Unexpected Fate (17 page)

And by everyone else, I mean my father.

“I went ahead and signed for you. That delivery dude is creepy as hell.” Lila hands me the flowers with a roll of her eyes. “I swear my brother has gone soft,” she mumbles under her breath as she walks away.

“Where are you headed today?” I ask while taking a big whiff of the flowers.

“I picked up a Saturday class for some extra credits.”

“Damn, Lila! Aren’t you worried that you’re going to burn yourself out one of these days?” Flowers forgotten—well, almost forgotten—I look over at her with concern. She’s been going hard for so many years that I really never stopped to think that maybe she might be pushing herself a little too much. “What’s the rush, babe?”

“It’s just something I need to do, Dani. I don’t know how to explain it any other way. I just keep picturing all the kids that need my help and I don’t want to give them anything less than one hundred percent.”

I give her a smile before placing the flowers on the table just inside the entryway. Walking over to where she’s picking at her nail polish, I wrap my arms around her and give her a big squeeze.

“You’re going to be awesome, Lila. You would be awesome even without all these extra years of school, but with them, you’re going to be unstoppable.”

She smiles but doesn’t acknowledge my words. “Do you want to catch some breakfast before you head off to meet Lee?”

“I’d like that. I feel like all I’ve been doing lately is working. Ever since Devon had to rush back to Los Angeles and he left Don and Mark in charge, things have been a little intense.”

We walk down the hall and into the kitchen. Lila plops down on the barstool as I go straight to the fridge and start pulling out the ingredients I need to make French toast. Lila doesn’t cook—ever. Not unless we want to be vomiting for weeks. The last time she tried to cook dinner for the house—when we had the brilliant idea that we should do a rotation so one single person didn’t have to do all the cooking—she started a small grease fire, burned noodles, and made cheese toast without removing the plastic film over the slices.

Needless to say, with all her smarts, cooking just isn’t something she can do.

“How are you doing with things?” she asks, breaking the silence.

“I’m okay, Lila. I really am. I know I got a little over the top when he first left and I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t right for me to do that and not be there for you and Lyn. It’s just—I can’t even describe it. We’ve known each other forever. Been solidly on that ‘just friends’ line that I never imagined how different it would be to finally have him. Even if it was just for a few hours. Those hours . . .” I pause, remembering every second of my night in Cohen’s arms. “When I was with him, it was like everything was right in the world.”

“You sound like a cheesy Hallmark card,” she giggles.

I laugh. “You’re right. God, I’m pathetic.”

“No, you aren’t. I understand what you’re saying, even if it is gross to think about it being with my brother.”

“Do you think its crazy? This instant connection between us?”
I
don’t think it’s crazy, but I know how others might see the swiftness of our relationship. I’ve been lusting after him for so long that I’m sure I look pathetic to most. I know I never dreamt that he would return my feelings.

Lila studies my face for a beat, her expression giving nothing away, before she speaks. I don’t know why, but between her and Lyn, I have always thought that Lila didn’t exactly want Cohen and me to get together.

“I don’t think it’s crazy, Dani. But I’m worried about you. He’s my brother, but you have always been like a sister to Lyn and me. I’m worried that things might get . . . sticky.”

“Meaning?” I push hesitantly.

“What’s going to happen when he comes home?” she asks, not answering my question.

“The same thing that would have happened if he were still here. We’re going to tell everyone together and then, hopefully with their blessing, continue to see where our relationship goes.”

“Okay. Well, what’s keeping you from telling everyone now? I’ll be honest, I don’t agree with your wanting to keep a lid on it.”

I’m trying to keep my temper in check. I know she’s just trying to think logically, but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to get frustrated with her lack of faith.

“You’re afraid he’s going to change his mind, aren’t you?” she asks when I don’t say anything,

“Never,” I spit venomously. “Look, I don’t want to fight with you, Lila, but I have faith in your brother that he never would have even opened this can of worms if he didn’t mean it. But I will admit that I can see where you’re coming from. It might be easier for me to say something now and deal with calming my dad down while Cohen is home. I know one thing for sure: when he comes home, I want to be able to focus on us becoming us without having to worry about hiding and being scared of what others might think. So I guess I’m not going to keep this to myself.” I sigh and try to suck down the small panic I have from knowing what kind of chat that will be with my dad. “I’ll tell my parents about it next weekend at dinner.” I nod a few times before stopping. God, I must look like a bobblehead.

Her eyes widen. “You’re going to tell your father—the same father that locked you in the house when Toby Gilbert tried to take you to the movies when you were seventeen and chased the kid out of the house with a chainsaw—that you and Cohen are together?”

“Hey—the chainsaw wasn’t on,” I laugh, remembering how embarrassed I was.

“Dani . . . he still chased a man down with a freaking chainsaw and all Toby wanted was to take you to a movie. We’re talking about telling your father that you and Cohen are together
together,
and I’m pretty sure no one is going to believe that you two have something that doesn’t involve touching.”

“I know, I know,” I sigh. “But I figure it would be better to tell him now and give him a while to get used to it before Cohen comes home.”

“Oh, God. He’s going to kill him. You know that, right?”

“He wouldn’t kill him knowing it would hurt me. Hey! What’s with the back-and-forth crap here? Five minutes ago, you were questioning my logic on not saying anything. Now, you don’t think I should.”

“I think that’s before I realized what telling Axel you’re dating his best friend’s son would do to said best friend’s son.”

“It’ll be okay. It will.”

She gives me a weak smile, which tells me that even she doesn’t believe my lie to myself.

God, this is going to be a nightmare.

Lee came over later that night with my brother. We were supposed to go out to a local sports bar for dinner, but by the time they got there, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was crash. I feel like I’ve been running on empty for the last few weeks, grasping at any kind of sleep I can find.

We’re all camped out in the living room. Lee and I are sitting on the couch, my head in his lap while his fingers brush my hair, pulling me halfway to dreamland, when my phone rings for the second time in five minutes.

“It says ‘private,’ Dani,” Nate says from the recliner next to us. “Want me to answer it?”

“Yeah, whatever,” I mumble with a wave of my hand, not really caring. Anyone who needs me that bad could just call the house.

“’Ello?” Nate booms into my phone. “The fuck?”

Something in his tone draws my attention, and I look over at him. His eyes are locked on mine, but other than the sharp look he’s throwing my way, he appears to be relaxed.

“Yeah. Sure thing,
bro.
I think you might want this, Dani.” Nate extends his arm with my phone and waits for me to take it, looking at me like he can’t figure out what’s going on.

“Hello?” I question, trying to shake the lingering fatigue away.

“Dani-girl,” I hear, and my eyes shoot to Nate before closing tightly and letting his voice wash over me.

Oh my God!

“How . . . how are you calling me? Did you call your parents? Your sisters or brothers? Oh my God! Are you okay? You’re calling because something happened, aren’t you?”

“Slow down, baby,” he laughs. “I missed you. That’s all.”

Well, so much for holding my shit together. Those three words almost cause me to come undone. I give Nate another look, begging him not to freak out until I can talk to him. He gives me a hard one back but doesn’t say anything.

“I miss you, too,” I breathe while getting off the couch and walking out of the room.

Right when I’m about to shut the door into the front bathroom to get some privacy, I hear Nate boom at Lee, “Did you fucking know about that shit?”

“I’m guessing I have some explaining I need to do to your brother when I get home,” he laughs, completely unconcerned about Nate’s freak-out.

“That’s an understatement at the moment,” I laugh when I hear something thump on the other side of the door followed by Lee’s whine of pain. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Nate.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that alone, Dani. I hate that I’ve left you in that position.” He pauses, and I can hear his breathing pick up. “Fuck, I hate this. If you want to wait to say something, I won’t hold that against you. I meant it when I said it was you and me against the world.”

“I can handle it.” And I can. Plus I wasn’t joking when I told Lila earlier that it would be best for me to soften the blow a little when it comes to my father.

“To answer your earlier question, no. I haven’t and won’t be able to call anyone else. I’m going dark, baby, and I know this might be the last chance I get to call home—I needed that call to be to you. I couldn’t go without making sure I told you some things. Things I should have said before I left. God, I sound like a fucking sap. I can’t explain it better than me needing to get my head straight before our next mission and the only way I could accomplish that was to talk to you.”

Ho-Lee-Shit.

“Oh . . .”

“Is that a good ‘oh’?” he laughs, the connection getting a little fuzzy.

“If your sisters find out, they’re going to kill me.”

“No, they won’t. If they do, you just tell them that their brother loves his girls, but he loves his woman more.”

Wait a minute.

“Do what?”

He laughs again, the sound like a balm for my soul. “Dani, what do you think we’re doing here?”

“Uh, talking?”

“Yeah, baby. Talking. You going to tell me how much you love me?”

“You already know how much I love you,” I jest.

“I do. And now you know I love you.”

“Even if I didn’t, the weekly flowers are sure doing a good job at showing me.”

He’s silent.

Silent for so long that I pull my phone away from my ear to make sure we didn’t have the connection drop.

“Dani. I haven’t sent any flowers.”

“Don’t be silly, Cohen. Of course you have. They’ve been coming every Saturday since you left. Who else would send them?” I feel what can only be a described as a flash of fear wash over my body. Oh my God. If Cohen isn’t sending them, then who is?

“Flowers . . . yeah, those aren’t my thing, Dani. They look beautiful for a little while and then they start to stink before they die. When I show you how much I love you, it damn sure won’t be with something that’s going to die in a week.”

Oh. My.

“Put your brother on the phone. Now,” he barks.

I jump at his tone, the fear I started to feel only seconds before rushing into my system, and I almost drop the phone because my hands are shaking so badly.

I rush out of the bathroom door and almost tumble over my brother, who is standing there, looking guilty, with a cup in his hand. A cup I’m sure was just pressed against the door like the ghetto little spy he is. I mutely hand Nate the phone and step back until I bump into Lee. He looks down at me with concern, and I just shake my head, not trusting my words.

I listen through the roaring in my ears as Nate responds to what Cohen is saying in clipped tones. His eyes shoot to mine a few times, the anger that was there at first now turning to concern.

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps and hands me the phone again.

“H-hello?”

“Don’t worry, baby. Your brother knows what to do, and he’ll take care of everything. Is Lee there too?”

I nod my head but then remember he can’t see me. “Lee’s here.”

“Good. Ask him if he can stay with you for a while.”

“I’ll do that.”

“I love you, Dani-girl. No one is going to mess with that. No one. Don’t worry, okay?”

“I’m not worried.” And I’m really not worried. I’m not. I am terrified.

“Liar,” he whispers. “God, I hate that I can’t be there to protect you. This is killing me, Dani. It goes against everything I feel to not rush to you.”

My heart breaks, the fear I felt instantly dimming. “I’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll make sure I’m not alone and the guys will watch out for me. I’m . . . I’m going to tell Daddy about us and, well, this. He won’t let anything happen to me, Coh.”

“That’s a good idea. Might mean he kicks my ass a little harder when I get back with all that time he will have to stew on it, but it will be worth it to know that you’re safe.” He doesn’t even hesitate. Not one second, which would have made me think he doesn’t want this.