Not Over You

Gabriel clenched his jaw. “Oh really?”



“Yes. I have it on good authority that she’s cheating with some man named Jeremy Stratford.” Elise dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief. She looked sincere enough, but Gabriel didn’t care.



What he did care about—people running their mouths about Summer.



“My wife is sleeping with her best friend’s husband?” he asked tightly.



“Yes, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have broken up with you like I did, because then you wouldn’t be in this mess.” She blew her nose. “Everyone is talking about it.”



His stomach dropped. “Everyone?” Oh crap. He had to warn Summer.



A familiar flash of pale hair had him reeling. Summer’s brown-eyed gaze met his. She looked heartbroken while he felt like his heart was breaking. She must have heard the rumor, and now she thought he believed it, when that was the furthest thing from the truth.



Summer spun away, dashing in the opposite direction. He shouted her name and went after her.



“Why are you going to her?”



“Because she needs me,” he tossed over his shoulder, and that’s when he almost stopped in his tracks. He really did have a need to save people, to be needed, and save the day. Hadn’t he automatically comforted Elise, ready to help her in whatever she needed?



Summer crossed the street, and a large moving van went by, obscuring his view of her for only a minute, but it was enough time for her to disappear.



Gritting his teeth, he kept himself from roaring her name. She didn’t need any more attention drawn to her, and if he acted like some jealous husband (though he wasn’t), shouting at her in the middle of town, then it would only serve to make the gossips happy.



As cars passed, more than a few drivers waved at him. He waved back, heading to the parking lot where his truck and Summer’s bright green VW Bug was parked, arriving in record time.



It wasn’t there.



He smacked the roof of his truck and then dug into his pocket for his keys. He unlocked the door and started to get inside when another woman yelled his name.



“Bella,” he groaned. “I have to get to Summer.”



“It’ll only take a minute,” Isabella pleaded.



He didn’t have a minute, but this was his sister. “You have one minute.”



Isabella nodded, her normally tan skin pale. “I’m asking you to wait until I’m done before you get upset.”



“Good grief, Bella. I don’t want to hear about Summer and Jeremy.”



Isabella wrinkled her nose. “They’re planning a birthday party for Jemma Leigh. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”



Oh God. His wife was actually trying to do a good deed, and this was how she was paid back. “Fine. I’ll be sure not to spill the beans.”



“I’m pregnant.”



Gabriel blinked, his grip loosening on his truck. He actually felt light-headed. “What did you say?”



“I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do.”



Gabriel saw red. “I’ll kill Peter, that rat bast—”



“You don’t know the rat bastard,” Isabella said, her cheeks flushing. “The father isn’t from around here.”



Learning that the father wasn’t Peter made him feel marginally better. However, the isn’t from around here descriptor didn’t exactly make him all excited.



“Are you disappointed in me?” his sister asked in a small voice.



“Soon as I become the most perfect person on the planet, then I’ll be disappointed with you. Or if the baby’s father is a Romanov,” he joked, unsure of what else to say.



“He’s not a Romanov, but he is the best friend of one.”



Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, wishing he didn’t have to deal with this right now. Selfish, maybe, but he needed to get to Summer before she did something dumb—like skip town, without him.



“When did you meet the best friend of a Romanov?”



“It’s not important, but Gabriel…” Isabella’s voice shook. “I’m scared.”



He pulled his little sister into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”



“Summer said I should at least give the guy a chance to have a choice in the matter.”



“My wife is very smart.” He could only imagine how Summer felt when she learned she was pregnant, and the baby’s father had been killed.



“Can you promise not to tell Mom and Dad?”



Gabriel leaned back. “It’s not my place to tell. It’s yours, but what I can do is support you, in whatever way is best for you and the baby.”



Isabella hugged him tighter. “Thank you. You’re the best big brother a girl could ever have.”



Gabriel smiled. Now all he had to be was the best husband a girl could ever have and convince his wife to stay.



Chapter Twenty-Seven



Summer finished packing the last of her belongings as Gabriel walked into their bedroom.



“I’m sorry I wasn’t home sooner, but Isabella needed me.”



“Don’t apologize for helping you sister. She’s family.”



He exhaled and then saw her bags. “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this. ”



“I have to.” She smoothed her faded red t-shirt down over her jeans shorts, and then shoved her hands into pockets that peeked out from beneath the frayed hem. Leaving the clothes Jemma Leigh had let her borrow for an indefinite amount of time was the right thing to do. “I’m leaving you, Gabriel, and it’s for the best.”



“But we belong together.”



“Wish I could say the same.” Coming back home made her entire life muddy. It made her question who she was, where she was headed, and where she’d been.



He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in places. Making her want to smooth it back down. “Tell me why you’re in such a hurry? Is it because you saw me comforting Elise?”



It was on the tip of her tongue to be flippant about the whole thing. To be the old Summer who always came back home with a mountain on her shoulder. “You belong with her, not me.”



Taking a step closer, his indigo eyes seemed to see right through her. “Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?”



“No—I mean, yes.” She pulled her hands out of her pocket and held them up. “Look, I don’t expect you to understand, but there’s nothing here for me.”



“Not even me?”



Pain ricocheted inside of her. She lowered her gaze to stare at his shoes. “I don’t deserve you.” Glancing back up at him, she found his gorgeous eyes full of compassion. “Ivy doesn’t need me in her life.”



His hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb tenderly rubbing her skin. “Maybe you need her in yours, and I sure as hell need you in mine.”



It would be so easy to lean on him, to draw in his strength when she had none of her own. “No, you don’t .You need someone to love you, to be able to go to church with you, and fit in with your friends. Right now, I can’t do all of those things.” Brutal honesty was the only way to make him let go of her.



But he didn’t. His thumb kept up that slow glide. “Yes, you do. You’re just too afraid to admit it.”



“I’m not afraid of anything,” she cried, jerking her head back. “Least of all you, and what you want.”



Gabriel stepped closer. “But you are. You’re afraid to think that you’re worth loving, you think that your past is your present and future. But I’m here to tell you that it’s not. I don’t love you despite your past. I just love you, as you are, as you were, and as you will be. You’re my heart, Summer Edwards.”



Fury and self-loathing bubbled in the pit of her stomach. Why wouldn’t he call her out on the selfishness that had carved its way inside of her?



“Everyone thinks I’m cheating on you with Jeremy Stratford.”



He shrugged. “Who cares what everyone thinks?”



“You do!”



“If I believed the rumors, would I be begging you to stay?”



She frowned. “I don’t know.”



“I wouldn’t be here, but it doesn’t matter because you’re not that woman. You never were. She never existed.”



Why did he have to say such beautiful things? “I’m still leaving.”



“Please stay. For me.”



His words hung in the air, tantalizing and shimmering with temptation. This wasn’t good. Nothing good ever came of them trying to be a couple. “No.” One last desperate try. “I can’t.”



He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. She searched his face. His five o’clock shadow had already made its appearance, then his cheek dimpled. “Stay.”



Wetting her lips, she made the mistake of blinking. The gentle brush of his mouth on hers had her gasping for air.



“You’d be miserable.”



“Stay.” He brushed her lips again, and she trembled. Her eyes were wide open, his closed.



“I’m the town whore, and you’re the idiot who married her.”



“Utter nonsense.” Another kiss, light as a butterfly perched on asters. “Stay.”



Centuries must have passed while he kissed her. While he whispered ‘stay’ against her mouth. While nothing but his lips and words touched her.



She breathed him in. His kiss. His plea.



“Stay.”



Breathe in.



His tongue glided across her bottom lip.



Breathe out.



“Stay.”



“No.” She wrenched herself away, grabbed her bag, and ran to the silver truck, and not the VW Bug. Hands shaking, she wrenched open the door and climbed inside, but for some reason, she couldn’t put the key in the ignition.



Gabriel appeared on his front porch, his face drawn tight. She stared at him, biting her lip so hard that she tasted blood.



He moved to the steps.



Her hand went to the door to pull it shut, but she couldn’t do that either.



“I’m sorry for failing you, Summer,” he said. “I’m sorry for not being there for you, for expecting you to change when you were perfect as God made you. I failed us, and I’m so damned sorry.”



Tears began to fall. “Stop it,” she whispered.



“I love you, Summer. If you need me to tell you a thousand times a day, I will.”



Bewildered, she shook her head. “Why? Why do you love me so much?”



“I just do.” He ran a hand through his hair again. “I’ve loved you from the start.”



“But you can’t love me,” she said, “not after everything, not after…” She almost choked on the words before saying them. “Not after all I’ve put you through.”



“Grow old with me, right here in this house.” He kissed her forehead. “Have lots of babies with me. Every day, I’ll pick flowers for you to wear in your hair, and together, we’ll watch the kids.”



“Stop it,” she said, but her resolve was weakening. She wanted to stay. Not only was she tired of running, she wanted to be with him. Forever.



He laced their fingers together and helped her out of the truck. “Make this the moment you decided to show those no-good busy bodies that you are here to stay, with me. Always and forever. You don’t have to do this alone, not anymore, and not ever again.”



The last of her walls came tumbling down. Taking a deep breath, she looked him straight in the eye and said, “I’ll stay.”



His blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “You won’t regret it, sweetheart,” he swore.



Then he swept her up in his arms and carried her back into their home.



***



Gabriel squeezed Summer’s hand as they stood on the front porch of Strawberry Grove. She’d stayed. With him.



He still couldn’t believe that particular blessing. It had been almost a week since he carried Summer back inside and made love to her, with promises for the future still fresh in their minds.



“You can do this,” he whispered.



“I love you, angel.”



A grin kicked up the corners of his mouth.



The door swung open just as she raised her hand to knock.



A genuine smile lit her sister’s face. “Summer!” Rose began to embrace her, but her husband appeared, holding Ivy, and Rose let her arms fall to her sides.



“Hang on a minute.” He glared at Summer. “State your business.”



“Sasha, don’t get in the middle of this,” Rose warned, but she stepped back anyway.



Alexander rolled his eyes. No one but Rose called the man Sasha. “Never mind. The town’s do-gooder is here. All is well with the world.”



Ivy wriggled out of his embrace. “Mommy, I want to go play with her.” She pointed at Summer.



Everyone seemed to freeze and breathe at once, except for the little girl. She regarded Summer thoughtfully while Blackbeard rubbed against her legs.



“You’re in a lot of pictures around here,” Ivy said.



Summer smiled, but her hand tightened around Gabriel’s. “That’s because I’m your…your Aunt Summer.”



“You’re more than just my auntie.” Ivy held out her hand. “Come on. I’ll show you.”



Summer’s gaze flew to Rose and Alexander. “Can I?”



Rose bit her bottom lip and nodded, her pale blue eyes tearing. “Of course you can. Ivy knows who you are.”



“She does?” Summer slipped her hand into Ivy’s, and a bittersweet expression bloomed on her face. “Why?”