dynamite long legs. He tried not to think about how they’d felt wrapped around him, or how they would feel again.
“Anyway, I asked my mother to handle the annulment.”
Oh, right, so Alison could marry someone else. “I see. And she agreed?”
“Yes, but there’s a problem.”
She didn’t want the annulment? His heart missed a beat as he waited.
“Technically we can’t annul the marriage. There are parameters for that.” She listed several reasons. “And since the marriage was consummated…” A slight blush swept across her features, making her appear young and vulnerable again, reminding him of that night when she’d lain naked in his arms. “Well, unless one of us pleads mental incompetence, we have to file for a divorce instead.”
“I guess we could both plead mental incompetence. We were only kids.”
“Yeah, impulsive, crazy in love…” She laughed, a nervous sound this time.
“Crazy teenage hormones. But I don’t suppose the judge would buy that.” He forced a laugh, too, but the laughter died quickly, fading into awkwardness.
“Anyway, my mother agreed to file the papers for us. She said a divorce takes about thirty days, unless someone contests it.” She fiddled with her notepad. “I told her to keep everything confidential, that I didn’t want the whole town to know. Since I’m a wedding planner, a divorce might not be good for business.”
So her job was more important than his feelings. And she probably didn’t want her new boyfriend to know she’d married him.
Brady nodded, glancing sideways at the fake wedding cake sitting on the table. They hadn’t had a cake the night they’d married, but they’d stopped at the doughnut shop, bought crème-filled doughnuts and fed them to each other to celebrate their union. Everything had been so simple—they hadn’t cared about details. They’d only cared about being together.
Now she wanted to erase that past without anyone ever knowing they’d shared it.
ALISON WONDERED IF BRADY was remembering their wedding, the simple but romantic ways they’d celebrated. Maybe she could put their relationship behind her if she understood more about where it had gone wrong. He looked so lost and faraway that she forgot her pride.
“Why did you stop writing, Brady?”
His head jerked back to hers, his breathing raspy. But he quickly looked away, studied his hands, his shoes, finally resting his hands on his knees. “I intended to keep my promises when I left. But…”
“You met someone else?”
“No.” His gaze flew to hers, a hint of desperation there, as if it was important to him that she believe him. “I was sent on a training assignment and was out of touch most of last year.”
“That’s when the letters stopped.”
He nodded. “I couldn’t contact anyone, not even my family, to let them know where I was.”
“What about when you returned?”
“I intended to write you then, but we did some combat maneuvers in Arizona, and I had the accident.”
“You were in the hospital?”
“About three months.”
Alison’s hand flew to her chest. “That serious? Vivi didn’t tell any of us.”
He nodded again, his eyes dark as he stretched his fingers in front of him and studied his hands. “I asked her not to say anything.”
“Why not? You knew we’d be worried.”
“Look, Alison, I’m sorry.”
“Was anyone else hurt?”
Brady hesitated. “My best friend, Josh, was killed.”
Alison’s heart broke for him. “Oh, Brady, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s over now, but things change, Alison. People change.” He flexed his hands, then balled them into fists. “When I was recovering, I realized I’d been away too long, that it was time for both of us to move on.”
She frowned in confusion. “Because you lost your friend?”
His voice took on a hard edge. “Because you have your life here, and I have another life. Why keep writing, hanging on to silly teenage dreams? Like you said, we were impulsive kids. We’re not anymore.”
His words sounded so harsh, so final. Alison tried to absorb what he was saying and the things he wasn’t saying. She had a feeling the parts he’d left out were as important as the things he’d openly revealed.
“When do you have to report back for duty?”
“In a month, but my enlistment time’s almost up.” He shifted, avoiding eye contact. “Mom’s pressuring me to come home and run the print shop, and with Dad gone and Vivi moving to Atlanta, I’m…I’m considering it.”
“What?” Alison couldn’t have been more shocked if he’d said he wanted to open a bridal shop. “But, Brady, you hated working there in high school, even for the summer. You never wanted to do anything but fly.”
“Like I said, Alison, things change. And so do people.”
Alison stared at him in confusion. Some things did change, but Brady giving up flying? He couldn’t have changed that much. Or could he?
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