I braved another glance over my shoulder and braced myself against the barrage of emotions I knew would slam into me again.
Noah had moved into the center of the room now, and while it was close to full, it wasn’t difficult to spot him. With everyone gathering on the periphery, he might as well have had a spotlight on him, and damn what a vision he made.
I quickly turned away in fear he’d look in my direction, and tried to regain control of my erratic heart. This wasn’t how I was supposed to feel. Where were all of my carefully rehearsed lines and conversation openers? I wished someone would tell me, because they’d suddenly all vanished from my mind.
“Uh, do you want me to go and get you some water?” Willa got to her feet. “Or maybe something a little stronger?”
“No.” I reached for her hand. “Don’t leave.”
“Okay, I won’t. I just thought some liquid courage might help with the situation.”
“Courage?” I sat up a little straighter. “What do I need courage for?”
Willa looked around the empty part of the deck where we were huddled then shrugged. “No reason.”
So I was hiding. Or trying the best I could to vanish in plain sight. But what other option did I have? This was the last place I wanted my reunion with Noah to happen. Largely because we were surrounded by everyone who lived in Chamberlin, and after my disastrous teens, I’d spent my entire adult life making sure I gave them no reason to include me in the local morning gossip.
“I’m fine. It’s just a shock to see him after all this time, that’s all.”
“Sweetie.” Willa took both my hands and squeezed. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“I know, but—”
“There’s no but. If you want to talk, we can talk. If you want to leave, I’ll make up some kind of emergency and we can leave. I’m here for whatever, and if you want to get fall-on-your-ass drunk, we can do that too.”
That made me laugh. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten fall-on-my-ass drunk. But if ever there was a time for it, that time would be now.
“Well, if it isn’t two of the prettiest girls in town.”
Speaking of fall-on-your-ass drunk, I turned to see Justin Chamberlin draping his leather-clad arms over the deck railing.
Of all the brothers, Justin was best known for his…conquests around town. His day-old scruff and the strong scent of whiskey that wafted off him pretty much confirmed that he’d stopped off at his local haunt after the funeral.
I had to admit, I envied him for that. The likelihood he’d remember much of this tomorrow was minimal.
“What are you two doin’ out here? The party’s in there.”
I grimaced at the obvious sarcasm. The pain of losing a parent—even one you weren’t particularly fond of—was something I knew about firsthand. I’d lost my mother right out of high school, and it had been brutal. It had taken a long time for me to come to grips with her no longer being in my life, and to this day I still found myself wondering what she would do whenever things got too tough.
I tried to rack my brain for some sort of excuse as to why we were out here. But when nothing came, Justin’s attention caught on the commotion inside, and he rolled his eyes.
“Ah, okay, he’s here and we’re hiding.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“Do you care if I do?” He ran a hand through his messy, chin-length hair, and then took another look over my shoulder before shaking his head. “Of course he has to look all I’ve got it together and shit. Would it really have been so much to ask that he was a little less than perfect?”
I had to admit, I’d been thinking the exact same thing.
Justin patted the pocket of his jacket in search of his ever-present cigarettes. “Is Ryan here yet?”
Willa shook her head. “Haven’t seen him since earlier. He said he had to come back and check on something with the vines.”
“Great. At least tell me Bree stayed.”
I nodded. “She did. The last time I saw her, she was trying to talk one of my guys into a bottle of scotch.”
Justin chuckled. “Sounds like her.”
“It does. But if you could kindly ask her to do it when I’m not in charge, that would be amazing. The last thing I need is your mother thinking I’m handing out alcohol to your underage sister.”
“Pretty sure she’d get a pass today.”
I was pretty sure Brianna Chamberlin would get a pass every day, being the youngest in the family and the only girl. But that didn’t mean I’d be responsible for liquoring her up.
“Either way, you might want to go and track her down before she gets into any trouble.”
Justin gave a mock salute and then pushed off the railing, and as he made his way up the stairs and across the deck, Willa leaned into me.
“You do realize you just sent Justin to keep his sister out of trouble, right?”
I nodded, but my attention had once again focused on the man who had taken the spotlight off the man who’d been buried today.
“Laurel?”
“Huh?”
“You want to head back inside?”
Yes. “No. I think I’m just going to sit out here a little longer. You don’t mind, do you?”
Willa took my hand and squeezed again. “Not in the least. Take all the time you need. Or, you know, until Emily comes looking for you wondering why her daughter is dancing drunk on one of the tables.”
I whipped my head around, horrified at the thought.
“Not ready for jokes just yet? Okay. We’ll just sit here until you feel like heading back inside.”
That sounded better. Much better. Maybe by that time, Noah would’ve slipped out and left town without us even having to speak to one
