Reaching Rose (Hunter Hill University Book 3) (31 page)

ROSE

“Well, this is it, Rosebud,” my father says, tossing the last of my things in the truck bed. When I came up on Saturday morning, I brought some of my clothes back so I could make room for my summer things. Plus my father bought me a bigger dresser and a new TV since Griffin’s place will be my full-time home for a while.

“We’re gonna miss you guys too,” I tell him, talking to my mother, Beth, and Patti as well.

“I can’t believe both you and Terri won’t be home this summer,” my mom says.

“Well, be thankful Terri found a boyfriend up at school,” Beth says, “this way she’ll leave Rose’s alone.”

Patti laughs, but Terri really pissed me off when she did that, so I just fake a smile.

“You know she only did that because of the situation, she was jealous of all the attention you were getting,” Patti says. “She’s over it.”

“Yeah, well, Rose might not be,” Beth says.

“I’m fine. So, you guys can come down anytime, you know. Griffin has lots of couches you can crash on if you just wanna hang or watch a movie.”

“Or go to that bar y’all talk about,” Patti says.

“Yup. That too, if you want.”

“Rose, please come visit us too,” Mom says.

“Of course. I’m only an hour away.”

“I know. I just miss you when you’re not here, but I’m glad you’re happy again.”

“And dancing,” Dad chimes in.

“And dancing,” Mom repeats.

“I love you, Rosebud.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

I say goodbye to everyone one more time and then get in my truck to head back to Haledon. Hopefully in time to help Ben move in.

***

Too late.

Griffin and Mick, in the kitchen having burgers, inform me that Ben’s all moved in, but not feeling all that well.

“But he said as soon as you get here, to send you on up,” Griffin tells me.

“Okay, thanks. And Griff, thanks so much for letting him move in. We really appreciate it.”

“Hey, no problem. Worked out perfectly. Knox graduated, moved out, Ben moves in. Perfect.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I smile. It did work out perfectly. I’d forgotten all about Knox being a senior, so Ben and I don’t have to
move in
together, but we still get to live in the same house.

Ben’s door is shut, so I knock.

“You can come in,” Ben calls from the other side of the door.

“Half-pint,” he says weakly when I come in.

“Were you sleeping?”

“No.” He pats the spot next to him on the bed. “Just not feeling great. But I’m better now that you’re here.”

I kick off my shoes and climb into bed with him. “Chemo’s kicking your butt?”

“Little bit, half-pint. But look, I wanna show you something.” He takes his laptop off the nightstand and opens his email. “Isaiah sent me this this morning.”

“Isaiah?”

“Johnny’s nurse. His mother’s new husband.”

“She got married?”

Ben nods. “Yup. But that’s not it. Johnny’s mom got a call from one of those big gaming system companies. Apparently, Johnny was working on a program that would allow for voice-control gaming. I don’t know the particulars, but evidently, he came up with a way to use voice codes to play actual games. He was using the technology they already have for quadriplegics, where they use their straws in some controller, but Johnny said they were too slow. So he came up with a voice code system.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Anyway, in his letter to the company, he said he’d love to work with them to bring this into fruition. They’d emailed him back, but they never heard back from him. They assumed he went with another company, but they called anyway. His mom told them he’d died. They offered her a substantial amount of money to use his system anyway. She accepted. One point five million.”

“Holy crow.”

“Best part is, Rose, he never gave up.” Ben’s eyes are tearing now. “He
did
fight until the end. This proves it.” He taps on the screen. “Oh, half-pint.” He closes the laptop and sets it aside. “You don’t know how much it bothered me thinking he gave up. I know his life would have been difficult, but I hated to think he’d gotten so low he’d just waited to die.” Ben wraps his arms around me and kisses me on the head. “He got what he wanted in the end. He’s providing for his mom, and she’s not alone.”

“That’s good news, Ben.”

“Do you know when he submitted that email to the company?”

It’s a rhetorical question, I know that, but I say, “No,” anyway.

“The morning he died.” Ben lets out a single silent chuckle. “At least God waited for him to hit send before He took him.”

I think about this for a while and then I say, “Maybe that’s the closest thing to a promise we’re gonna get.”

“What’s that, half-pint?”

“We make our plans, do our best to get there, and hope God agrees with them, or trust Him to know better.”

“Maybe.” After a few moments of silence, Ben says, “So, half-pint, you know what’ll make me feel better?”

“What’s that, Benito?”

He shakes his head, then says, “Taking a nice hot bath together.”

BEN

“What if Griffin and Mick hear us?”

“Who cares? Besides, it’s a big house, half-pint, and I’m all the way on the third floor.”

“But it’s daytime.”

“You’ve never taken a bath during the day?”

“Well, not recently, and when I take a shower during the day, I at least close the curtains and shut off...well, you have a skylight...and no curtain.”

“No one’ll see us from a passing plane flying by. Besides, it’ll be nice and bright. The sun will keep us warm when the water cools.”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Nope. Water’s already running, I’m already naked, my leg’s off. It’s your turn, Rosie.”

She sighs, but it’s accompanied by a smile and that sweet peach blush of her cheeks. So I sit down on the edge of the huge claw-foot tub and tug her toward me by the hem of her shirt. I lift it up over her head, then I tug down her pants and she steps out of them. While I unlatch her leg, she undoes her bra. Finally, I slide her panties down and can’t help myself – I kiss her right in the center of all her red curls. “My God, you are beautiful, Rose.”

Her hands are on my shoulders and though I’m tempted to have my way with her right here, I choose to be patient and make this night special. We’ve never been together naked without our legs, so this is huge. I want her to feel comfortable and ready. And there’s no need to rush. We have the rest of our lives to make love, because there is no way I’m giving this woman up. EVER
.

I stand up, sliding my hands up her body as I do, and help her into the waiting tub. I climb in behind her, reach over to shut off the water, and hold Rose beneath the afternoon sun.

June 12th, 2015

ROSE

“Okay, before we go outside and you and your father get me up on one of those things, I have to give you this.” Ben hands me a big shopping bag.

“What’s this for?” I look inside the bag and see a bunch of different-colored tissue paper.

“Well, I know what today is and I wanted to give you a gift to acknowledge this past year. It wasn’t your easiest year, but you came out of it stronger, braver, and more self-assured. I’m proud of you, Rose. A year ago, you thought your future held no value, and now look at you. You’re captain of the college dance team and you didn’t have to give up your education major at all. You are doing exactly what you always wanted to do, and you thought you’d never be able to do it. And well, I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you.”

“Oh, Ben.” I hug him. “This year ended up actually being the best year of my life. I met you. No matter how that had to happen, I wouldn’t trade it for the world, because...what if I didn’t get crushed by that truck a year ago today? I’d have never have met you.”

“Well, you might have, since we both were going to the same college, but yeah, I get what you’re saying.”

I smack him in his side and break the hug. “Always a smart-ass.”

“Always. Anyway, the other reason I got you this gift is because you were sneaky and didn’t tell me your birthday was in March. I totally missed your twenty-third birthday.”

“Well...you were kinda busy and all, what was the point?”

“The point is, I shouldn’t have to find out when my girlfriend’s birthday is from her best friend. That’s the point.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. There’ll be plenty more, old lady.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m only eleven months older than you.”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever.”

“So open your gift.”

I shake my head, but at the same time, I place the bag on the couch and take out all the tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag is a large box wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a red bow similar to the one he had stuck on top of my Valentine’s Day pudding. “Let me guess, a whole bunch of chocolate pudding,” I say while carefully unwrapping the present.

“Uh, no, but I can always get that for you.”

I laugh. “No, just kidding.” But I stop laughing when I see the name on the box. “You didn’t?” I look at Ben before opening the box. “No.”

“Just open it, half-pint.”

“Oh my God.” I lift the top off the Lucchese box. “Holy crap.”

I pull them out and just stare at them in my hands.

“They’re not for your hands, half-pint. They’re for your feet.”

My hands are shaking too much, so Ben takes them from me, takes off my sneakers, and slips on my present.

A pair of red Mad Dog goat-leather cowboy boots now adorn my two feet.

“I got an eight so they wouldn’t be snug on your left foot.” Ben says, his smile reaching both ears.

“These are Lucchese boots, Ben. They’re like mad expensive.”

“Yeah, but you’re worth it. Besides, I can afford it now.”

“Still, I can’t take these, Ben...they’re...”

“Rose. Please. Since I’ve known you, what have I bought you? A six-pack of chocolate pudding, a trip to the movies, and a couple dinners? Between the two of us, this past year, we’ve spent more time in hospitals and rehabs than we did dating. Please let me give these to you.”

I look at Ben and then I look down at my feet. “They
are
beautiful.”

“Just like you.” He takes my hand, and pulls me out of the living room. “Now come on, your parents are outside waiting for us. I got a horse to ride.”

Outside, Daddy boosts me up onto a bareback Cloud and then helps Ben get up onto Sky, who’s saddled. “Okay, Ben, I’m gonna go slow with you, so you don’t have to worry ‘bout nothin’. You’re feeling well today, right? Because though my horses are gentle, it’s still a bumpy ride.”

“I’m feeling great. No chemo this week, so I’m good.”

“Good. Now put that damn fancy new foot o’ yours in the stirrup here, and do the same on the other side.”

“I need a picture of them, Bruce,” my mom says, standing in front of Cloud and me.

“Dang-it, Sam, I’m teachin’ the boy here to ride.”

“There’s always time for a picture. Besides, I need a new one of Rosie.” Mom looks at me and winks. My first picture since before the accident. “I want Ben in this picture too, so bring Sky to the right of Cloud. No to the left, my right. That’s it,” she says when my father reluctantly leads Ben and Sky toward my mom.

I reach over with my left hand to take Ben’s.

“You sure I can let go of the horse?”

“Ben, you’re worth millions, you think my girl there’s gonna let you get hurt?”

“Daddy. That’s not polite.”

“It isn’t, Bruce,” my mom agrees.

“Well I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was impolite.”

“It’s fine, Bruce. It’s just money.
Your
girl here—” Ben looks at me, takes my outstretched hand, and smiles. “
My
girl. She’s worth more than any amount of money I could ever make. Because she’s absolutely priceless.”

And that’s when Mom snaps the picture.

The End

I’d like to start by thanking those of you who read my stories – you allow me to continue to write my daydreams down on paper. Thank you.

A big thank you goes out to my editor, Sue Toth, whose input and advice help to make my stories what they are. And a big thank you for knowing the NCAA rules, otherwise I would have been awfully embarrassed once someone caught on. Thank you so much.

And to the wonderful Murphy Rae – your attention to detail is out of this world. Thank you for your amazing eye, and I look forward to working with you again.

To the very talented Heather LaViola – thank you for spending hours taking photo after photo to get just the right one for my cover. And to Niina Cord, who did another awesome job making those photos into a fabulous cover. Isabella Freda and Joey Roccasanta – thank you, thank you, thank you for modeling for me. You two were so unbelievably patient.

As always, I’d like to thank Kathleen Ball, Amber Dane, and Stefan Ellery for their daily inspirations that help me get through the writing day.

To my brother Carmen – thank you for your baseball expertise. You were a wealth of information. Love you, baby brother.

And to my family – my children and my husband – thank you for your unending love and support. I love you guys with all my heart.