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385 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 16, 2011
Alone? Or with someone who cares about you? Lee’s voice rumbled around in his head.
That, and her laughter, the way she looked at him that made him feel twenty years younger, without tragedy in her gaze. She had her own tragedy, of course, but in her eyes he saw himself reflected as a savior.
And oh, boy, he was married.
Kyle stared at him, nonplussed. “You didn’t even know where she was?” “I was fishing.”
“I just think that maybe you could have stopped this. You should have gone with her to Duluth. Should have been there, instead of her, during the robbery. Protected her like a husband should.” Kyle’s low voice slid through him like a knife.
“Why?” Now Kyle rounded on him. “Why should we listen to you? You never came back after Kelsey died.”
“You didn’t move out. You just moved down to the den.” Kyle stared at him. “No wonder Mom wants to forget you. I wanted to forget you.”
Eli. She hated the wretched hurt in his voice last night when he’d called her. At 3 a.m. She probably should have been sleeping, but she’d been hoping he might call, if not stop by. She hated herself a little for that— the happiness she found in his friendship.
Hey, Lee. Eli’s voice, in the padding of darkness, had made her heart do a forbidden dance. He had a deep, resonant voice, a seasoned calmness, a soft familiarity that she needed when the moon lit the lake, lonely in the night sky.
She wanted to rest a hand upon his cheek, smooth away the stress.
Eli wanted to track down Derek Nelson and wring his neck. Two days and Lee’s drive still hadn’t been plowed?
She looked brutal— or would have if she wasn’t so pretty even in her pain. Her hair hung down around her face in a tangle of curls, and smudges of makeup marred her eyes as if she’d been crying.
“Lee! For pete’s sake!” He knelt before her, his voice softening. “What happened?”
She had such a gentle smile— no wonder Clay had proposed to her the day after high school graduation. Eli had always been a little jealous of how easy it came for them— they’d dated since they were fifteen, knew from the day they met that they belonged together.
“Eli.” Lee’s voice softened and had the power to soothe the frayed, angry parts of him. “She didn’t forget you. She just had to figure out how to cope, like the rest of us.” “But you didn’t lock yourself inside your house.”
Except what was he going to do? Leave his wife to come help Lee?
Eli refused to let the words rise, to hear the voice inside that suggested that’s where he wanted her to belong.
Maybe that’s why Eli hadn’t called. Maybe Noelle awoke this morning, her memories restored.
Eli glanced at her too, warmth in his eyes.
He sat in the truck, motor idling, flakes peeling from the dark sky and skimming across his hood, watching Lee move around inside her house. He’d just wanted to make sure she’d arrived home all right after the game.
“What are you doing out here?” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” She gave him a look of tenderness that only made the bubble in his chest grow.
“He said I forgot our family long before Noelle did. He said it was my fault she had forgotten everyone.”
Is it terrible if I hope she doesn’t get her memory back?”
“Thanks for listening, Lee. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Eli’s truck came up the driveway, then eased into the garage. Where had he been at this time of night?
“She was getting better. Much better. You just didn’t see it because you were never around.”
“She was trying!” Kirby’s voice rose, and Kyle shot a look at the door to Kelsey’s room. “She even started painting!”
She closed her eyes, remembering Eli’s hand on hers. I don’t know what I would do without you. Something dangerous had moved inside her then. An emotion she shouldn’t linger on, an urge that frightened her. She’d smiled, then bid him good night and escaped the truck.
I don’t know what I would do without you either, Eli.
“I’m talking about Noelle’s painting studio at the art colony. She’s been renting one for two years. Did you know that? Because I sure didn’t.”
“No,” he said, his eyes red-rimmed. “It means I betrayed her. Kyle was right— I didn’t even know her.”
And then, just like that, he kissed her. She didn’t expect it, hadn’t ever contemplated it— not really. His kiss was urgent and desperate, and she knew it was wrong. But she hadn’t been kissed in so long, and the feelings of a man desiring her, needing her, flooded through Lee.
“I’m not that guy— I don’t cheat on my wife.” “Eli, she doesn’t know you. It can hardly be called cheating when the woman can’t even remember your vows.”
She didn’t want Noelle to retrieve her memory. Never. Because then Eli wouldn’t have to stay with her, would he?
“I’m not leaving Noelle for you.”
“Uh, you kissed me, Eli. I didn’t start this. And I never asked you to leave Noelle.”
“And frankly, you cheated on her long before you kissed me.” “I never—” “Stop lying to yourself, Eli. You spend nearly every day at my house, helping me. Listening to me, being my friend. And when you weren’t at my house, you were fishing or hunting or snowmobiling.
You didn’t want to be in that marriage because if you did, you would have shown up.”
He just had to get somewhere to clear his head, figure out how to erase the feel of Lee in his arms, or reel back time to that moment when he’d lost his mind.
Honestly, he should be surprised that the kiss hadn’t happened sooner. He’d been harboring feelings for Lee for a good long time. Just never wanted to admit it.
Noelle had learned to hunt, to fish, to camp. She’d joined his life. And he’d learned . . . ?
In fact— he sat up, the realization ringing through him— he’d been about to give his heart to Lee. He shook his head, hating the man he’d nearly become.
“He was trying to help himself. He’s probably been in love with you for years, and now he saw you lonely.” “No, I think I was just convenient.”
His wife lost her memory.” “It doesn’t mean you’re supposed to fill in for her.” “Emma!”
He hadn’t gone to Lee’s house once this week. Despite the fact that missing her had left a hole in his life. He missed her kind words, her friendship.
After Kelsey died, something went with her, and I started wandering. I didn’t . . . I didn’t have an affair, but I wouldn’t have stopped it if I could have.” The image of Lee looking at him, his hands tangled in her hair, made him wince.
“You’re my best friend, Lee.” Wow, had he said that? He winced. “Or you were. I don’t know. I’m so confused.” “No,” she said softly. “You’re just lonely, like I was. Like I am. And yes, I wanted you to love me. I wanted to be in that safe place, in your arms.”
You can hurt me and walk away from me and shrug it off—” “I’d never do that—” “You did it, Eli. You kissed me and then practically told me it was my fault. I didn’t show up day after day on your doorstep.
Cause you know the truth, don’t you? You know your dad’s been sneaking over to our house to be with my mom.” Derek turned to Eli. “Haven’t you?”
“Isn’t that why you’re leaving Deep Haven, Mom? Because Eli has gone back to his wife? The wife who can’t even remember him? Maybe he thinks she won’t remember that he had his paws all over you. That he was going to leave her for you.”
“Dad and Mrs. Nelson were having an affair. For a couple of years.”
“You deceived me, Eli.” “I know; I’m sorry. I don’t love Lee—” “It doesn’t matter if you love her or not. You made me believe we had this perfect life, that we were in love, that we had an amazing family despite our wounds. You showed me a world that I wanted to live in again.”
“Did you even try, Eli? Did you wrap your arms around me, hold me, cry with me?” He looked away, her words like fingernails scraping his heart. “No.”
He hadn’t stayed committed to Noelle, hadn’t believed in her, hadn’t encouraged her. And most of all, he hadn’t loved her.
But what hit her hardest, like a blade through her sternum, was watching Eli run after Noelle.
Lee started into a jerky, slow run. He loved Noelle. Not her.
“Okay, you’re right. I did spend way too much time with Lee. And yes, I had feelings for her, but it was wrong, and I know that too. I wasn’t a good husband all the way around. You were right that day in the hospital, Kyle. I blew it.