Summer Breeze (39 page)

Her heart stopped. “Slade—”

His smile deepened. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll survive.” Reaching out, he touched his fingers to her chin.

He stepped past her with the gallantry of a highwayman, graceful, contained, already thinking of the future, and mounted his motorcycle. He kicked it into life and wheeled onto the main road without disarranging a stone.
“Well,” Bella said, after Slade was out of sight and sound. “Well.” She discovered she needed to cry, and no one was pulling into the parking lot, so she reentered the coolness of the building, went to the back of the shop, sat down on a chair, and bent over, holding her hands to her face and letting the sobs shake her. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying: pity for Slade? regret for lost possibilities with such an enticing, confusing man? terror for herself? For with a partner, she could probably make a go of the shop, but without one, she was afraid she was doomed.

Or maybe not.

She dried her eyes and returned to the showroom.

Slade had taught her some things, that was certain. But she had taught herself—
realized
it herself—that she had “an eye” for unique pieces of furniture, jewelry, and art. Perhaps the location of the shop was wrong, but Bella’s dream of a store filled with exquisite items for people’s homes was right. Perhaps some people knew what they wanted to do from the moment they could walk and talk, but others didn’t figure it out until later, or when they stumbled across it by accident. Did that make it less real? This felt very real to her.

She had created Bella’s. If she was serious about running a business, she had a lot to learn. She needed to take classes, surf the Internet, and, doing things the old-fashioned way, take books out of the library. The thought excited her.

A man entered the shop, so quietly he took Bella by surprise. She was deep in her thoughts and had to straighten her shoulders and clear her throat before saying, “Hello.”

Her customer wore a stodgy blue gingham checked suit and a polka-dot bow tie. Perhaps in his forties, he was dignified in an academic way, with a short beard and a slow, deliberate way of moving.

“I have moved here from Santa Fe,” he informed Bella in a high, cultivated voice. “As you know, the houses and furniture designs are quite different there. I’ve bought a nice old historic colonial in Amherst, and I’d appreciate some assistance in furnishing it. I read in the paper that you carry some authentic antiques.”

“We do,” Bella agreed, stepping out from behind the counter. “Let me show you what we have.”

27

B
en was lying on his stomach on a long table covered with cushions and a soft blue sheet. Natalie was squinting her eyes at him, charcoal in her hand, as she worked on the line and shadow of his back. She had his face mostly done, partially submerged in surging water, his eyes open, his arm straining forward past his head as he appeared to swim.

“Can I take a break?” he mumbled, his mouth obstructed by the blue sheet.

“Sure.” He was a good model, capable of holding a pose without twitching, and this pose required concentration and physical effort. Natalie stretched her own arms. “Want some coffee?”

“I need to pee.” He jumped off the table and strode, naked, from the room.

Natalie enjoyed the view of his backside.

When he returned, she enjoyed the view of his front side, but as he walked into the room, he was carrying on a conversation, as if she’d been following him around.

“… so I thought, since Mom and Dad want to travel, but they don’t have the money for it without dipping into their retirement accounts, I’d buy their house. I make a pretty good salary, I’ve got tenure, I’ve stashed away some savings. You and I could live there—you like the lake, I know, and don’t you have to be out of your aunt’s house by next spring? We could get married whenever
you want. I know women like to fuss over that sort of thing. Summer would be best for me, because I don’t have as many classes to teach, or, come to think of it, January would be ideal because that’s winter session.” He went to the table where Natalie had placed a pitcher of ice water and glasses, poured himself a drink, and took a long swallow. “Dad will want to finish out his teaching contract this coming year, so they could start traveling about the time you move from your aunt’s. And Brady will be through high school then, but he’ll want to live at home until he starts college, at least through the summer, and probably come home for holidays. With the money I pay for Mom and Dad’s house, they’ll be able to buy a small cottage, not on the lake but in the area. What do you think?”

Torn between disbelief and joy, Natalie almost collapsed onto the floor. Hands on hips, she asked, “Was there a marriage proposal in there somewhere?”

Ben leaned against the modeling table, crossed his arms over his chest, and groaned. “Do you want me to get down on my knee?”

Natalie laughed out loud. “Actually, it would make for a pretty memorable pose, since you’re naked.” Sobering, she said, “Ben, we’ve known each other about three months.”

“Okay, how much time do you think is appropriate before deciding to marry?”

Oh no
, Natalie thought,
he’s going to get out his computer and start searching for statistics
. “I suppose it’s different for each individual couple, Ben.”

“I agree.” He thought for a moment, then said, “Look, let’s get engaged, and then you’ll have until next spring to change your mind.”

“Or you to change yours,” Natalie shot back.

“I won’t change mine.”

“Ben …” She walked to the window. “First, would you put on some clothes? I don’t think we can talk about this with you naked. At least I can’t.”

“Okay,” he answered good-naturedly, and pulled on his bathing trunks. “Better?”

She shook her head helplessly. “You could put on a bear costume and still look sexy.”

Ben walked over and stood close to her, not quite touching. “It’s more than sex between us, Natalie.”

“I know.” Had she ever been more frightened in her life? Had she ever been happier? “It’s just so …” She studied his face, taking in the clear, healthy blue of his eyes, the familiar lines of his jaw and cheekbones, his expression of honesty. How did anyone
know
? How did anyone
trust
? “Ben, why do you want to marry me?”

“What?” He leaned back, staring at her as if she wasn’t making sense.

“I mean, do you think it’s
time you got married
? So you can buy your parents’ house and start your own family?”

“Well, yeah, I suppose I do. But that’s not why I want to marry you.”

She waited in silence, her own heart racing, her pulse fluttering in her neck, wanting him to say the perfect words and at the same time having no idea what those words would be.

Ben frowned. “I don’t know what to say. I mean, I’ve never proposed to anyone before.” Reaching out, he took her hands in his. “I love you. I’m in awe of what you do. I don’t mean just your art, although that knocks me off my feet. What you’ve seen in my mother, what you’ve shown in your drawing of her, well, it’s amazing. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. It’s like you wake up something inside me. I’m more alive when I’m with you. I would never leave you because I couldn’t bear to be without you.”

Something inside Natalie broke open, flooding her with joy. Tears streamed down her face.

Ben looked worried. “Did I say something wrong?”

Natalie put her fingertips on his lips to hush him. “Ben. You said the perfect thing. I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Ben pulled her to him. “Thank God.”

Natalie lifted her face up to his for a kiss, but he was talking again. “You don’t mind living in my parents’ house, do you? It’s just that I love the lake, and I think our kids would like it, too. It’s big for us, but you could have one of the bedrooms for your studio, and we’ll need
bedrooms for our children, and a guest room, too, for when Slade or your mother comes to visit.” He stopped talking, his eyes widening.

“Is something wrong?” Natalie asked.

Uncomfortably, Ben confessed, “I just realized it’s almost August. School starts at the end of next month. I’ll be a crazy man.”

Natalie tilted her head, watching him fondly. “So this is something you need to get done,” she prompted. “This plan to get married.”

“Exactly.” He stopped. “Is that wrong? Does it upset you?”

“No. I’m just learning how you think. I’ve always been around artistic types, Ben. They’re more—
romantic
.” She gestured at her clothing, and his. She was barefoot, in stained cargo pants and a black tank top. She’d brushed her teeth this morning, but she wore no lipstick and the only mascara on her lashes was left over from last night. Ben was standing there in his bathing trunks. The morning sun streamed in the window.

“I see,” Ben murmured. “You want romance.” He grabbed her wrist. “I have an idea.”

He led her down the stairs and into the kitchen. He snatched her floppy straw sun hat from the hook and plopped it on her head. He grabbed up the bottle of sunblock she kept by the back door and led her outside.

They went down the steps, across the lawn, and over to the canoe left upside down next to the water. As soon as she saw it, Natalie guessed where he was taking her.

Natalie helped Ben swing it over and shove it into the water. They both stepped inside. They both took a paddle. Ben sat in the bow to steer. Natalie was glad to sit in the stern, to watch his back as he took the lead.

The day was hot, the bright sun painting the water with a silver sheen. Their paddles made a kind of music as they stroked along. Ben had taken the day off from his lab in order to model for Natalie; it was a weekday, most other adults were at work or busy with chores. Summer ferns and foliage fell down the banks like a green filigree, and trees swayed in a playful breeze. They glided along the lake, enjoying the serenity of the late morning.

They arrived at the arch of willow branches reaching from one bank to the other.

“Duck,” Ben called.

She bent down as they slid beneath the tickling strands of leaves, and then they were there, inside the small, private cove. Light streamed through the trees, painting the water pale green. From the bank, a frog jumped into the water, affronted at their arrival. The canoe knocked gently against the bank. Ben shipped his paddle and turned around to face Natalie.

He was smiling. “Is this romantic?”

Natalie touched his cheek lightly. “Very.”

She expected him to kiss her. Instead, he reached into his trunks’ pocket and brought out a small black velvet box.

Inside was an antique engagement ring, one whopping large round faceted diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds, set in platinum.

“Ben!” She was breathless.

“It was my grandmother’s. My grandmother Barnaby. She passed it along to me for when I got engaged.” Awkwardly, Ben knelt in the bottom of the canoe, which was almost an impossibility with his long legs, and looked uncomfortable. He took Natalie’s hand in his. “Natalie, will you marry me?”

Tears glittered in her eyes, making rainbows fly up from the ring. Her heart was racing with joy. “Of course I will, Ben. I’d throw my arms around you and kiss you, too, but I’m afraid I’ll tip the boat and we’ll both fall out and the ring will get lost in the lake.”

“Then I’d better put it on you.” He slipped the ring from its velvet slot and slid it onto Natalie’s finger.

“Ben, did you have the ring in your trunks all morning?”

“Yup.”

“Didn’t you worry about being out on the lake with it in your pocket? What if we’d had an accident? What if the ring had fallen into the deep part of the lake?”

Ben’s gaze was steady, the expression of a man she could trust. “Sometimes, I think, it’s worth taking a risk.”

28

B
ella hadn’t had the best of days.

First, an elderly couple came in, sour-faced and suspicious. The man walked with a cane. He and his wife made a slow tour of Bella’s, eyeing the furniture skeptically. The man would then extend an arm and whack the dry sink or table leg with his cane, several times, as if expecting to prove the wood was really pressboard. Bella politely asked him not to hit the furniture because it might leave marks. The man humphed, told her everything in her shop was too expensive, and the couple left.