement ring would be the slightest bit difficult. difficult.

"I've decided to go to Europe for a year." The words came out in a rush as if he were gasping for air.

"Europe? A year?" she repeated in confusion.

"With Matt," Vance elaborated.

"Matt? The same Matt who got you the reservation for tonight? That That Matt?" Matt?"

Vance nodded. "We've been talking about it for months," he said excitedly, "and we both felt that if we were ever going to do it, this is the time. I've got my graduation money and Matt's been saving up what's left over from his paycheck. We plan on staying in hostels and traveling from country to country by train. There's even a chance we might be able to work on a dig near Ephesus. That's in Turkey."

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