“A few.” She glanced over his shoulder, and he knew he’d have to wait until later to hear more. They had invited his mom, her parents, Nick, Shane, Natalie and Coach B. to join them for dinner. It looked as if Natalie and his mother had arrived simultaneously.
Dylan was surprised to see Chloe’s expression turn wistful. “Everything okay?”
“Better than okay,” she assured him. “It’s just…I was thinking about someone I wish could have been here tonight.”
He’d seen that nostalgic expression before. “Aunt Jane?”
“Yeah. Sometimes I feel like she was my fairy godmother. If she hadn’t sent me that red dress, would I even have gone to the reunion? She would have loved you.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “I love
That brought a smile to her face. “I never get tired of hearing you say my name,” she admitted.
Whatever response he would have made tapered off as they greeted Nat and Barb and then Shane and the coach. But even as Dylan talked to his friends, Chloe’s words stayed at the back of his mind. Fairy godmother? A few months ago, he would have scoffed at that kind of fanciful notion. He’d been embittered by his shoulder injury and the loss of a career he loved and by the loss of his father. Even though they hadn’t been close, Michael’s death had cemented the fact that they’d never have a chance to repair their relationship. But now Dylan was too content to be bitter.
Natalie helped him find a small duplex to rent. Lilah and Tanner Waide had been living there while they waited for their house to be built and were now moving out. And for all his previous doubts about whether he’d make a good coach, Dylan was anxious to get started, to have the chance to live up to Coach Burton’s example and Chloe’s faith in him. The only time he’d ever felt life was a fairy tale was when he got called up to the majors, and that had been a short-lived euphoria. This, though-this felt solid and permanent.
He looked around the table at the faces of people he’d known all his life, people he loved. He knew they’d gorge themselves on chicken-fried steak and, later, key lime pie. They’d talk about ball and local events and laugh together, then he’d take Chloe home and make love to her until they fell asleep holding each other.
Dylan had never shared Chloe’s enthusiasm for books and had preferred sports biographies to fairy tales, but maybe she was onto something. He had to admit, this felt a hell of a lot like happily ever after.
Tanya Michaels
Tanya Michaels started telling stories almost as soon as she could talk…and started stealing her mom’s Harlequin romances less than a decade later. In 2003 Tanya was thrilled to have her first book, a romantic comedy, published by Harlequin Books. Since then, Tanya has written nearly twenty books and is a two-time recipient of the Booksellers’ Best Award as well as a finalist for the Holt Medallion, National Readers’ Choice Award and Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA® Award. Tanya lives in Georgia with her husband, two preschoolers and an unpredictable cat, but you can visit Tanya online at www.tanyamichaels.com.
