Christian grinned and kissed me properly this time. I threw my arms around his neck, hooking it while his arms went around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The sky bears witness to our love.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Christian
Ihad a lot of things in my life, but at that moment, I realized I didn’t have a lot of people I could share this news with. More like an idea, a decision of some sort.
Mason looked at me like I had lost my mind. I’d like to point out that it was the best idea I had in a long time, and I’ve had a lot of good ideas. The company flourishing was a good sample of how good my ideas were.
I was a bank of good ideas, regardless of how you looked at it. Which made Mason’s unwavering stare at me a little difficult to interpret.
“So?”
“Have you thought about it?”
I nodded excitedly. We were at a bar, having a drink. It wasn’t late enough for the bar to be crowded, but late enough for it to be half-filled. Mason and I didn’t have to yell to hear each other; the jazz playing in the background, like the conversation of the people around us, served as nothing but sounds that none of us paid attention to.
Mason sat up and looked at me again, not saying much, so I shifted on my seat.
“I love her.”
“I don’t doubt that, but don’t you think you should hang on a little bit? You haven’t been going out for very long.”
“She loves me,” I said, looking at him with a frown.
“Yes,” Mason said, and nodded along to what I was saying. “That is without a doubt. She’d have to love you to deal with your mother.”
“So, what do you think the problem is?”
“It’s too early? You haven’t been dating for that long.”
“I’m sure that if you know, you know,” I said, waving my hand. “Or however the cool people say it these days.”
Mason shakes his head. “You’re missing the point. You and Fiona are in love. Yes, that is as clear as day. The entire company sees it, and we wish you wouldn’t be that blatant about it.”
“You’re worse with Cherie, especially now that you’ve gotten back together.”
Mason tried to hide the smile on his face by taking a sip of his drink, but I couldn’t fault him. Being in love was wonderful, and getting back the person you thought you’d already lost was an even bigger blessing. Mason should really understand my feelings and why I was making this decision.
“I know how I am with Cherie, but we don’t happen to work in the same place. We do not subject our coworkers to our displays of love.”
I waved my hand in the air. “This is not the conversation I’m trying to have. Do you think she’ll say yes?”
“Fiona loves you.”
“That’s not a yes.”
“Isn’t your sister more equipped to answer this question? She’s Fiona’s best friend.”
“Yes, but you and Fiona have your odd thing going on,” I said. They were no longer hostile towards each other, and all the explanation I’ve gotten from both parties, on different occasions, was that they have an understanding of each other now.
“Fiona loves you,” Mason said and patted the back of my hand. “I think it would be completely crazy if she didn’t say yes if you asked her to marry you.”
It was just the words I needed to hear, but it highlighted every fear I had. Because what if I asked her to marry me, and she said no? I’d been trying to hint at it, but I really wasn’t sure if she caught up to what I was doing.
Mason was right. He was the wrong person I should be having this conversation with. Allison seemed like a better choice.
My phone rang before I could communicate this new discovery to Mason. It was my mother, and I could already feel the energy draining off of me. I knew what she was going to say.
Even though Fiona and I had been dating for a while now, my mother was convinced that we would be breaking up any time soon. She called every now and then, in a manner she believed was sporadically, but was really every other day, to ask how Fiona and I were doing. Trying to get some sort of bad news from me, but she’d never be lucky.
The call dropped, and Mason looked at me. I shrugged. I was having an existential crisis, and I would rather if my mother didn’t call trying to talk to me about anything.
The phone rang again, and this time, I picked it up. When she spoke, my mother didn’t sound like her usual smug self; she sounded panicky. I felt my heart rate pick up, thinking something had happened to my father. But when she spoke, I found out it was even worse than that.
“Fiona was in an accident.”
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I couldn’t remember the drive up to my parents’ place. But I remember calling Allison so she could talk me out of any panic I had driven myself into. We both couldn’t understand what Fiona was doing at my parents’ house in the first place. She was only in the same room as my parents when we had our family dinners. And I was always there.
Always.
I didn’t care much about parking properly when I pulled up to the house. I ran up to the house, wondering why they didn’t take her to the hospital. I had no idea what happened exactly, but whatever it was, it must have been serious if my mother had called me with a worried voice.
“Oh, thank God you’re here,” my mother said as soon as I entered the house. Fiona was lying on one of the sofas, a doctor was sitting next to her with a stethoscope hanging around his shoulders.
“What happened?” I asked, hovering above him, not wanting to disturb his process. Knowing Fiona was fine trumped my need to hold her in my arms.
