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Authors: Mari Carr
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“Gotta admit, one of the best parts of being a Collins is the fact there’s never a dull moment. Shit, Tris. I think you and Aaron gave Riley a run for her money today as far as wild schemes go.”
“Guess we did. She looked pissed as hell at being left out too. Wouldn’t want to be Aaron tonight. Got a feeling she’s gonna chew him a new one.”
“Like we’d let our baby sister storm into that lunatic’s house on a rescue mission,” Ewan said, shaking his head.
“I know. Good night, Ewan.”
“Later.” His brother left and Tris resumed his seat beside Lane. He took her hand in his, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes. One thought kept passing through his mind. He’d almost lost her. Again.
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“Go home, Everest. You’re tired.” She was watching him through drowsy eyes.
“Nope. I’m staying the night.”
“You’re too small to fit on that couch,” she said.
He shook his head. “Not sleeping on the couch. Scoot over.” He helped her move, taking extra care not to jar her injured shoulder.
“The nurses aren’t going to like this.”
Tris stretched out next to her on the hospital bed, propping his head on his hand and leaning over her. “The only nurse I’m afraid of is you.” She grinned. “You’re not staying because you’re afraid I’ll leave again, are you?” He shook his head once and then shrugged.
“I’ll never leave you,” she whispered, placing her hand on his beloved cheek. “I’m so sorry, Tris. So sorry I didn’t tell you where I was going this morning. Sorry that I didn’t trust you.”
“What do you think I would have said if you’d told me you were meeting James to get that picture back?” She’d shown him the photograph of her grandmother earlier, explaining to him why it was so precious to her. He adored his family and if he ever lost them, he knew he’d cling to photos as well.
“You would have wanted to come with me.”
He nodded. “You’re right. I would have. Would that have been so bad?”
“In hindsight?” she asked lightly and he laughed. Then her face went serious. “No, it wouldn’t have been bad. I needed you. I needed your help.”
“Does that mean you’re dependent on me? That you’ve lost your free will?” She considered his questions. “No, it doesn’t. You’ve never tried to tell me what to do, never tried to control me. I follow my own path.” He kissed her lightly. “That’s right. You do. All I’ve asked is that you let me walk that path beside you, Lane.”
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His eyes narrowed at her admission. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
She watched him nod, wondering at his suddenly serious face. “Say it again.”
“Why?”
“Because you made me wait ages to hear it. Say it again.” She laughed. “I love you.”
“One more time.”
“Now you’re just being greedy.”
He leaned forward, his face close enough she could feel the warmth of his breath.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
“I love you, Tristan Collins. Love you, love you, love y—” He cut off her last word with a long, deep kiss.
“And I love you. Go to sleep, kitten. We’ll
both
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Epilogue
Lane grinned as she stood amidst Tristan’s family. It was a Sunday afternoon and the family had closed down the pub for the day. The prodigal son, Killian, was returning home after an eight-year stint in the Army. He was coming off a one-year tour in Iraq, and Lane knew his brothers and sisters were grateful he was coming home in one piece. She had spent most of the past week helping Keira and Riley plan a welcome-home party. Teagan and Sky had arrived earlier this morning to be with them.
Tris wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on top of her head. “The place looks great.”
She and Keira had spent most of the morning decorating the pub with American flags and yellow ribbons, while Riley prepared the appetizers.
“Thanks.” She turned in his arms, grinning when she saw his big smile. The man had been beaming all morning and she wondered if any of the other siblings were as happy as Tris was at this moment.
“Glad to have him home?” she asked, though she knew the answer. It was written all over his face.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier. There haven’t been too many times these past few years when the whole family’s been together. As we get older, it gets harder. I like having us all in one place. Feels nice.”
She nodded and agreed. After being released from the hospital following James’
attack, she’d returned to the Collins apartment. She’d joked on her first day back that she and Mr. Collins were now nursing each other back to health. She’d been sharing Tristan’s room for the past month, their relationship getting better, stronger everyday.
She was head over heels for the man.
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“It does feel nice.” She wondered if she’d ever get used to the concept of
family
, and that Tristan’s had adopted her into their midst as one of their own.
“He’s here,” Sean yelled from his position as lookout at the front door.
They all turned and Lane sucked in an amazed breath as she got her first look at Tristan’s twin. She knew they were identical, but she wasn’t prepared for how strange it was to see Tristan’s face on another man. Killian entered, his grin as big as his brother’s as everyone yelled “Surprise!”
Lane watched Killian proceed around the room as everyone impatiently waited their turn to hug the returning hero. Pop was first in line and Lane brushed away a tear when the two men hugged. She could see the same anxiety in Killian’s eyes that she’d seen in Tristan’s shortly after his pop’s stroke. Killian appeared to have prepared himself for the worst, and his joy at finding his father hearty and hale was evident.
“Hey, rascal,” Killian said as he turned and picked up Riley, spinning the delighted woman in a circle.
He hugged Sean and Ewan, shook hands with Will and kissed Keira and Teagan on their cheeks. Teagan introduced him to Sky and the family laughed when Killian admitted to being a big fan.
Finally he turned to Tristan.
“Welcome home, bro.” Lane could hear the husky sound of deep emotions behind Tristan’s greeting. She knew he’d been worried about his brother and she could only imagine how happy he was to have him back, safe and sound.
“And this must be Lane,” Killian said after hugging his twin.
Tris placed a possessive arm around her shoulders and she was touched by the sweet gesture.
“This is my Lane,” he said, so proudly she didn’t know how to respond.
Killian gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.
Thanks for everything you did for Pop.”
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“Your pop’s an easy patient,” she said.
“Ah, no one warned me you were a pathological liar.
My
pop? A good patient?” Killian teased.
“Now that’ll be enough of that.” Mr. Collins walked over and slapped his boy on the back. “Riley’s made enough food to feed an army.”
“Good thing,” Ewan said. “With all of us here, we probably outnumber the Army.”
“Let’s eat,” Sean added. “I’m starving.” He reached for a sausage roll, but Riley smacked his hand away.
“It’s Killian’s party. He gets the first plate.”
“Well, okay,” Sean grumbled, “but you better not pull that oldest-to-youngest shit on me. I’m really hungry.”
“Language,” Mr. Collins muttered.
They laughed and ate and talked for hours. Sky and Teagan brought out their guitars and played
Danny Boy
.
Riley grabbed her father’s hand for a dance and Will led Keira out onto the floor as well.
“What do you say?” Tris asked. “Wanna dance?”
She nodded, sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her. They swayed slowly to the song and she rested her head against his chest.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
He grinned. “Do I have to?”
She giggled. “This has been the best day of my life. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
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Tris studied her face for a long time and she wondered what he was thinking. She’d never been around such a happy, loving family. Of all the things Tris had given her in the past couple months, the best thing was the sense of home he’d shared with her.
“You belong here, Lane. In fact, I think I might know a way to make the day even better.”
As he spoke, he knelt before her and Lane gasped. “Tris?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag. Inside was an engagement ring.
“I love you and I want to marry you, Lane. I know I said we could just live together for a while, but I’m afraid that’s not enough for me anymore. I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children, and I want to spend the rest of my life giving you days just like today.”
She felt tears begin to stream down her cheeks as he spoke. In her entire life, she’d never heard such beautiful words. She nodded once, her throat too clogged to speak.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He placed the ring on her finger and his family broke into loud cheers. She didn’t realize until that moment the room had been silent during his proposal. Everyone took turns hugging and congratulating them.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, looking at the ring for the thousandth time.
“It was my mother’s,” Tris said as his pop walked up.
“Oh, Tris, I couldn’t…” She was speechless in the face of his lovely gesture.
“Sunday would have loved you.” Mr. Collins stepped forward and took her hand to look at the ring. “And it looks as if my son has solved the problem of my name.”
“What?” she asked.
“Well, it’s clear you’ll never call me Pat, and no daughter of mine is calling me Mr.
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She laughed through her tears. “I think I can handle Pop.” Her voice broke on the word.
Pop embraced her as she cried, feeling for the first time as if she truly had a father, a family.
“Come on. I want to dance with my soon-to-be daughter.” He grasped her hand and led her to the floor as Teagan and Sky sang a fun country ballad.
When the song ended, Tris claimed her for the next dance.
“I love you, kitten,” he whispered.
“I love you, Everest.”
The End
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About the Author
Some people fall apart on their 30th birthday, others on their 40th. For Mari Carr, 34
was the year that took her down. After she spent the day crying and saying, “I haven’t done anything I thought I would,” her husband finally asked what was left undone.
Her answer was simple—she hadn’t written a book or decorated her house. “So do it,” he said.
Five years later, the house is sparkling with fresh paint and new furniture and her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. The lesson: It’s never too late to achieve a goal or two!
High school librarian and English teacher by day and mother of two busy teenagers, Mari Carr finds time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3
a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.
With the publication of her first book, her latest goal—publishing before 40—has been achieved with a couple of years to spare. Phew!
Mari welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email
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