Maybe life doesn’t always end happily, Hannah, but I’d rather protect my kids from that reality when they’re young if that’s all right with you!
Hannah thought it was healthier if one’s expectations of life were grounded in reality. If you didn’t expect much, you didn’t have as far to fall when you finally realized that no amount of planning could stop bad things happening.
A few years before, after an unexpected snowstorm, Hannah had been forced to stay the night at Beth’s apartment. In the middle of the night, Ruby had crawled into her bed. Hannah had felt the tickle of soft curls against her skin and the solid warmth of the child through the brushed cotton of her pajamas as she’d snuggled close for reassurance. It had reminded her so much of that one terrible night when Posy had climbed into her bed that the memories had almost suffocated her.
The fact that her sister didn’t understand simply made her feel more isolated.
She’d left before breakfast, choosing to battle snowdrifts and bad weather to escape the memories. She’d been careful never to put herself in that position again. Until now.
She ran her fingers around the neck of her sweater, even though it wasn’t tight.
Christmas was going to be hard, but even she couldn’t find a way to evade it for a second year. The McBride family always gathered at Christmas. It was tradition. She’d resigned herself to the fact that it was something she was going to have to live through, like a bad bout of the flu. But now she had this added complication.
“She was upset that you canceled?” Adam watched her, concerned, and she looked away quickly. He noticed things. Small things that other people missed. It was one of the attributes that made him good at his job. It was also part of the unsettling attraction she’d felt since his first day at the company. Hannah had been completely unprepared for the startling chemistry between them. She was so good at controlling her feelings it had come as a nasty shock to discover they were capable of rebellion.
“I’ve hurt her.”
He removed his phone from his pocket and handed his jacket to the steward. “Why don’t you tell her the truth? Tell her you fin
d it hard being around the kids.”
Oh the irony.
If I’m pregnant, I’m going to have to find a way to be around kids.
It still surprised her that she’d talked to him about her family, but Adam was remarkably easy to talk to.
She hadn’t told him everything, of course, but more than she’d shared with anyone else.
“It’s...complicated.” She noticed that a couple across the aisle from her were traveling with a baby. They hadn’t even taken off but already the baby was fussy and restless. Hannah hoped it wasn’t going to cry for the whole flight. Listening to a child cry made her stomach hurt.
“Introduce me to her, and I’ll do it.”
“What?” She turned back to Adam, confused.
“I want to meet your sister.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s what people do in our position.”
“Our position?”
“I’m in love with you.” He said it easily, as if love wasn’t the most profoundly terrifying thing that could happen to a person. “Or are we going to ignore that?”
“We’re going to ignore it.” At least for now. She had the same control over her feelings as she did over her schedule. She’d learned to hold them back. If there was one thing she hated in life, it was emotional chaos.
“I should be offended that you’re treating my heartfelt declaration of love so lightly.”
“You were drunk, Kirkman.”
“Not true. I was in full control of my faculties.”
“As I recall, you’d consumed several glasses of bourbon.”
“It’s true that I may have needed a little liquid support to give me courage—” he shrugged “—but saying I love you is a big deal to a guy who has been single for as long as I have.”
She hadn’t allowed herself to believe that he was serious.