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âWant company? I grew up nearby and know exactly where it is.â
She needed to think. âWill you turn it into a family visit as well?â Funny that sheâd never met his parents during their four years of undergrad school. They lived far away, and she hadnât thought too much about it then. But now she wondered.
âProbably not.â
âAxe murderers?â
He laughed, his eyes gleaming. âNot quite that bad, but not up to your standards. Or mine, either, for that matter.â
She stopped walking. âMy standards? Iâd never judge them.â
âOh, yes, you would, but it doesnât matter.â He faced her then, took her head gently between his hands. âThey donât matter. This is about you and me. Not the extra players on the set. Because in the end, when you go to sleep at night, only one person will be sharing your pillow.â
Her breath caught on the truth of his words. Only one personâŠor, it seemed, no one.
He leaned over and touched his mouth to her lips. One touch, and whatever fire sheâd tamped down through the years blazed again. She kissed him with a hunger that surprised her. Stunned her. But filled her with well-being.
His embrace tightened. âJen?â He pointed at her building. âYou know how I feel about you, but itâs your call.â
My call. Only a man who cared for herâperhaps really loved herâwould toss that ball into her court. Living in limbo had to end. It seemed sheâd put her life on hold for five long years. âMaybe Iâve been waitingâŠall this time,â she whispered, as she took his hand and led him inside. Together, they ran up the one flight to her door. And to her bed.
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The right decision. Afterward, amid the tossed blankets and clothes, amid the renewed and new knowledge of one another, Jen cuddled next to him, one arm around his waist while his lay around hers. âSo glad you came back,â she murmured, âhome to Boston, home to me.â
âHome,â he sighed. âA simple word thatâs sometimes not so simple.â
âIt is now. Youâre here.â
He grinned. âI am. And maybe my love story has found its ending after all,â he said.
âHuh?â
âThe new play Iâm working on. The ending hasnât been clear.â
Surprised, she tipped her head to see him better. âI thought you had to know the ending before starting the first page.â
âYou remember me saying that?â
âI-I remember too many thingsâŠ.â His quick smile, the lick of hair he brushed from his forehead, the spicy fragrance of his aftershaveâŠthe study sessions at school. And singing together one Christmas in her hometown. Doug had mentioned it weeks ago. That memory had stayed with them both.
He brushed a kiss on her temple. âYou sound sad and Iâm sorry.â
She twisted positions so she could see him. Slowly, she stroked his cheek.
âDougâŠIâm happy youâre here. Donât doubt it for a moment. But we need to go slowly.â
He grinned. âI think itâs a little late for âslow.ââ
She waved her hand at the room and down at the bed. âYou and IâŠ? We have a history, and thisâthis is only one part of it. We were happy then, and itâs easy to fall into old ways.â
âWe were simply interrupted, Jen, but I hear you. If you want slow, then okay. What are you doing tomorrow night?â
She laughed. âThatâs your idea of slow?â
âWeekends donât count.â
âOh, Doug. Itâs all so familiar, and yet so new. I need to get to know you again.â
âI havenât changed. Still ambitious, still love what I do. And stillâŠâ
She read the unspoken thought in his eyes. Eyes that shone with love for her. She squeezed his hand.
âThe thing isâŠI need to know not only you, but myself a little better, too. How can I give my heart if I donât know whatâs in it?â
She heard him draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly. âMaybe,â he began, âyouâve been spending too much time taking care of everyone else and forgotten about yourself.â
A week ago, she would have protested. She would have argued loudly. Tonight, she let his words sink in.
A new beginning with Doug. She wanted it and she wanted it to be right this time. But too much introspection always made her nervous. Those diary entries she was forced to make, and that shrink theyâd gone toâŠall good for the others, but none of it did a thing for her. Sheâd just gone through the motions and coped by keeping herself busy.
Like now. She extended her hand to her first clients of the day, a couple about her parentsâ age when theyâd died, and prepared to assist them, explain options and help them plan for a secure financial future.
Her siblings and she had inherited nothing after the accident. Just a house with a mortgage. Not even a car. Tough when the supermarket was two miles away. Lisa had dropped out of law school and gotten a teaching job as a way to earn a salary, while Jen worked out a budget. And six months later, Mike and Lisa had married. For all their sakes. God, why was she thinking about this now?
âLetâs talk about your goals,â she began, âand the type of investments youâre comfortable with.â
âNot too much risk,â said the woman. âSomeday one of us will be alone, and we donât want to be dependent on anyone, especially not on our kids.â
Jen had been dependent. Sixteen years old and caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty. Her friends couldnât handle it and had stopped coming by. Sheâd wanted to run awayâŠhad a plan to emancipate herself. But Lisa and Mike had stopped that.
âI understand exactly what you mean,â said Jen. âFinancial planning means security. Itâs not greed. Itâs just smart. And Iâd never want to be dependent on anyone, either.â Never again.
âSo you really do understand. Did we give you our childrenâs names as beneficiaries?â
âYes, you did,â said Jen, scanning her computer screen. âAs well as their socials. Youâre good parents.â
Her folks hadnât left a will. Theyâd had a small life insurance policy that didnât go far. Jen winced, annoyed at herself. Her folks had been wonderful in every other way. Theyâd left a legacy of music and laughter, of warmth and love. She blinked hard and forced her thoughts back to the computer.
By the time her clients left her office, Jen was smiling. Sheâd done a good job counseling the couple. They seemed much more relaxed than when theyâd arrived, confident with their decisions. Just as important, however, sheâd returned to being Jen, the consummate professional.
Thinking about the past caused emotional upheavals that wore her out. But what was that old saying? An unexamined life was not worth living. She supposed there was some truth to that, but sheâd had enough self-examination for a while.
Now she was off to a rehearsal for the community concert coming up next Saturday. With a light heart, she made her way to the Commonwealth Theater, where she might run into Doug.
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On the night of her concert, Jen looked out at the audience and quickly spotted her âpeopleâ in the second row. Every member of her family had come, even Lisa, whoâd said she needed an outing in the real world. Baby Brianna and her big brother were safely at home with Mikeâs doting parents. Her brothers came willingly, knowing they were headed out the next day to Cape Cod for their summer baseball teams and jobs. As for Doug â she peered into the darkening theater toward the back, where he was able to buy one of the few remaining tickets. Someone was waving madly out there. She giggled. Now, she conceded that all her people were in attendance.
That notion, as it popped into her head, made her realize that Dougâs place in her life had become ever more important. She supposed he was as unforgettable as the song of the same name sheâd be singing that night, an unexpected second solo due to illness of the original singer.
She caught the eye of her Unforgettable partner backstage. âAre we good to go?â
âI should be asking you that question.â
Jen smiled. âIâm all set. The show must go on, right?â
And then there was no more time for chit-chat. Jen made her way to the risers and took her place. Excited for sure. ButâŠhappy as well. She stood taller and felt more carefree than she had in a long time.
She focused on the director, joined in the beginning medley of standards and knew the chorus had come through when she heard the initial applause. Duets, trios, and solos followed. She breathed deeply as her cue for âSummertimeâ drew closer. And then she was in the spotlight.
The familiar melody slid from her diaphragm, and as she continued, she felt herself smile, totally enjoying and losing herself in the words. She riffed on the melody, improvising and feeling free, as though she were the one in the song spreading her wings, flying away. The musicians followed her, and unlike a karaoke number, the music they made together was rare and so personalâso Jen! She reveled in it until the endâŠwhen it became too personal. The words werenât true for her. Some things had harmed her. Her dad and mom could not stand by. They were gone when sheâd still needed them. Even though sheâd sung this lyric many times, tonight, emotion choked her and her voice broke. Her heart brokeâŠagain, while tears ran down her cheeks.
Thunder assaulted her ears. Confused, she carefully turned her head to the left, then to the right, and then, second by slow second, returned to reality. The audience was on their feet. Clapping, whistling, and shouting bravo, bravo.
Lisa and Emily were crying. She scanned for Doug and spotted him jogging down the aisle right to the stage. In his hand, a small bouquet.
âIt was supposed to be for later, but timing is everything. No more tears, Henny-Penny. Take another bow. Youâre a hit!â
The guy always managed to make her laugh.
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âYou were great, sis. Just great. Weâre proud of you,â said Andy. âIt was an unforgettable performance!â
âVery pun-ny. But very nice to hear from a younger brother.â
âWeâre glad we came,â added Brian. âTiming was close since weâre heading out tomorrow.â His grin said it all, and Jen knew his mind was already on the pitcherâs mound.
âThanks, boys. Iâve enjoyed my fifteen minutes of fame, but now reality awaits.â
She walked hand in hand with Doug outside the theater as their group looked for Luis and the car. âActually, guys, I think Iâm supposed to drive you to Hyannis tomorrow for your summer league. With all the rehearsals and night classes, Iâm a bit confused. But Iâm ready to go.â
âYou can sleep late,â said Brian. âMike bought us a car.â
âHe what?â Jen exclaimed.
âItâs an almost-new second-hand Pilot,â said Andy, âso thereâs room for our stuff.â He patted her arm. âThe gas is on us.â
Totally baffled, Jen turned to her brother-in-law. âI could have driven themâŠwhy didââ Mike had done so much for them already. Regardless of his income, enough was enough.
âBoth you and Lisa have busy lives. Neither of you can go and fetch them every time they want to come home.â
âBut I would haveâŠâ she began to protest.
âHeâs right, Jen.â Dougâs quiet voice caught her attention. âYour brothers are old enough to be responsible for a car. With the baseball scholarships they just told me about, and the attention theyâll get from
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