Instead, hed practically shrugged in agreement. Hed expended more effort on the damn tree.
Why now? she muttered under her breath.
David paused. What do you mean?
She rolled her shoulders, trying to alleviate some of the growing tension.
Not even the small motion got by him. You need one of my famous back rubs.
I dont think so. If the mere brush of his fingers this morning had caused a zing, what would happen with her muscles warm under his touch? Annoyed by how tempting the offer sounded, she glared. Dont flirt with me. Not now, not after months of
What, not touching you? He was even closer now, his voice lowered to give them privacy. You pushed me away, Rach. You made it clear you didnt want me looking at your body. Unless it was for procreation.
She flinched. During the hormone treatments, shed tried to explain to him how the side effects sometimes made her feel like a stranger in her own skin. But David, for all that he paid lip service to being there for her, could grow impatient with discussions that didnt have easy answers. If she tried to tell him that she didnt feel like herself, didnt feel sexy, hed roll his eyes and tell her that she was being neurotic, that she looked just fine to him. Somehow, being called neurotic wasnt a big turn-on for her.
If I seemed uninterested, he continued, I was just trying to respect your wishes. I wanted to take care of you.
I know, David. But thats not what I wanted. They were supposed to take care of each other, except that hed never seemed to need her.
You dont consider that part of a husbands job? He was looking distinctly irritated now. Taking care of his wife?
Its a nice sentiment, but you got more and more Paternal? That would not sit well with him and wasnt exactly what she meant anyway. We dont have to talk about this.
You mean you dont want to talk about it.
Her hands trembled as she uncoiled lights. Were supposed to be having a fun, festive family evening. Why ruin it with accusations that wont change anything thats happened?
Youre right. He took his end of the lights toward the outlet, the electric string stretched out between them. A second later, the entire strand began twinkling white in a cheery rhythm.
Rachel sat back on her heels. Looks like they all work.
Yeah. Guess theres nothing here I can fix. With that, he spun on his heel and left.
Which was only fair, she supposed. After all, shed left him first.
DINNER did a lot more to restore Rachels spirits than she would have guessed possible. She sat safely buffered between her father-in-law and Lilah. The bride-to-be chattered excitedly about her upcoming wedding. Everyone else was mostly free to nod and enjoy the home cooking. Susans food was the old-fashioned, hearty kind that comforted the soul, carbs be damned.
When Arianne finished eating, she pushed away her plate and interrupted discussion of flowers, lace and music with a wicked grin. You havent mentioned the most important part-the bachelorette party!
Tanner groaned.
Arianne ignored him. Come on, Li. Im the maid of honor. Its part of my job description. I wasnt even legally old enough to participate in the champagne toast when Rachel and David got married-youre not going to rob me of my fun now, are you? Besides, it will drive my brother crazy wondering what I have in store, and he picked on me a lot when I was younger.
Smacking a hand to his forehead, Tanner asked, Would it help if I apologized for that now?
Not so much, Arianne said sweetly. She turned back to her friend. You trust me, right?
Lilah laughed knowingly. Not even a little. Rach, youll help Arianne with the party plans, wont you? Make sure she doesnt get too crazy.
Smacking a hand to his forehead, Tanner asked, Would it help if I apologized for that now?
Not so much, Arianne said sweetly. She turned back to her friend. You trust me, right?
Lilah laughed knowingly. Not even a little. Rach, youll help Arianne with the party plans, wont you? Make sure she doesnt get too crazy.
Oh, I dont know, Rachel heard herself say. Maybe we could all use a crazy girls night.
Yes! Arianne clapped her palms together. Good to have you on board. Now, Lilah, you have a valid passport, right?
Throughout the rest of the meal, Rachel and Arianne brainstormed facetious party ideas, each more outlandish than the last. If anyone noticed that David wasnt laughing quite as much as the rest of the family, no one drew attention to it. Clearing the table went quickly with so many helping hands, and they adjourned to the dining room, where the bare green Christmas tree waited.
Aunt Shelby always popped popcorn to string on the tree, Lilah told them, but Uncle Ray and I usually ate most of it.
Tanner lifted his hand to her lips, pressing a quick kiss across her knuckles. Just think, soon well be able to start our own family traditions.
Susan glanced up from the piles she was making-sorting decorations by the room she planned to use them in-and smiled at Rachel. Hows your family doing, dear? They have big plans for the holidays?
It occurred to Rachel then that her parents had never come to Mistletoe to see her for Christmas; they stayed in South Carolina to celebrate with Kate and her husband. It would have been nice if just onceWell. That hardly mattered now.
She cleared her throat. Actually, I talked to my sister the other day, and she did have some big news. Theyre expecting their second child.
Even though Rachel kept her gaze locked on Susan and couldnt really see Davids expression, she felt him tense, felt his sudden vibe of oh, babe. He would know more than anyone how deeply Kates happy news had cutand how disgusted Rachel was with herself because of that.
There was a flicker of what might have been pity in Susans eyes, too, but she smiled brightly. Your parents must be thrilled.
Undoubtedly, Rachel said automatically. You know, I have this craving for hot chocolate. Can I make some for everybody?
She got several enthusiastic responses and promised extra marshmallows to Tanner before escaping the room. The pot of milk on the stove had barely begun to bubble when she heard footsteps behind her. Oh, please let that be Arianne. But she knew better.
Thought Id come see if you could use some help, her husband said.
Emotionally frayed, she snapped, Im perfectly capable of managing hot chocolate.
Rachel. That was all, just her name and a wealth of understanding.
She slumped, feeling like a shrew. Im sorry. Being around David somehow brought out the worst in her. For that alone, shed be eager to get out of Mistletoe. If she couldnt rediscover the person shed once been, at least she could reshape herself into someone less wretched.
You should have told me, he said. About Kate.
Rachel smiled fondly. And what would you have done?
He was quiet for a moment, then smiled back. Been extremely frustrated about the unfairness of life?
The thing about David was that he believed he was a good listener. He meant well. But he liked solving problems and grew impatient when something didnt have a tidy solution. As their marriage went on, the problems between them had become more and more complex. And shed turned to him less and less.
Im handling it okay, she lied, spooning cocoa into the mugs on the counter. I just wasnt expecting it to come up tonight.
He crossed to the pantry and retrieved a bag of marshmallows. Then he was at her side, dumping a few into each cup. Rachel couldnt help breathing in his scent.
You smell even better than the chocolate. Startled, she cast about for a way to take back the words.
Thank you. David inclined his head, his expression unreadable. My wife got me this cologne for my birthday.
Suddenly there was a hissing sound, and Rachel realized the milk was boiling over, a violent froth spilling from the pot. It would seem that she was incapable of making hot chocolate without help. Then again, it was her helper whod distracted her in the first place.
David cleaned up the mess while she filled mugs. He carried the first batch into the next room. When she followed a few moments later, Tanner snapped his fingers, shaking his head at the archway shed walked through.
Another minute, he said, and I would have had the mistletoe up. David could have caught you beneath it.
Arianne, wearing her long-suffering single-gal-surrounded-by-happy-couples expression, thumped him on the shoulder. Theyre married, moron. He can kiss her anytime. This isnt like when you were courting Lilah and practically had to trick her into kissing you.
Lilah muffled a laugh and Tanner looked sheepish. It was no secret that hed once screwed up their relationship and had to fight to win her back. At least he thought she was worth fighting for.
Rachel blinked, surprised by her melancholy. She should probably be relieved that David had accepted her decision so easily and hadnt made the separation even harder than it was.
From her position at the tree, Susan glanced at her. Rachel, dear, we should have you take some pictures for us.
If I can use your camera? Rachel set her mug on a coaster. I broke mine on Thanksgiving.
Oh, thats right. Her mother-in-law frowned. Ill have to dig mine out. Id gotten so used to you being the family photographer-your pictures always turn out so well! Zachariah, do you know where our camera is?
He retrieved it from a closet, handing it to Rachel with an expression of nearly boyish apology. Afraid its the old-fashioned kind that uses actual film. Places still develop that, dont they?
She smiled. According to family stories, Zachariah hadnt always been the easiest father to live with, but hed always been a big teddy bear with her. Of course. Film is fine. The bigger problem was whether or not she could keep her hands from shaking with emotion.
It was on Thanksgiving, as shed tried to set the automatic timer on her digital camera for a group shot, that shed had the realization. Neither she nor David had truly been happy for weeks before that, possibly months, but neither of them were quitters. Neither of them had wanted to address the elephant in the room. But as shed looked at the Waide family framed in the view window, it had struck her: I dont belong here. Seeing the way Lilah and Tanner smiled at each other, trying to recall just when she and David had stopped looking at each other that way, had hurt. Far worse had been watching David laugh at whatever teasing comment Arianne had been making. His face had been alive with humor and affection, such a contrast to the patient but shuttered expression he reserved for his wife.