I suppose it was. But it might be best to forget that, uh, particular part of last night.”
The waitress approached with pad and pen in hand. They placed their orders, then Valerie resumed the conversation. “Maybe you can forget the kissing,” she said in a mild tone, “but I don’t think it’ll be possible for me.”
Colby’s gaze left hers. “Personally, I don’t think I’ll be able to forget it, either,” he said.
They both fell silent but a faint smile curved her lips as she savored his words. He’d tried to dismiss the attraction between them and couldn’t. Neither could she.
“It doesn’t change anything,” he told her, his voice calm and resolute.
He’d meant everything he’d said earlier; that much Valerie understood. She couldn’t change who she was. Easy as it would be to fall in love with him, Valerie knew she’d never be truly happy as a homemaker. She had too much ambition, too many dreams. A business career was what she wanted, where her skills lay, and she couldn’t relinquish that any more than Colby could give up his medical practice.
“Your father’s doing remarkably well,” Colby told her in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
Valerie was delighted. Norah had told her repeatedly what excellent progress their father was making, and it was thrilling to have it confirmed.
“I’ve got him listed as critical at the moment,” Colby went on, “but I have a feeling he’s going to surprise us all and live to be a hundred.”
Valerie beamed Colby a happy smile, hardly able to speak for the emotion clogging her throat. “We owe you so much, Colby.”
He shrugged off her thanks and seemed grateful that the waitress appeared just then to deliver the first course of their meal.
The soup was delicious, but after a few spoonfuls Valerie was finished, her appetite gone. She managed only a taste of her fettucine. Colby glanced over, frowning, when she pushed the plate aside.
“Is something wrong?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“You hardly touched your meal.”
“I know.”
“What’s wrong?” he pressed.
Valerie lowered her eyes. “I was just trying to decide how I was going to leave you, Colby, and not cry.” She hadn’t meant to sound quite so serious; she’d meant to sound wryly amused.
Her words silenced him. His eyes met hers, and when he spoke, his voice revealed his sincerity. “You’d be very easy to love.”
“But.” She said the dreaded word for him.
“But we both know it wouldn’t work.”
“You’re right,” she said convincingly. Why wouldn’t her heart listen?
“Valerie.” Her father smiled weakly as she entered the cubicle in SICU. His hand reached for hers, brought it to his lips. “I wondered when I’d see you.”
“I … went out for dinner.”
“All by yourself?”
“No.” But she didn’t want to tell him she’d been with Colby.
Besides, there were other things to discuss. Norah had told Valerie the most unbelievable story. Apparently while Valerie was out for dinner, their father had told Norah about a vision he’d had. A vision? Valerie didn’t know what to make of that, any more than Norah did.
“What’s all this Norah was telling me?” she asked.
Once again her father smiled, only this time it was brighter and there was a sparkle in his tired eyes. “I died, you know. Ask Colby if you don’t believe me.”
Vaguely Valerie remembered Colby saying something about her father’s heart stopping and restarting, and considering it a miracle. “I know we’re very fortunate to have you with us.”
“More fortunate than you realize. Now, I don’t want you getting all excited the way your sister did, but I don’t expect you will. I had what those television reporters call a near-death experience.”
“The long dark tunnel with the light at the end?” Valerie had certainly heard about the phenomenon.
“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “I was in a garden.”
“The Garden of Eden?” she asked lightly.
“Might’ve been. I couldn’t say.”
He hadn’t been aware that she was joking. “I didn’t notice the trees so much, but there might’ve been an apple. What I did notice was the pretty woman tending the roses.”
“Mom?” Valerie breathed the question, hardly knowing where it came from.
David smiled and shut his eyes. “We had a good, long talk, your mother and I. She convinced me it wasn’t my time to die, that there’s still plenty for me to do on this earth. I wasn’t pleased to hear it because I’ve been thinking for some time now that I’d rather be with her.”
“Daddy, I don’t—”
“Shush now, because I have a lot to tell you and I’m getting weaker.”
“All right.”
“Your mother loves you and is very proud of everything you’ve accomplished, but she said you should take time to enjoy life before it passes you by.”
That sounded like something her mother would say.
“She also told me I was an old fool to try and match you up with Colby.”
“But—” She snapped her mouth closed, unwilling to say more.
“Grace feels my pushing the two of you to marry was ridiculous. Said I should apologize for that.”
Valerie remained silent.
“There’s more,” David continued, “lots more. Grace wanted to be sure she gave me plenty of reasons to come back to this world.”
“I’m very glad she convinced you.”
Her father’s eyes drifted shut, but he opened them again with apparent effort. “She talked to me about Stephanie and Norah, too.”
“Good, Daddy,” she said softly, patting his hand. “You can tell me all about it next time.”
“Want to explain now …”
“Shh, sleep.”
“You’re all going to get married. Your mother assured me all three of you would.”
“Of course we will. Eventually.”
“Soon.
