Page 12 of Save the Last Dance (Take the Backroads #1)

“Don’t.” He’d tried not to take sides in his brother’s marital problems, but it wasn’t easy when he heard only one half of the arguments. “She finds reasons to stay busy so she can avoid Scott. And I don’t think either of them realize how deeply it’s effecting Ally.”

“I saw Ally earlier tonight and she barely waved at me when I said hello. She looked really unhappy.” Nina frowned.

“For that matter, they all seem really unhappy. I don’t understand how you can go from being deeply in love to being so…

uncaring about each other. Once you love someone, you don’t just stop. ”

Her gaze flipped up to his, searching for answers he couldn’t give.

“For what it’s worth, I didn’t just stop caring about you, Nina.”

Even in the dim twinkle of white lights, he noticed the color rise in her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean us.” Nina shook her head, pink beads jangling from her earrings. “We were hurt because of a traumatic event that changed the world around us. We were still teenagers. We didn’t have all the history of a long-married couple. What changed for Scott and Bethany?”

The slow song they’d been dancing to came to an end and Mack realized he’d have to let Nina go. His hands lingered.

“Some people fall out of love. I’ll be damned if I understand why.” They stopped their shuffling steps on the grass, but didn’t move away from each other.

“If you speak the vows, there shouldn’t be any falling ‘out’ of anything. You stay. You fight through it and stand up for the person you made promises to—” She paused. Cursed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

Because he knew her well—at least he used to—he understood that the passionate words weren’t about Scott and Bethany. They were about her own parents.

Knowing that on an intellectual level didn’t stop Mack from feeling like it was an indictment of his own marriage. Somehow, he’d failed Jenny. But even before that, he’d failed Nina.

“Right.” He agreed 100 percent. “Keep in mind I’m not the one who left. Not with Jenny. Sure as hell not with you.”

Her hands fell away from his shoulders, her gray eyes registering confusion and—for a split second—hurt. The music shifted into another upbeat tune, sending dancers near them back into a two-step while he and Nina remained locked in old memories and hurts.

“I didn’t mean?—”

“Yeah. I know.” He understood her better than she realized. That didn’t lessen the bite of the words. “Thanks for the dance.”

Unable to handle the pressure sitting on his chest or the unique hurt of simply being close to her, Mack turned and walked away, wondering how many times it would take letting go of her before he finally stopped feeling her in his arms.

And the Foot in Mouth Award goes to…

No drumroll needed. The winner was the perennial frontrunner.

Nina hurried off the dance floor toward the table she’d shared with Gram, wishing she’d phrased her words more carefully with Mack.

They used to understand each other so well.

Used to anticipate each other’s thoughts.

Now, she felt as if every conversation was potentially explosive.

If they were going to work together—let alone resurrect a friendship—they’d have to get past that.

She’d almost made it back to the table when she noticed an older gentleman sitting in her place. She didn’t recognize him, although his suspenders and John Deere ball cap suggested he was a local farmer. A farmer Gram quite liked, if her laughter was anything to go on.

“Gram?” Flustered and frustrated about her conversation with Mack, Nina was ready to call it a night. “Do you mind if we head home now?”

“So soon?” She tugged aside the cuff on her blouse and peered down at her watch, an old thrift-store piece that she’d owned for as long as Nina could remember. “It’s only nine.”

“I can run you home, Daisy, if you want to stay a bit longer,” the man in suspenders offered, tugging on the brim of his cap like he was straightening it. “Your place is on my way home, anyhow. ”

Who was this guy? And was it wrong to want to interview her grandmother’s potential suitors? Nina held out her hand to introduce herself.

“I’m Nina, her granddaughter.”

“Er. Sorry about that, Nina. Harlan Brady.” He got to his feet to shake her hand. Behind him, Gram gave Nina a warning glare, clearly wanting her to be on her best behavior. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You must be Ethan’s grandfather.” Nina had never known her grandmother to flirt casually, so this was…interesting. As much as she didn’t want to leave Gram in a stranger’s care, Gram didn’t look like she wanted to go home with Nina. “He does a great job on Gram’s lawn.”

“I’m pleased to hear it.” Harlan tugged on his cap again and then smoothed a suspender, smiling. “Very pleased. The boy doesn’t always apply himself, but he’s a good kid. Just need to keep them busy at that age.”

He winked at Gram and she laughed. “Busy and out of trouble.”

“Well…” Nina felt like a third wheel as Gram nodded in time to the music and her friend took a seat again. “If you’re sure you don’t mind, Mr. Brady, I’ll get going.”

“It’s Harlan. And no trouble at all.” He turned to Gram suddenly. “Now there’s an old tune.” He pointed toward the band as they launched into the next song. “You remember this one, Daisy?”

Nina straightened Gram’s walker so it would be close by and then she waved good-night.

She walked across the grassy park around the gazebo, hoping she didn’t ruin her shoes since the grass was already damp with dew.

The town square was quiet except for the noise from the street.

A bunch of teens gathered around an open tailgate near the tennis courts.

A couple of kids slow danced while a few others tossed around a glow-in-the-dark football.

She recognized Ethan Brady sitting in the back of the truck next to a girl that wasn’t Ally.

Was that the reason for Ally’s quick departure when she’d seen her earlier?

After hearing Mack say how rough things were in his brother’s house, Nina promised herself to make a better effort to talk to Scott’s daughter.

It might not help, but having weathered a particularly bitter family split as a teen, she knew Ally must be hurting.

Nina neared the playground on her way to her old pickup. The young families must have left for the night since there were no more kids playing tag or running around the equipment. Just a man sitting on a swing…

“Mack?” She stopped, certain she recognized the shape of those shoulders.

His back was to her, but as he turned around, she was certain. The dark shadows from an overhanging live oak couldn’t hide the way he moved. Or the electric current that reached out through the night, a predictable tug in her chest that told her it was Mack.

“Calling it a night?” he asked, his swing drifting gently from side to side, his feet on the ground. The chains overhead clanked together as he pivoted around to see her.

Her heart rate kicked up. Another predictable side effect of Mack. How had she ever thought she was over him?

“I’m glad you’re here.” She started toward him, knowing she needed to do something about this strained awkwardness between them.

“I wanted to apologize for sounding like Miss Marriage Know-It-All back there. I was shooting off at the mouth and not thinking about how it sounded. I was speaking from my own shadows—with my parents, I mean. Sounds stupid, doesn’t it, me offering marriage advice when I’ve never come close to tying the knot. ”

“No?”

Something about the cool reserve in his tone told her that her earlier words still stung. She’d have to dig deeper if they were really going to have a chance at some kind of peace between them. Closure.

“Actually…” She fidgeted with the leather strap of her purse. “That’s not entirely true, I guess. There was one guy.”

She leaned against the cold metal pole of the swing support while Mack waited. “I thought we were close—that he might propose. But while he was shopping for engagement rings and asking about big, splashy vacations for our honeymoon, I was already decorating a baby nursery in my head.”

Some girls dreamed of huge weddings and fancy dresses, but she cared more about the happily-ever-after part. The picket fence. The kids.

“You rushed him,” Mack observed quietly. Accurately.

Just like she had rushed Mack.

“It’s hard to wait for a dream you want so much.”

Mack grabbed one of the chains on the swing beside him and hauled it closer, holding it out to her.

“Sit for a minute, Nina.” The rough edge of his voice, the masculine timbre of it, went right through her and warmed her from the inside out.

Stepping closer, she took the swing and lowered herself into the seat beside him. The canvas twirled a little beneath her, pivoting her back and forth. Mack leaned over and steadied it, his hand brushing her thigh as he held the chain for a long minute.

Heart in her throat, Nina felt her whole world close in on this moment, sitting in Heartache, the bluegrass band playing, white lights twinkling, stars overhead. And most of all, Mack Finley beside her.

“It wasn’t just what you said,” Mack admitted, his face in shadow from the trees overhead.

“I’ve wondered the same thing myself—why I gave up on my marriage when I’m not the kind of guy to walk away from a commitment, even when I see the train wreck coming.

So what you said earlier… You just articulated a thought that doesn’t sit well with me. ”

He let go of the chain slowly, setting her loose to swing free. Except that she kept her feet planted on the ground, cheating to stay closer to him.

“I have a way of blurting things out.” The urge to touch him was strong, so she tucked her fingers under her thighs to keep them to herself.

“But at least you say what you’re thinking.” He gave her a slow smile. “I always know where I stand with you, Nina. No guesswork there.”