Love At Last (Lily's Story, Book 3) (30 page)

One side of his mouth quirked up. “Are you turning me down?”

“Well, no. I guess not. I just don’t want to take advantage of your generosity.”
Or have to listen to you tell me how it will never work between us—how we’re meant to only ever be friends.

He laughed. “If I didn’t want to take you to dinner, Lily, I wouldn’t have offered.”

Obviously I would have to face my future, whether I was ready to or not. “Okay.”

“Good. I’m going to go home and get cleaned up, and I’ll come back in a couple of hours to pick you guys up, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

He left a few minutes later, and I headed to my bathroom to get ready. Even if he was going to break my heart one more time, I wanted to look my best. By the time he came back, I’d put on a dress that made me feel pretty and confident, although in reality my confidence was flagging.

“You look beautiful, Lily,” he said, his green eyes sparkling with obvious appreciation.

His sincere compliment helped my confidence grow, and I smiled. “Thank you.”

“Let’s take your car,” he said. “If that’s okay.”

“Sure.”

He picked Natalie up from where she was crawling on the floor, and carried her out to my car, securing her in her car seat, then he opened the passenger door for me and helped me in. He drove to the restaurant, and after a short wait we were seated in a booth, with Natalie in a high chair.

“Today was very productive,” I said, after ordering my food, trying to keep the conversation away from our relationship, not yet ready to hear the dreaded word—
friend
.

“Yeah. It was hard work, but it turned out great.”

After our food came, I gave Natalie a piece of my roll and she kept herself busy chewing on that.

“How’s your food?” Marcus asked.

“Delicious. Thanks for taking me here.”

We chatted about what was left to do on my house, and talked about when we would work on each step, then Marcus looked at me, his expression unreadable. My stomach began to churn and I knew the moment I’d been dreading had arrived.

He rested his forearms on the table and leaned forward, gazing at me a moment. “I heard what you said today.”

There was no question what he was talking about, and my mouth fell open to have my admission pointed out so boldly. Then I pressed my lips together, and my face went crimson.

His smile grew. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed, Lily.”

I stared at him in silence, mortified that he had, in fact, heard me. He’d known how I felt for all these hours, but hadn’t said anything until now. And now he was going to tell me that he was sorry, but if I wanted to remain friends, I would need to scale back my feelings. What if I couldn’t do that? Would he want to cut back on the time he spent with me so as not to encourage me? I felt a flutter of panic at the idea. I
needed
him in my life. I gazed at him, not knowing what to say, my stomach in knots.

He reached across the table and took my hand. Energy charged through me at his touch, and my gaze went to our intertwined fingers, then to his face. His incredible green eyes sparkled, and an unexpected surge of hope pulsed through me.

“Lily, over these last few months, as much as I’ve fought it, I’ve finally learned to accept the way I feel about you.”

I blinked a few times, my mind racing. Where was he going with this? Did I dare hope? Just then, Natalie began banging on her tray and babbling loudly, evidently not liking us ignoring her. I tried to pull my hand from Marcus’s, but he held it firm.

“She’s fine,” he murmured, then he reached out with his free hand and stroked her face, shushing her, and she settled down.
 

My love for him blossomed even more as I watched the way he was so gentle with my child, and when his focus shifted back to me, I found my gaze riveted to his, wary and hopeful at the same time.

He smiled. “As I was starting to say before the little princess interrupted . . .” His face became serious, and his gaze turned intense as his grip on my hand tightened slightly. “I love you, Lily. You and Natalie.”

My lips parted in stunned surprise, and a small gasp flew from my mouth. My heart soared as my mind fought to take it in.
Did I hear him right? He loves me?
“You do?” I finally managed to whisper.

He nodded.

“But you said we could only be friends.” As I gazed at him, I feared I was only dreaming, but the sounds in the restaurant, and the smell of the food on my plate were too real to only be in my mind.
 

“I was wrong. Like I said, I’ve been fighting my feelings, but deep-down, I’ve known all along that I was in love with you.”

His words slowly sunk in, but after wanting this for so long, I was afraid to let myself accept them. What if he didn’t mean it? “I don’t understand,” I finally said. “Why were you fighting your feelings?”
 

His hand gripped mine as he gazed at me. “I was afraid of getting hurt, of putting my heart out there to be trampled.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “The moment I witnessed you giving birth to that little girl . . .” He looked at Natalie, then back at me. “That was it for me. But then your . . . husband . . . showed up, and, well, I felt like you’d betrayed me.”

“I’m so sorry I lied to you.” The old shame flared bright inside me, and I tried to pull my hand away again.

He held on. “I’m over that, Lily. Totally and completely.”

I forced myself to relax and
believe
, trying to focus on the here and now. “Thank you.”

“But after he died,” he continued, “And you were all alone, I felt a need to protect you. Both of you. And that protection extended to protecting your heart. You’d just been through a traumatic, life-altering experience. I didn’t want to take advantage of that by trying to win your heart, so I decided I needed to just be your friend, and I pulled back.” He sighed. “When you told me you really liked me, I was elated, but I was afraid. Afraid that I was just the first man you’d spent time with, and that what you felt for me wasn’t real. I didn’t want to take the chance that either one of us would get hurt.”
 

His brow creased. “So I pushed you away. I thought I was doing what was best for both of us—giving us time. But then you went on that cruise and met . . . Cameron. When I was staying at your house taking care of Greta, and those flowers arrived for you, I felt panicked, like I’d messed up, let you get away.” Anguish filled his face. “And when I stopped by and Cameron was at your
house
, eating dinner with you, I was crushed.”

He paused, clenching his jaw. “I decided that if I really loved you, I would stay in the background and just be your friend.” He laughed, but it sounded grim. “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Then his face lit up, and the sparkle came back into his eyes. “But today, when you whispered that you love me, I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t even sure I’d heard you right, but the look on your face when I asked you what you said?” He laughed, and the sound was pure joy. “I knew I’d heard you right.”
 

His smile grew. “And when you told me that you and Cameron were done, I knew the time was right.”

I stared at him, hardly believing that what I’d wanted most—to have him love me—was actually happening. My heart felt so full that I thought it might burst. I glanced at Natalie, who was still working on her roll and watching a child at a nearby table, then looked back at Marcus, whose eyes were locked on me.

“Lily,” he said, holding my hand with both of his. “I want us to be a family. You, me, and Natalie.”

I went completely still and held my breath, scarcely able to believe the words coming from his mouth.
Was he about to say what I had only dreamed?

His eyes bored into mine as he spoke. “Lily, will you marry me?”

Chapter Thirty-One

My breath came out in a rush, and a million thoughts raced through my head. Chief among them was that I wanted nothing more than to be his wife, and for him to be Natalie’s father.
He loves me! He wants to marry me!
Joy suffused every fiber of my being.

I opened my mouth, ready to accept unequivocally, but then my earlier realization that his mother, Trish, evidently hated the idea of me dating her son so much that she’d lied to me and tried to manipulate me, came into my mind as a bold, clear statement.
She doesn’t want you to be with her son.
 

Though I desperately wanted to tell him yes, I hesitated, worried now about driving a wedge between mother and son. If I accepted, he’d want to tell his parents right away, and I was certain Trish would not be happy. I didn’t want to shatter our good news with the disappointment of his family.

The other option would be to accept, and then to ask him not to tell his parents yet, but understandably, he’d want to know why. I couldn’t tell him that his mother had lied to me, as I was sure he’d go straight to her and then maybe they’d end up estranged. I had no family. I wanted my husband’s family to love me like their own. Driving a wedge into what could already be a fragile relationship was not a good way to start a marriage.

No, I could not accept his proposal until I’d talked to Trish.
 

“Lily?” he said, his face full of earnestness.

“Oh, Marcus, I love you so much.”
 

He grinned. “Is that a yes?”

How to do this? I wondered, my mind working frantically. “I want to say yes, but . . .”

“But what?” His face showed sudden distress. “What’s wrong?”

I smiled, trying to reassure him. “Please. Just give me a few days, and then I can give you a resounding yes.”

He looked confused, but he nodded. “I don’t understand, but I know I kind of sprung this on you without any warning.” His look of distress was replaced by a tentative smile. “I trust you, Lily. I’m trusting you with my heart.” The earnestness returned. “Please don’t break it.”

“Oh, Marcus. I would never do that. I
love
you.”

He smiled, and I felt my heart expand to proportions I didn’t think possible.
We’re going to be married!

The rest of the meal went by in a blur, my mind on my dreams coming true, as well as what I would say to Trish when I spoke to her.

After Marcus paid for the meal, he lifted Natalie from her high chair and held her against his chest, then took my hand as we left the restaurant. I was on a high like I’d never been before, and I felt like I was floating as Marcus opened my car door for me, then put Natalie in her car seat, and drove us home.
 

When we got to my house, he hurried to my side of the car and opened the door and held out his hand. I took it and he held on as I climbed out, then he said, “Let’s get Natalie and go in the house.”

A thrill of anticipation raced through me as we walked around to Natalie’s door, hand in hand, then he released me as he took her out of her car seat and carried her to the front door.
 

I fished the keys from my purse and let us in, then I smiled. “Let me put her to bed.”

He nodded. “I’ll be here.”

Those three simple words filled me with an inexpressible bliss. Soon he would be there with me every single day, and I could hardly wait. After putting Natalie in her pajamas, I tucked her in and closed her door, then I went back into the family room. Marcus was bent over the tile, pulling out the spacers.

He stood and turned as I entered the room. “They’re already pretty dry. Maybe we can grout tomorrow.”

“That would be great.” Tile was the last thing on my mind, and I stopped at the transition from the family room to the kitchen.

He set the spacers on the kitchen counter and walked toward me, his eyes dancing, then he held out one hand and I eagerly placed my hand in his. He stepped toward me, then with his other hand he tucked a stray hair behind my ear. He ran a finger down my face, leaving a trail of fire, and his finger ended under my chin. He lifted it so that our eyes met, and my gaze locked on his.

This all felt like a dream—a dream I never wanted to end.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he murmured, his voice husky. Then his eyelashes fluttered closed, and his face descended toward mine.

I kept my eyes open, wanting to take in the moment and lock it away for safekeeping, but when his lips touched mine, desire like I’d never felt before coursed through my body and I had to close my eyes to stay anchored in the here and now. My arms slid around his neck, and his arms went around my waist, pulling me against him.

I melted into him, wanting more, so much more, but I knew the limits I’d set for myself. I’d made Trevor wait until our wedding night to be intimate, and I had no intention of changing that now. Marcus and I would be married—the sooner the better—and we could wait that much longer to fulfill the desire we both so obviously wanted.

He pulled away slightly and whispered my name against my lips, which nearly swept me away. This was something I’d wanted for so long. Even as I’d kissed Cameron, my thoughts had been on Marcus, hoping, ever hoping, that somehow this day would arrive.

Just when I felt my resolve slipping, the doorbell rang, followed by three brisk knocks.

Marcus pulled away, his eyes filled with desire. “Are you expecting anyone?”

I shook my head. “No.” My lips felt swollen from his ardent kissing, and I smiled.

“Probably just a sales person,” he said as he leaned toward me for another kiss.

The door bell rang again.

“On a Saturday night?” I said. “Let me just see who it is.”

With seeming reluctance he released me, and I walked to the door, secretly glad for a moment to cool off. I didn’t have a peephole, but I felt safe with Marcus there, and I opened the door.

Two teenaged girls stood on my porch, a plate of cookies in the hands of the younger of the two. “Hi,” the taller girl said. “We live next door and wanted to welcome you to our neighborhood.” The younger girl held out the plate.

“Thank you.” I took the plate and the scent of warm oatmeal cookies wafted toward my nose. “These smell delicious.”

“I’m Emily,” the taller girl said. “And this is Rachel.”