Considering Kate
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"As far as I'm concerned you can nail the lid on it and throw the entire thing into a pit."
"I was going to talk to Jack tonight," he began. "See how he felt about some changes. I figured he'd have liked the idea. I know my kid pretty well. Not as well as I assumed since he's going around proposing to my woman behind my back."
"Your woman?"
"Quiet," he said mildly. "If you'd been quiet a little while longer, we'd have started out this particular area of discussion more like this."
He moved closer, took her lifted chin in his hand. "Kate, I'm in love with you. No, you just sit there," he told her as she started to rise. "I was trying to work out how I'd do this right before you drove up."
"Before I…" She let out a long breath. "Oh." As her heart began to thud she shifted her gaze to the ground. "Is the lid on that box really tight?"
"Yeah, it's really tight."
"Okay." She had to close her eyes a moment, try to clear her head. But the thrill racing through her refused to let her think straight. And that, she decided, was perfect. Just perfect.
"Would you mind starting again?" she asked him. "With the I love you part?"
"Sure. I love you. I started sliding the first minute I saw you. Kept thinking I'd get my balance back, that you couldn't be for me. Every once in a while I'd start sliding fast, I had to pull myself back. I had lots of reasons to. I can't think of a single one of them right now, but I had them."
"I was for you, Brody. Just like you were for me."
"That night in your sister's house, I couldn't pull myself back anymore. I just dropped off the edge in love with you, I'm still staggering the next day when I see you dance. Not like I saw you that day in your school where it was pretty, and like a dream. But strong and powerful. That messed me up some again." He crouched down in front of her. "Kate, a few minutes ago I was standing here, putting a picture in my mind. I do that sometimes. You and me, sitting on a porch swing I still have to buy." Tears wanted to come again, but she held them back. "I like that picture."
"Me, too. See, I was figuring we were building a house—not the kind up the hill there. A kind of relationship house. I take my time building things because it's important to build them right—to build them to last."
"And I rushed you."
"Yeah, you rushed me. Something else I figured out. Two people don't always have to move at the same pace for them to end up at the same place. The right place."
A tear escaped. "This is the right place for me." She framed his face with her hands. "I love you, Brody. I want—"
"No, you don't. I'm making the moves here." He drew her to her feet. "See that house up there on the hill?"
"Yes."
"Needs work, but it's got potential. That dog chasing his tail in the yard's just about housebroken. I've got a son who's coming home from school on a bus that's running late. He's a good boy. I want to share all that with you. And I want to come to your school sometimes, just to watch you dance. I want to make babies with you. I think I'm good with them."
"Oh, Brody."
"Quiet. I'm not finished. Come summer, I want to sit out in the garden we'll plant together. You're the only one I want to have all that with."
"Oh, God, just ask me before I fall apart and can't even answer you."
"You're pushy. I like that about you. Marry me, Kate." He touched his lips to hers. "Marry me." She couldn't answer, could only lock her arms around him. Her heart poured into the kiss and gave him more than words. The dog began to yip and race in desperate circles around them. Clinging to Brody, Kate began to laugh.
"I'm so happy."
"I still wouldn't mind hearing you say yes."
She tipped her head back, started to speak. And the rude blast of the school bus's air brakes drowned out her words.
She turned, sliding her arm around Brody's waist and watched Jack burst out the door. The pup took a running leap into Jack's arms.
"Let me," Kate murmured. "Please. Hey, handsome."
"Hi." He looked at the tears on her cheeks and sent a worried look at his father. "Did you get hurt?"
"No, I didn't. Sometimes people cry when they're so happy everything bursts inside them. That's what I am right now. Remember what you asked me yesterday, Jack?"
He bit his lip, glanced warily at his father again. "Uh-huh."
"Well, here's the answer for both of you." With one hand still caught in Brody's, she touched Jack's cheek. "Yes."
His eyes went huge. "Really?"
"Really."
"Dad! Guess what?"
"What?"
"Kate's going to marry us. That's okay, right?"
"That's absolutely okay. Let's go home."
They left the truck and car parked where they were, and started walking toward the house together. Jack raced ahead, the dog at his heels. At the edge of the lawn, Brody stopped, turned, kissed her. No, it wasn't okay, Kate thought.
It was perfect.
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"Dad? How much longer?"
"Just a few minutes. Here, let me fix this thing." He hauled Jack up on a chair and straightened his fancy black tie. Fiddled with the red rosebud on his lapel. "My hands are sweaty," Brody said with a little laugh.
"Do you got cold feet? Grandpa said how sometimes guys get cold feet on their wedding day."
"No, I don't have cold feet. I love Kate. I want to marry her."
"Me, too. You get to be the groom, and I get to be the best man."
"That's it." He stepped back, surveyed his son. A six-year-old in a tux, he thought. "You sure look slick, Jacks."
"We look handsome. Grandma said so. And she cried. Girls cry at weddings, that's what Max said. How come?"
"I don't know. Afterward, we'll find a girl and you can ask her." He turned Jack so they could look in the mirror together. "It's a big day. Today, the three of us become a family."
"I get a mom and more grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins andeverything. After you kiss the bride, we get to go have a party and lots of cake. Nana said so." Kate's mother had said he could call her Nana. Jack liked saying it.
"I was going to talk to Jack tonight," he began. "See how he felt about some changes. I figured he'd have liked the idea. I know my kid pretty well. Not as well as I assumed since he's going around proposing to my woman behind my back."
"Your woman?"
"Quiet," he said mildly. "If you'd been quiet a little while longer, we'd have started out this particular area of discussion more like this."
He moved closer, took her lifted chin in his hand. "Kate, I'm in love with you. No, you just sit there," he told her as she started to rise. "I was trying to work out how I'd do this right before you drove up."
"Before I…" She let out a long breath. "Oh." As her heart began to thud she shifted her gaze to the ground. "Is the lid on that box really tight?"
"Yeah, it's really tight."
"Okay." She had to close her eyes a moment, try to clear her head. But the thrill racing through her refused to let her think straight. And that, she decided, was perfect. Just perfect.
"Would you mind starting again?" she asked him. "With the I love you part?"
"Sure. I love you. I started sliding the first minute I saw you. Kept thinking I'd get my balance back, that you couldn't be for me. Every once in a while I'd start sliding fast, I had to pull myself back. I had lots of reasons to. I can't think of a single one of them right now, but I had them."
"I was for you, Brody. Just like you were for me."
"That night in your sister's house, I couldn't pull myself back anymore. I just dropped off the edge in love with you, I'm still staggering the next day when I see you dance. Not like I saw you that day in your school where it was pretty, and like a dream. But strong and powerful. That messed me up some again." He crouched down in front of her. "Kate, a few minutes ago I was standing here, putting a picture in my mind. I do that sometimes. You and me, sitting on a porch swing I still have to buy." Tears wanted to come again, but she held them back. "I like that picture."
"Me, too. See, I was figuring we were building a house—not the kind up the hill there. A kind of relationship house. I take my time building things because it's important to build them right—to build them to last."
"And I rushed you."
"Yeah, you rushed me. Something else I figured out. Two people don't always have to move at the same pace for them to end up at the same place. The right place."
A tear escaped. "This is the right place for me." She framed his face with her hands. "I love you, Brody. I want—"
"No, you don't. I'm making the moves here." He drew her to her feet. "See that house up there on the hill?"
"Yes."
"Needs work, but it's got potential. That dog chasing his tail in the yard's just about housebroken. I've got a son who's coming home from school on a bus that's running late. He's a good boy. I want to share all that with you. And I want to come to your school sometimes, just to watch you dance. I want to make babies with you. I think I'm good with them."
"Oh, Brody."
"Quiet. I'm not finished. Come summer, I want to sit out in the garden we'll plant together. You're the only one I want to have all that with."
"Oh, God, just ask me before I fall apart and can't even answer you."
"You're pushy. I like that about you. Marry me, Kate." He touched his lips to hers. "Marry me." She couldn't answer, could only lock her arms around him. Her heart poured into the kiss and gave him more than words. The dog began to yip and race in desperate circles around them. Clinging to Brody, Kate began to laugh.
"I'm so happy."
"I still wouldn't mind hearing you say yes."
She tipped her head back, started to speak. And the rude blast of the school bus's air brakes drowned out her words.
She turned, sliding her arm around Brody's waist and watched Jack burst out the door. The pup took a running leap into Jack's arms.
"Let me," Kate murmured. "Please. Hey, handsome."
"Hi." He looked at the tears on her cheeks and sent a worried look at his father. "Did you get hurt?"
"No, I didn't. Sometimes people cry when they're so happy everything bursts inside them. That's what I am right now. Remember what you asked me yesterday, Jack?"
He bit his lip, glanced warily at his father again. "Uh-huh."
"Well, here's the answer for both of you." With one hand still caught in Brody's, she touched Jack's cheek. "Yes."
His eyes went huge. "Really?"
"Really."
"Dad! Guess what?"
"What?"
"Kate's going to marry us. That's okay, right?"
"That's absolutely okay. Let's go home."
They left the truck and car parked where they were, and started walking toward the house together. Jack raced ahead, the dog at his heels. At the edge of the lawn, Brody stopped, turned, kissed her. No, it wasn't okay, Kate thought.
It was perfect.
Epilogue
Contents-Prev
"Dad? How much longer?"
"Just a few minutes. Here, let me fix this thing." He hauled Jack up on a chair and straightened his fancy black tie. Fiddled with the red rosebud on his lapel. "My hands are sweaty," Brody said with a little laugh.
"Do you got cold feet? Grandpa said how sometimes guys get cold feet on their wedding day."
"No, I don't have cold feet. I love Kate. I want to marry her."
"Me, too. You get to be the groom, and I get to be the best man."
"That's it." He stepped back, surveyed his son. A six-year-old in a tux, he thought. "You sure look slick, Jacks."
"We look handsome. Grandma said so. And she cried. Girls cry at weddings, that's what Max said. How come?"
"I don't know. Afterward, we'll find a girl and you can ask her." He turned Jack so they could look in the mirror together. "It's a big day. Today, the three of us become a family."
"I get a mom and more grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins andeverything. After you kiss the bride, we get to go have a party and lots of cake. Nana said so." Kate's mother had said he could call her Nana. Jack liked saying it.
