The Deal Between us Pt. 03

Chapter 21

I wake to the sound of Adrian's snoring. It's dark in here, but that means nothing. When the light is off it feels like midnight even if it's noon. I'm still naked, draped in his shirt and jacket how I was when he left me to clean up. It feels like I've been sleeping for days, or maybe that is the effect of the sex afterglow. It feels right--him sleeping here with me, his chest against my back, his hand cupping my breast.

I don't know how long we've been curled together like this, but I don't want it to end. My fantasy of Adrian being this perfect man can just wrap itself around me as long as he is sleeping and I can stay immersed in the allusion. When he wakes, though, he's going to be the same pushy, demanding real estate mogul he's been the past month and a half, and even though I have made up my mind to sell to him after all, that isn't the person I want to be with.

I stare into the darkness, thinking of his ex-wife and how horrible of a person she must have been to lure him in and take all his money like that. It must have destroyed his heart, which is why he's so angry and bitter. Maybe it's why he acts so desperate to buy my property and expand his kingdom. If he lost almost everything, I can see why he'd be trying so hard to get it back. It also explains the room at the motel. There are super nice hotels in Johnson City, but maybe if she really did a number on him, he's become more frugal than his Rolex and BMW make it out to be.

Regardless, I'm helplessly in love with someone I can't be with. Maybe in five years, with therapy and anger management courses, but right now Adrian just isn't who I need. Or maybe he just needs a woman who is genuine to come in and love him to wholeness, but I'm not sure I have the capacity in me to do that for him. Not with having to move back to Johnson City alone and start over again. It will take everything I have in me to do it.

A man like Adrian--ambitious and driven--needs a woman along side him who can champion him and encourage his dreams. I'll be working long hours, run ragged by the end of each day, and have zero emotional energy left to devote to a relationship. At least until I find some way to really get back on my feet and mourn my parents properly. Gloria would let me stay with her and I could commute, but it'll be too difficult to watch this old place be torn down.

Maybe in ten or fifteen years, I'll visit and it won't hurt so much. But now my only task is surviving this basement encounter and finding out that number I need for Adrian. I guess if I'm going to sell anyway, there's no sense hanging on to that old door. I can't take it with me, and it'll be destroyed when the house is taken down. Maybe I'll donate it to the fire department, and Mark and his men can practice putting out a fire or something. I've seen them do that before.

Restless, I push myself up off the cot carefully, leaving Adrian covered in his jacket and shirt. I grope in the darkness too, searching for my clothing, only to find that he left them folded neatly and piled on a sheet of cardboard right next to the cot. It brings a warm feeling to my chest and tears to my eyes to know he's so thoughtful at times. How could his ex-wife not see that? How could she turn him into this monster of a man who has to control everything?

I dress quickly, quiet so I don't wake him up, and sneak up the steps. I don't hear Luna anywhere, but I peek out the hole in the door where the knob once was to see it's still daylight. I've been napping and he joined me, probably thanks to his own release of endorphins after sex. My body is tender there, where he filled me. I think about how amazing it was to crash into him like that, and how much I want to admit to him that I love him but he's so infuriating. I can't be with a man like that. I need peace and comfort.

Sitting on the top step, I smooth my hand over the wood of the old door, feeling the cracked peeling paint. Everything changed when Mama died. Nothing's been the same ever since. The town shifted, mourning and moving on, and even this house changed. They don't have the festivals here because no one is around to host them. No one has even tried to keep the property up. Daddy had to have been so depressed. It's like there is a huge hole in this town that can't be filled anymore, and maybe Adrian's shopping plaza can change that, replace something even if it's not the same.

The shopping center will be new and fresh, bring life back to Elizabethton the way it used to be. There's a whole new generation of young people turning to adults, choosing to make this place home. They deserve something this property in it's current state can't give them, and I've finally come to the decision that even Daddy would approve of it all. He'd hand me the keys and tell me to do whatever I think is best. It's the release I've been waiting for. My heart saying goodbye to the past once for all.

I sigh softly and lean against the door, feeling the heartbeat of this house. This place has existed for so long for one purpose--to bring the town together. I imagine new restaurants and pubs will do just that, even if it's not the same as a festival or town picnic. But things change, culture shifts, and maybe Adrian's dream for this little town is exactly what it needs.

The low rumble of Luna's growl shakes the door and I realize she's been lying up against it as I sit here thinking. I rise up and peek through the hole, attempting to see what's making her alert. She growls louder, and I see her ears pointed toward the front of the house. I can't hear a thing, but she's got better hearing than me. It raises my hopes though, especially when she disappears. Her nails clack on the floor loudly, but I hear the thump of a car door shutting.

"Oh god..." I stand quickly, and grip the handrail, rushing down the stairs. "Adrian!" My hand swipes at the air, groping in the darkness for the string to turn the light on.

"What?" he mumbles, rolling to his back with one leg bent, his knee sticking up in the air.

"Someone's here!" I snap, not meaning to sound angry, but it comes out that way. "We have to call for help."

He opens his eyes and blinks a few times. Then he furrows his eyebrows and sit sup, rubbing his face. "Someone's here? How do you know?"

And in answer to his question, Luna starts barking loudly. I grin at him and race up the stairs, pounding on the door and screaming for help. Adrian joins me a few seconds later, his shirt on, his jacket draped over his arm.

"Hey! Down here," he calls, buttoning the shirt up as he does.

"Help!" I bang the door, frantic to make as much noise as possible. I don't know why it's so important now, because I can just give Adrian the ax and let him go at it, but I continue banging and smacking the door.

"Thank god, I'm starving," Adrian grumbles and reaches up with his free hand to bang the door too. I'm not as hungry, but I'm glad someone is here too--probably Mark.

God I'm going to miss this...

Chapter 22

I throw my coat on while I'm screaming as loud as I can. Eden's jarring wakeup call made me grumpy at first, but knowing we are finally getting out of here makes my stomach come alive. It grumbles as I listen to her banging and the dog going crazy. I also hear a man shouting, and raise my voice louder. If this guy doesn't come around back and get us out, I'm getting that ax and going at this door like it or not.

"Hey! Down here!"

"Hello?" the man's voice is very distinct. I look through the knob hole and see Mark. He's wearing his fire chief uniform and holding his hat in his hand against his chest. "Eden?"

"Oh, Mark! Oh my god. I'm so glad you came. Can you get us out." She pushes me out of the way and looks through the hole. Luna's barking is gone now, but the sound is replaced with her nails on the floor again. She sounds happy, whimpering and clacking around.

"Looks like you're stuck good. I'll see what I can do."

"Oh god, thank you, Mark."

"Yeah, thanks, man," I add, tapping her on the shoulder. She straightens and I look through the hole. Mark wraps his arms around the thick limb and lifts, but I can see by the way his face turns red that it's wedged tight and he's straining. He's no spring chicken either. "Don't hurt yourself. Can you call someone with a saw or something?"

"Yeah, Mark," Eden calls. "Daddy has a saw in the bar but I'm not sure where."

Luna licks his hands furiously, and he pushes her away gently, but she returns instantly. "Looks like the dog needs fed. Are you guys okay? Do you have water?"

"We're alright, Mark. Mama's canned goods held us over." Eden sounds a little panicked, so I put my hand in the small of her back and peep though the hole to watch him. He fills a dish with water and then one with food from the bin near the back door. I'm surprised it's not soggy from rain.

"Oh thank god he came," Eden sighs and leans into me, as if some how something has changed between us. She's drawing comfort from me now.

I stand and nod at her, knowing this isn't the right time to talk to her about the house, but I do take her hand and look at her finger, now scabbed over and no longer in need of a bandage.

"It's healing too... See everything works out."

"Uh, yeah," she mumbles. "I have to pee." She walks away, and I don't know if I said something wrong, but I stand there by the door and hear her shut herself into the bathroom downstairs. I listen to Mark use his radio to call someone named Carl to bring chainsaws, then he walks toward the door. I hear his boots nearing me.

"Well, it sounds like Carl's on his way with a few other men. We'll have this limb out of here in no time."

"Thanks, Mark. How's the town? What sort of damage is there?" I lean against the wall, energized now that salvation is so close I can taste it.

"Well, Mr. Wolfe, it's not good. The north side of town go thit pretty hard. Several folks lost everything. Power's out to half of town and we need strong men to help clear debris. Right now roads are blocked to Johnson City still, so we're not getting help that way."

"God, that sounds awful." I think about what the property must look like and wonder how the house is even still standing. "Is everyone okay?"

"One fatality, in the shopping center. The roof went with the wind and Becky Burrows' body was found yesterday morning in her café. It's devastating for everyone. She was such a treasure." Mark sounds despondent as he continues. "And the entire plaza is a total loss. The town is going to suffer a lot now with the six remaining shop owners out. That means seven businesses lost."

My heart aches for Becky and her family, but a spark of hope ignites in my chest. I would never wish this tragedy on anyone; I'm not that heartless, but I know now the reason I came to this town. Fate has a funny way of weaving the threads of lives so intricately to position resources and people right where they're needed.

"Ah, sounds like the boys are here. We'll have you out in a jiffy." I hear Mark's boots clomp on the floor as he leaves the house and I lean against the door and wait.

Eden never returns to stand by me, and I wonder why she ran off. I stand listening to the chainsaws for at least twenty minutes, when she finally straggles up the steps. It looks like she's been crying and is trying to hide it. I open my mouth to ask her if she's okay, but the door swings open, and Mark stands in front of us smiling.

"So glad you two are alright. I was worried, Eden. Did he tell you about Becky?"

Eden's forehead creases and she shakes her head. "What happened?"

Mark's face falls and Eden's eyes erupt with tears again. She throws herself at him, and he holds her here in the doorway with Luna licking her leg. It's a somber moment. I've seen Eden in the café with Becky a few times, and I know how close the people of this town are. I don't want to interrupt this moment, so I hold my tongue, even though I'd like to get out to my car and get to town. I have to get a new phoen and call the realtor.

"I'm so sorry, honey." Mark holds Eden at arm's length and she swipes at her eyes, then scratches Luna.

"I'm so glad you came, Mark." He moves away and we follow him. I hear them chatting, and I notice the door knob lying on the floor. As I turn to shut the basement door behind me, I see small black lines drawn over it with dates next to them and my heart melts. This is why Eden didn't want the door to go. I feel like a jerk for pressuring her.

"Mr. Wolfe, we could really use your hand in town." Mark puts his hat on his head and nods at two men I vaguely recognize standing out back. "Lots of work to be done."

I glance at Eden and she frowns. "I was hoping to talk to you."

I feel stuck. I want to talk to her too, but it's already been three days since the storm. If the property owners of that plaza haven't moved yet, I may just be able to swoop in and make a killing on that property. Eden doesn't know what I'm doing for her yet, or how this will help everyone.

"Mark's right, Eden. They need help." I look up at her house and see it still standing, then glance out the kitchen window. "I think this place is intact. Maybe you should come with me and see if you can help too."

Eden looks around and her shoulders droop. "Yeah, I'll catch up. You go on." She looks hurt, but it's momentary. I have to strike while the iron is hot.

"Good, I'll see you in town then?" Keeping a hopeful tone, I smile at her and she nods. But even as I dash out the door and head to my car--thankfully not buried beneath a tree--I am already thinking of the next steps. She's going to be so happy.

Chapter 23

I stand in the living room with Luna at my heels watching Mark and Carl leave. Adrian left so fast it felt like he couldn't wait to get away from me. I'm happy to be out of the basement without having smashed the door but my heart is sad. I'm doing the right thing. I know it. It's right for me and it's right for this town, and it's right for Adrian. I just made this decision because I care about him.

In fact, I love him. A lot. I don't want to admit it to myself, but I do. I want to see him succeed, and I want to see him happy. The way his ex treated him makes me want to love him harder than I've ever loved anyone, to heal that place that got wounded. And the best way for me to do that is to move aside and let go of things. It will make him happy and show him that not all women are like her. That I'm not like her. I don't think it will make him want me any more than he does now, and maybe I'm wrong but I think he just likes the sex.

I sigh and walk away from the front window, heading for the back door. The screen door is trashed. Mark took it off the hinge and leaned it against the fence, but the inner door is intact. I don't think Adrian even got it shut when the wind forced us down into the basement. I close it as I step out, Luna racing on ahead of me. The fence is even intact, the branch narrowly missing it as it collapsed through my screen door and penned us in.

Sawdust and chunks of wood litter the backyard, but the guys did a good job of chopping the branch up and stacking it against the house. I'll have to thank them for doing it so well and keeping things tidy. I'll have a lot of work to do to get the smaller branches and leaves picked up, and my laundry is mostly gone, though a single pair of shorts clings to the chain link.

All in all, the house is untouched. A few shingles are scattered on the ground, but it's none the worse for wear. But as I round the corner of the house I see the barn and my heart sinks. It's completely flat. Hunks of plywood and barn siding lay around the main body of wood and debris. Daddy's truck is buried in it, and I know everything in it has been destroyed too. There's nothing left to do but clean it up and move on.

I'm standing here staring at the old barn where Daddy and I carved wood and built birdhouses for Mama when a car rolls up the driveway. It's Gloria, probably come to check on me after days of not answering my phone. I cross my arms over my chest and watch as Luna races out ot greet her, barking like usual.

Gloria climbs out of her car and keeps Luna at bay while she closes the door, and the minute she's got Luna under control, she rushes over to me. I hold my arms out for her, feeling the emotion of the past three days finally well up in my chest. I know I'm going to cry. Hearing about Becky was a crushing blow, but watching Adrian just rush off like I mean nothing to him was heart rending too.

"Oh, honey. Carl told Will and I feel so awful. I tried calling but I figured you were busy cleaning things up out here. I had no idea. I was helping with clean up in town and I should have paid better attention to you. I'm just not used to you being back in town."

She backs away and sees the tears leaking from my eyes and hugs me again. The soul bond we share is unmistakable. I know she senses it's more than the storm or Mama and Daddy, or even the barn.

"Hey, what is it? I'm here," she coos, rubbing my back. "It's okay."

I pull away and nod, wiping my eyes. I'm crying because I'm saying goodbye again. Goodbye to this house, to my family, my memories, and most of all Goodbye to Adrian. I'll always have Gloria, but I wont' always have this place to anchor me.

"Wow, that was an intense three days." I try to force a smile, and thankfully she ignores the fact that it's forced.

"Want help cleaning up?" she asks, nodding at the house.

"With that giant belly in the way?" I chuckle and shrug. "It's honestly just needing a good mop. I'm pretty sure Luna left landmines for me since she was out running free, but other than that, it's really just cosmetic."

"I'll have Will come out with his saw and help with the barn clean up. Who knows, insurance may even pay someone to do it." She stares at the pile of wreckage from the barn collapse and I can't even look at it again.

The memories will come flooding in and the tears will drown me this time. I can't stay here anymore, maybe not even tonight. It's what I do. I run. When I know there's a goodbye to be said, I just put up a wall and walk away. Why can't I ever just face this feeling and conquer it? Why is it so hard for me to let go?

"Yeah, that will be nice. I'll call the insurance company later. I'm sure they'll send someone out." The words are hollow. I won't do that, but she doesn't have to know that.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. Want to tell me what happened? I heard you were stuck with Mr. Hot Pants." She wags her eyebrows and I dismiss it with a wave of my hand.

"Just a lot of bickering and complaining. He's not as bad as I thought but definitely not the settling down type." I think of Adrian and his ex and how badly he was hurt and wonder if he will ever be the type to have a healthy relationship again if someone like me doesn't come along and smooth out those rough edges. He's got such a good heart--a heart I'm so in love with--but it just won't work out.

"Hmm... nothing spicy?"

His lips on mine, his hands on my skin--all the spice I will ever need every day the rest of my life, if only it worked that way. He only wants my body and my property. If he wanted anything else, he'd have told me down in that basement. I can't mistake his kindness when he bandaged my finger, or the way he caressed my back this morning fool me into thinking he is anything but a rich playboy. With a heart wound like that I can't even imagine him being the type of guy I need.

"If you consider him tearing his t-shirt to shreds to bandage my bleeding finger spicy, then yes." I hold my finger up so she can see the cut. It probably should have had stitches, but it's stuck together now and scabbed over. I should probably clean it really well and use some antibiotic ointment too, before it gets infected.

"Ah, that looks like a nasty one. Gosh, it sounds like it really was miserable."

"You can say that." I sigh and look down at my feet. "I should see to Luna. She's been ignored for three days and she hasn't really eaten. You call me and let me know what's going on in town."

"Oh it's incredible, Eden. Just like back in the day when your mom hosted the festivals. Everyone has chipped in and they're working together. I think this tornado may be the best thing that could have happened. Your mom would be proud."

Hearing about how the town is binding together makes me feel a little better about my choice to sell the house to Adrian. Maybe it really will all work out, just like Adrian said, but right now all I can see is the haze of my grief and it feels like I'll never be whole again.

"That's amazing." I yawn, and realize even after my nap, I'm still tired. "Think I might need to nap too. My days and nights must be mixed up."

"Alright, well if you want help just call me. I'll come right out and help you clean or whatever." She backs away and I wave.

"Alright, I'll let you know."

I don't even watch her climb into her car. I trudge back to the house feeling sorry for myself, and whistle for Luna to come. I'll need to call the bank or go in and visit Mr. Eckert. If I don't do it while I have the nerve to, I'll change my mind and that will really ruin things. If I have even a shred of a chance with Adrian, I have to follow through with my plan. I doubt it changes anything, and that's not the reason I'm doing it, but I have to try.

Chapter 24

The owner of this place walks beside me as we survey the damage. The entire roof is gone and all of the insides are destroyed. It would take a miracle for the building inspector to approve just putting a new roof on, and even if that were to happen, there would be millions in renovations to make the inside usable again.

"It's a total loss, in my opinion." The man, a short pudgy fellow with a thick southern accent, shoves his hands into his pockets. Hank gave me his number when I pushed him for information because he had none. I called and set up this meeting and the man drove in just to see the damage himself.

"So what will you do with it then?" This man was me in fifteen years if I wasn't careful, but I have no intention of doing what I know he's about to. My entire goal has been to upgrade towns with my resources, not leave them hanging. And of course to make some money in the process, but I was far too kind-hearted to write a place like this off. Shop owners lost everything in this storm.

"The only thing I can do. The building will be demolished. I'll probably turn it into a park or something." He shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly, as if a woman didn't die here trying to save her livelihood.

"What about selling?"

He turns toward me with one eyebrow raised. "To you?"

"Of course. I have been looking for a place to set up shop here and this is perfect. It's a great location and it will help the town after this tragedy." I match his posture, hands in pockets leaning on my heels. Mirroring a prospective seller's body language is a tactic my father used to use. I discovered when I do this, it puts them at ease and makes my job easier.

"But it will cost millions to do anything. My insurance would cover removal of debris for safety's sake, but you're looking at building an entire new plaza. Even the parking lot needs redone" His tone reveals his disbelief in the possibility but I'm not swayed.

"Yes, and I intend for a full two story parking garage below ground and a two story shopping mall above ground. I've had these plans laid out for months, sir. I'm very eager to move on this. If you aren't ready, I have another spot in mind." A spot I will never build on. Eden's heart is too precious to do that to her. And I've already taken care of that anyway. But this man doesn't need to know I'm just using another pressure tactic.

"I'm not sure. I was considering a park in honor of the shop owner who died." He grimaces and looks away, a counter move. I'm not sure I'm going to crack this guy now. He seems like a tough sell. I've seen men use this tactic too, positioning themselves for more money. That's all he's doing. I've thought about it too, and I will definitely dedicate this place to Becky in some way. But it doesn't matter what stunt he pulls, I'm here to buy.

"Cut to the chase, buddy. Are you selling or not?" When all else fails, just good old fashioned peer pressure is what it takes to get the job done. I look up at the building, just a skeleton of what it was only five days ago. It's going to hurt watching this place go, but it will be just what the people of Elizabethton need to come together after that storm. They'll see how it will benefit everyone, especially since this jerk only cares about himself and not the real needs of this town. They don't need another park. They need retail.

"Ten million dollars," he says, looking me dead in the eye.

It's an astronomical number and far over priced for the actual location. Eden's property would be worth that to me but not this place. Still, I'm ready to move and I'm not losing this shot. I thrust my hand out to shake his and say, "Deal. As long as your insurance covers the demolition and removal of the debris."

"You're serious?" He looks confused as his hand slowly extends toward mine to shake it.

"Dead serious. Come to town tomorrow and we'll meet at the bank to sign papers." I shake his hand vigorously, not even waiting for him to speak again, and turn and rush to my car.

Eden will be thrilled and I can't wait another second to tell her. Now that I know I have this place locked down and I can get started with my plans, I need to tell her the news about keeping her home. It'll be a stretch for me financially to do both projects, but I'm willing to bankrupt myself to help her.

I drive to her house as quickly as I can, but when I pull up and park, I don't see her car. Luna is in the front window barking like crazy, but there's no sign of Eden anywhere. And the barn still lays on it's side in pieces. I'm going to have to do something about that, as soon as I tell her the good news.

Chapter 25

Eckert types away at his computer furiously but has a scowl on his face. His forehead creases in deep furrows of concentration, and all I can do is wring my hands. I went through Daddy's files and as best I can tell, he owes less than ten thousand on the property. The amount of back taxes that have suddenly become less important since a tornado struck, will have to be factored in, and I just want to know if there are any other liens on the place or if that's it. I won't sell to Adrian for what I owe, but rather what it's worth, but the banker is having trouble accessing his files.

"It's got to be a glitch with the computer system. We've been having troubles since the storm." He looks up at me and sighs. "Hold on a second and I'll see if I can bring it up on one of the other computers. I'm really sorry, Eden." He stands and walks away and I sit quietly, feeling the full weight of grief on my soulders.

I haven't even properly grieved my mother and Daddy just died too. I'm losing the house and once it sells I'm not staying here. I have to leave. There's no way I will be able to face these people every day. There are too many memories in this town to keep living here.

Cars pass by outside and I watch them, recognizing most of their drivers at first glance. Twenty-four years of living here and my roots haven't changed. But sometimes a tree has to be uprooted and transplanted to thrive. That's what Adrian has been getting at this whole time. He knows my grief is tied to a structure that I'm holding onto. I need to move on and let the grieving happen, or I'll continue grieving the rest of my life.

I'll also grieve this little town too. Life in Johnson City is only twenty minutes away, but I have no friends or social life there. I won't be able to come back to hang out with Gloria much, and besides, she'll have yet another baby soon to keep her occupied. It just isn't the same. There won't even be anything here for me.

"Alright, well I've got some excellent news for you, Ms. Hartley." Eckert stands over me, hands clasped in front of himself with a stupid grin on his face.

"Good news?" I turn to face him, clutching my purse against my stomach. I'm not here for good news; I'm here for a detailed breakdown of how much I owe.

"Yes, it appears your accounts are all paid in full. The mortgage account is closed. You'll be receiving a deed in the mail. You'll want to keep that in a safe place. It will have your name on it, not your father's since he left it to you in his will. And the taxes are all paid up, even paid ahead a year."

Shock hits me and confusion sets in. At first I'm surprised, then it sinks in. Adrian did this. He's gone behind my back and paid everything off. I stand to my feet, reaching into my purse for the wad of cash I brought and flag it in his face.

"Paid off? That's impossible. I brought enough money to make a huge payment on the taxes. How can it be paid off?" This is not okay. I fully intended to sell to him but this is lowdown and dirty. I'm angry.

"I'm not sure, Eden. I just read the files..." Mr. Eckert looks painfully confused and I can't take it anymore. I storm out and climb in my car. If Adrian thinks he is going to push me around, he's getting nothing. My tires squeal on the pavement as I whip out of the parking spot and pull out onto the street.

I drive directly to the motel, but his car isn't here. It's infuriating. He has nothing better to do that bully me and throw money around like it grows on trees. Tears burn my eyes as I pull out and drive toward Gloria's house. I need someone to talk to before I go off on a bender or something. Three days in a basement with him, telling him about my family and he still doesn't respect me. And to think I thought I loved this man. I knew all he wanted was my body and the property.

Gloria isn't home either, and now I'm really distraught. She has to be out helping clean things up, and that's what I intended to do after I got done at the bank, but now I just want to go home and hide. This entire thing is hard enough without having to feel like a piece of trash on the bottom of Adrian's shoe. I sob so hard while I'm driving I have to slow down or risk an accident.

It isn't right what he's doing, and I don't know how to stop the cascade of thoughts burying me in waves of grief. I didn't figure I meant anything to him, but I hadn't realized I meant nothing at all. My chest felt like it was on fire and swelling inside my ribcage. My breathing was erratic and I stopped at the bottom of the hill before pulling up the driveway to wipe my tears. This is what a broken heart feels like. On top of all the loss already, I lost hope that he'd ever love me.

When I finally calm enough to drive up the driveway, I see his car. It's parked next to Mark's truck and Gloria's car. Carl's tow truck is here too. I have no clue what's happening and I'm so emotional I can't process the sight. Carl and Mark are working on the barn, and Gloria is shouting orders to them.

And Adrian is walking toward me with a huge smile on his face.

Oh god, I can't do this.

Chapter 26

I don't even give Eden a chance to open her car door. I walk to the driver's side and open it for her and she comes out with both barrels blazing.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Adrian! You went to the bank and thought you could go behind my back. You paid things off, for what? You think you own this place?"

Her ranting is complete with hands swinging, swatting at my shoulders and arms, and I pull her in and plant my lips on hers, taking her breath way. She continues to hit me but in the background I hear cheers and clapping. I kiss her until her struggling stops, and then I pull away from her, but keep her shoulders gripped in my firm grasp. Strands of her fiery hair fall in her angry eyes and she huffs, catching her breath.

"Would you shut up, woman? Give me a chance to explain."

Her forehead creases and she says, "Explain what? That you're taking over my land without my permission?"

"No, just listen." From the corner of my eye I see movement. Gloria and Mark stand a few yards away, and I hear more footsteps behind me. "The town needs this place more than even you need it. They have built their memories and lives around it too."

"So you'll turn it into a shopping plaza, big whoop. To think I thought I loved you." Eden pulls away and slams her car door shut, and I capture her wrist and pull her back into my arms.

"No. You're wrong. I'm turning this place into the icon this town remembers. We're going to bring it back to the charm of the day it was built, and it's being marked a historic landmark for Elizabethton."

"What?" she asks, staring at me with large green doe eyes.

"You heard me." My heart hammers against my ribs. I've been waiting to tell her this so long it physically hurts.

"Elizabethton," she says, emphasizing "beth."

I chuckle and ask, "What?"

"You always say 'Elizabethton' but it's 'Elizabethton." I hear Gloria snickering and then Mark busts out with a booming laugh as Eden throws her arms around me. "I was going to sell. I went to the bank to get a number and it was all paid off. And--"

"And I paid it off because I am head over heels in love with you and the only thing in the world I want is to see you smile." I breathe her in, relishing the scent of her lavender soap. God if she could only stay in my arms like this forever.

"You're what?" she whimpers and I know she's crying.

"I'm in love with you, Eden," I whisper into her ear and she sobs against my shoulder as I squeeze her tightly. "And I'm not leaving this town, however you pronounce it. I'm staying here. The plaza is a total loss. I bought it too. I'll rebuild and make it bigger and better for all the shop owners."

"Oh, Adrian," she mewls, pulling back far enough to cover my lips with hers again and kiss me. The onlookers cheer and clap but they don't exist in this space between us.

I cup her cheeks and pull her so close I can feel her breath on my face. "You are the most head-strong, stubborn, foolish woman I know at times, but your passion and beauty just got me hooked. I want to know everything there is about you and this town, and this homestead you're so damn adamant to keep."

Her chuckle warms my heart, and she swipes at her eyes as I let her go. "But first we have a property to fix up. With only a few days until the Fourth of July festival. It will take a small army to get the work done."

She looks up at where Mark and the others are gathered. "What?"

"The parks are inundated with downed trees. There is no place to host the festival." Mark's gruff pronouncement is the reason why it was called off. "Except this place... If you'll have us. It'll mean no fireworks, but the town could use a touch of cheer right now, and I can't think of any better place than home."

Gloria squeals and claps and the gasps and touches her large belly. Her eyes go wide and she says, "Baby approves!"

Eden laughs and turns back to me. "You did all this for me?" The tears don't stop even when I dry them. More just keep coming, and for once they're tears of happiness.

"Every bit of it. When you let loose on me in that basement, I knew this place wasn't just a crutch you were clinging to in order to avoid grieving. It's a treasure both to you and this town. I would be a fool to demolish it in the name of capitalism. Besides, how else am I supposed to win your heart and make you fall for me?"

The others are watching us, but I can't care about that right now. This moment has been building in me for days. And the woman of my dreams is here in my arms, and if she doesn't reciprocate my affection, I think maybe I'll throw in the towel for good.

"God, you're such a cocky, arrogant playboy, but I'll be damned if you didn't set up camp in my heart." She smiles through her tears. "I'm so in love with you, Adrian. I intended to sell this place. You deserve a woman who champions you and encourage your dreams. What your ex did to you is detestable, and while I don't know that I'm the perfect woman, I sure as hell want to try to be for you."

We seal our confessions of love with another kiss and this time when I pull away she takes my hand and we walk toward the others. Gloria wraps her in a hug and Mark shakes my hand. I still need to learn the names of everyone else in this town if I'm going to fit in, but something tells me I have the best guide in town right here next to me.

"Well, son, I wasn't real sure about you from the beginning but I think Eden's pappy would approve. Just know if you break her heart you're going to have about fifty strong men ready to hunt you down." Mark's firm grip remains on my hand as he speaks, and I notice the man they call Carl standing with arms crossed over his broad chest eyeing me.

"You have nothing to worry about. Between Eden's temper and Luna, I think they're well equipped to keep me in line." I grin but Eden slaps my arm again and takes a turn hugging Mark too.

We have a lot to get done in a short amount of time, but I have it on good authority that within the hour, dozens of volunteers wanting to see the festival go on will descend--or ascend--on Eden's property to help prepare. This festival will be one for the record books, in more ways than one. And I can't wait to be a part of it.

Chapter 27

The house still needs so much work, thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours, but the property is shaping up. All of the downed limbs have been removed. The barn debris and all of the contents have either been burned, sorted, or disposed of properly. Daddy's old truck still sits there, a little dented but intact, as a monument to his life, and I stand near the front porch feeling more loved than I have felt in a long time.

"It's something else, huh? How they all come together in a crisis like this." Adrian joins me, resting his hand in the small of my back. There's dirt smudged on his face and his five o'clock shadow looks more like midnight. He's handsome even with a burlier appearance.

"It really is. It's one of the things I adore about this town, though their come-togetherness often means gossip. But you don't get the strength of the ox without the mess in the stall."

"Hmm, the old proverb. My Nanny Smith used to tell me proverbs when she was trying to make a point." He tickles my side and I squirm, laughing, but a sudden pop of a walnut on the driveway makes me turn to see who else has decided to come help out.

Except when the big black pickup truck rolls around the bend and makes its appearance, I shudder in fear. The man is back and last time he was less than pleasant.

"Stay behind me," Adrian says, trying to tuck me behind his back, but I can't let him do that. I need to stand up for myself and that means facing this head on. Daddy may have had debt but it's not an official loan and there's no lean on the property. This guy took a risk loaning the money to him, but he's gone now and there's no way for anyone else to pay it back.

The guy slides out of his truck, slamming the door, and walks casually up to me. His eyes scan the surroundings. There's more than forty men here, all working hard to make sure the place is ready for Friday night's celebration. He has to know what he's up against coming into a tight-knit community like Elizabethton and throwing his weight around.

"Ms. Hartley, I believe we had a deal. That you were going to pay me what I'm owed." He spits a wad of chewing tobacco onto my driveway and I cringe.

"No, sir. We didn't have an agreement like that. Your business was with my father. He's no longer here. You're taking a loss." I fold my arms over my chest and plant my feet firmly on the pavement. He can't intimidate me anymore. Every time I cower to this asshole he appears stronger and I appear weaker. Well I'm not backing down now.

"You understand who I am and what I do when I don't get paid." He steps right up to me and squares his chest, standing toe to toe. His tobacco breath is enough to gag me, and I cough a little. "Pretty thing like you, it'd be a shame if someone did somethin' awful to ya."

I don't even get a chance to reply to him. Someone grabs my arm and yanks me backward. I stumble and almost fall, but feel strong arms brace me. Adrian growls out something unintelligible, and suddenly the men of this town flock around me.

"Now, you listen to me, sir. In this town, we watch out for each other. Mr. Hartley might have had a deal with you, but Eden isn't a part of that. She owes you nothing. Your business isn't even legal, and if you come around here again, we'll see to it that the IRS and perhaps even the state of Tennessee come after you for however many crimes we can dig up on you." Adrian takes my place squaring off with the man as Mark pushes me farther into the throng of men.

All of them have surrounded me, and each of them takes a turn pushing me closer to the house. They move as a singular unit, protecting me in a way that would make Daddy proud and honored to have called them his friends. I watch Mark stand shoulder to shoulder beside Adrian. Carl joins them, then Will, then even Mr. Eckert. They all stand up for me, and the few women who are present join me in standing on the front porch where we have the vantage point to see everything.

"You think you're all pretty tough, but this little lady has to sleep at night and the likes of you won't be around to protect her then." His angry glare and the way his chest puffs out don't seem to intimidate any of the men.

"Eden knows how to handle a gun real well, and I think there's about a dozen men who would gladly let her borrow one." Mark looks down his nose at the man, head tilted back just enough to be cocky. "So why don't you just get on out of here and not come back. Because if you do, you'll have to go through all of us to get to her."

The man shakes his head, looks up at me with hatred in his eye, and returns to his truck, which slowly backs down the drive. There's no space up here to turn around with so many cars and trucks. The collective waits for the man to be gone, and one by one they approach me, offering handshakes and hugs, along with offers of support and protection if needed. I'm certain they'd even create a rotating schedule of men willing to sleep on my sofa just to make sure I'm safe.

The last one to approach me is Adrian, his expression still stern. Gloria whispers her bit of comfort before escaping to give us privacy. Adrian mounts the stairs with concern in his eyes, and takes my hand.

"That man scares me. I think I should stay here." He kisses my fingers one by one and then cups my cheek.

"Yeah? Well I have a really comfy cot in the basement if you're interested." I grin at him and he scoffs.

"Well, does it come with canned pears and tomatoes? Because if so, it's a deal."

I lean down and kiss him, then wrap my arms around him. "I would love nothing more than for you to stay with me. That hotel is crappy, and you have to use a public laundromat to do your clothes."

"Plus there's no sexy women to pick a fight with that ends up in--"

"Adrian!" I hiss and he leans in to kiss me again, grinning against my mouth. "What do you say we chase these helpful people off the property so we can be alone?"

"And by alone you mean me you and Luna?"

He offers a cringing expression but I know he's being playful. "As long as I get to share your bed, not her."

"Time to go!" I holler, smirking.

Thirty minutes later, we've finally ushered the last few helpers off the property and we're standing on the front porch waving as the final car drives off. Adrian's arm is around my waist, and it feels natural. Their help managed to transform the overgrown pastures and tree lines into something Mama would have been proud of. Over the next few days I'll have big top tents being erected, porta potties installed, and all the games and prize vendors will arrive. But for now it's just me, Adrian, and one very peppy German shepherd.

"Now, where were we?" he asks, turning me to kiss me hard.

"I believe we were headed to bed, sir." I take him by the hand feeling butterflies in my stomach. I know what to expect, and how much I'll enjoy it, but this time is different.

The chemistry is here, and the passion--even without the preceding bickering match--but this time something else is here too. His love confession changed everything for me. All of the doubt I had about him and his motives was all wrong. Maybe in the beginning I was right about what he wanted, but something changed in that basement inside both of us.

"Good girl, Luna," I whisper as we pass through the living room and she doesn't launch onto Adrian. Even they've gotten an understanding over the past twelve hours. He knows she just wants to play, and she knows she can't play with him all day.

He follows me up the steps to my old room, passing Mama and Daddy's bedroom door. I can't go in there yet, but with Adrian's help I will someday. Everything will need remodeled and that means sorting through their things.

I barely get the door open when he's pawing at me, tearing at my clothing. He shuts the door with a foot as he undresses me and I turn and let him peel my soiled clothing off, and tear at his clothes too. Knowing how he feels about me makes this so much more intense. I feel vulnerable in a new way with him, and I like it. It feels safe.

Without a word, Adrian throws me on the bed and pins me against it with his strong arms. His mouth is on mine as we kiss fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth and messing with my senses. I moan into the kiss, feeling his rough hands roam all over my body--grabbing my ass, squeezing my breasts. It feels so good being manhandled by him like this. Powerful yet tender at the same time. His fingers trail down to my wet core and part my folds, sending shivers of delight through me.

He groans into the kiss as my warm, pink folds are revealed to his eager fingers. Slowly working his way down my body, he lowers his head and takes a long lick from my entrance up to my clit, breathing heavily against my overheated skin. He pushes his tongue inside me in one swift motion, and I gasp at the exquisite feeling. He starts moving it in circles, making lewd noises of approval at the taste of me. It feels so damn good I can barely contain myself.

"Oh god, yes..." I moan. My hands clench in the sheets as I arch my back, urging on.

His hot breath sends shivers down my spine as he teases my sensitive flesh with soft licks and suction, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves just right, eliciting loud moans from deep within me. His hands roam down my thighs, squeezing them lightly before pushing them apart, exposing my needy core further. I feel firm fingers caress the soft hairs surrounding my entrance, making me shiver in anticipation of what's to come.

"Wow, you taste amazing," he growls, and I shudder as his fingers tease my entrance, pushing in only slightly.

"Yes, oh please, yes."

I open up to him as his finger slides inside me, and I groan at the sensation. As his second finger joins the first, his thumb rubs against my clit in a quick, circular motion that sends shockwaves through my body. My hips budk off the bed in response. My walls clench around his fingers as if begging for more, and I hear him growl in approval. One more finger joins the rhythm, filling me to the brim and I writhe beneath him as he slowly works his way toward my lips, his fingers still working me.

"Shit, it's so good. Yes, like that," I pant, as he stretches up to kiss me. I taste myself on him, and it makes me want him inside of me, but before that can happen, my coil snaps. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. His mouth on mine as I cry out, my body tensing and shuddering violently around his fingers.

When the orgasm passes, he nestles himself between my thighs, letting his girth slide through my slit. "I'm taking you bare, because you are mine now." His gruff manner, and the way he commands me makes me want him even more. I grab his hips and pull him closer, needing him closer, and feel his rigid length rub against my swollen folds. I gasp and arch into the feeling, wanting more. He chuckles darkly, a low rumble in his throat that makes my heart race.

His hands find their home on my hips, holding me down as he positions himself at my entrance. One firm thrust, and he's sheathed inside of me, filling me up completely. It feels so good, so right. He starts moving slowly, pushing deeper with each stroke, his hips grinding against mine in a rhythm that matches the pulse I gasp as he pushes into me, feeling the head of his cock brushing against my cervix for the first time, stretching my tight channel. He grunts in satisfaction and begins to move into mine with a thunderous force.

His free hand finds its way to my breast, pinching the nipple hard, making me gasp and arch upwards into him. My body adjusts to his girth remarkably well, taking every inch of him. He continues to own me, taking me forcefully while I surrender to his every touch, feeling the power surge through my veins. My moans fill the room as he thrusts harder into me, hitting my G-spot with each powerful stroke. It feels so good, so dirty and raw. His lips are on my neck, teeth scraping against the tender skin as he growls against me. His thrusts become faster, harder, and I feel like I'm barely keeping up with him as he takes control of the rhythm.

The bed squeaks beneath us as we move in sync, and I moan into his kiss, my hips grind upward to meet his as he plunders my body like a conqueror. The way he fills me is nothing short of divine, stretching and claiming what is now his completely. With each forceful push, I feel myself being taken, possessed by him.

"I love you," I moan, feeling my body close to climax again. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and my pussy clenches around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice husky with desire. "I can't believe I finally have you."

Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making my body shudder and tremble beneath him as orgasm crashes into me. His movements are deliberate, driving me to pleasure, and joining me in it. I feel his hot explosion filling me and I claw at his hips, and it's nothing short of miraculous, feeling him fill me.

He slows and pins me down again, then kisses my forehead and pulls out rolling off of me and pulling me into his chest. We lie here panting, damp with perspiration, and tangled together in the most intimate way. Saying nothing, he kisses my shoulder and I feel him relax behind me.

He's everything that I'm not--wealthy, successful, and powerful. We couldn't be farther apart in status, but he claims to love me. If his acts today are any indication of how he truly feels, I think I can let myself trust him. Part of me is still leery, but I want so badly for all of this to be true. For him to stay.

Only time will tell.

Chapter 28

My car climbs the hill, backseat full of hot pizzas--four hundred dollars' worth to be exact. The festival starts in just a few hours and the planning committee is rushing around doing final preparations before people arrive. When Eden messaged me and asked me to stop and get the pizzas from the tavern, I volunteered, but as I crest the hill and round the bend, I see why she asked.

The upper pasture is a third full of cars already, reserved for parking for the day, while the lower pasture, is loaded full of festival games, vendors, food trucks, rides, and prize booths. Nearly fifty people loiter around carrying things to and fro, and the nice memorial we set up near the sight of the old barn, is a great touch.

Eden rushes out to the car as I pull to a stop near the barn area, followed by three young men who look eager to help. I open the door and climb out, accepting a peck on the cheek, and she pats my belly.

"Glad you're here. These are for the volunteers to eat before things get started." She turns to the boys and says, "You guys carry them down to the dining tent and let everyone know food's here. And you--" she points at the oldest looking of the crew "--go park Adrian's car up the hill."

"But..." I protest as she drags me away from my BMW. The thing cost seventy thousand dollars, and that kid looks like he's still potty training.

"Tim is a valet in Johnson City. You're car is in good hands. There's someone I need you to meet." Eden pulls me by the wrist toward the house, and I get the feeling this is what life with her will be like. I'm not altogether displeased by it, but I watch as my car rolls away, hoping he takes good care of it.

Inside the house, she ushers me down into the basement. The new knob is in place, though the door needs a good coat of paint to protect the wood. Things have changed very little in here, over the past three days, we've lain awake at night talking about how renovations will go. She wants it all original and I don't blame her, but I know somethings need updated--like the electricity.

"Aunt Peggy!" she calls, descending the stairs into the tomb of our love. We really connected down here and yesterday we came down here to have sex on the cot, just to recreate that moment. Though, Eden insists it was to count how many jars of canned goods we had to see if we could serve her mother's pears at the festival.

"Yes, dear."

My feet hit the bottom step and I see one of the most beautiful older women I've ever seen standing with a large box of canned pears in her arms. Eden looks strikingly like her, though she has silver hair and crows feet that don't match Eden's features.

"This is Adrian. He's the one I told you about." She turns to me and says, "This is my Aunt Peggy. She flew in from Charlotte to help, just like when Mama was alive. She's my Daddy's sister."

"I can see the resemblance. It's so nice to meet you Peggy. I've heard nothing about you, but if you're anything like Eden, I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

"Good boy." She grins, winks at Eden and says, "You carry these. You're stronger than me." And in that single interaction I know exactly who this woman is. I chuckle and take the box which is shockingly heavier than it looks. Peggy is one strong old bird. "Eden, you get that one, and I'll take the last few jars. We need to get these out to the men."

"Yes, ma'am." Eden hoists her box and rests it on her hip, then nods at the stairs.

So I don't start off my relationship with Eden's family on the wrong foot, I do as I'm told, though I'd have done it without being ordered. We climb the stairs and head out to the pasture. Luna, with a brand new training collar on, follows behind us, wagging her tail and panting. The collar was my idea, so she can learn to stay put on the property and have freedom to roam. And Eden won't have to worry about her running off and getting lost.

Once the canned goods are delivered, I notice Hank approaching. He's been looking into a small ranch home in town for me, and I'm eager to hear his news. Eden is busy organizing food, so I take a moment to step aside and speak with him.

"Hey, Hank. Any update?" The little ranch home is perfect for me. Small and simple, but updated. And since it's only me, the one-bedroom layout is perfect.

"Hi, Adrian. Yes, I have a number. Lit looks like sixty-five thousand will buy you the home. And the sellers are motivated." His firm handshake seals the deal for me. I'm motivated too. Getting a place here in town means I'll be closer to Eden and we can investigate what's going on between us more fully.

"What?"

I turn to see a confused look on Eden's face. She crosses her arms over her chest and cocks her head.

"Mr. Wolfe here is looking to buy a home in town. It's perfect for him, centrally located, and priced to move." Hank is ever helpful, but it brings a frown to Eden's face. Which makes me question my choice.

"Adrian, you're staying?" I wasn't expecting that.

"Uh, yeah. I'm staying. I just didn't figure I'd be invading your space permanently." I shrug and press my palms together as her face contorts.

"Excuse me, Hank. I need a moment with Adrian." Eden grabs my wrist and once again pulls me away, but this time she pulls me toward the tree line, far away from the others. Luna is on our heels again, lapping at my free hand.

"What gives?" I ask, playfully protesting her.

"Adrian, you're buying a house? I didn't think you were even going to stay in Elizabethton. Your car is so fancy. You have so much money. I figured you'd just do what you came to do and move on to the next small town." Her expression is serious, and I see a hint of excitement mingled with fear. I can't read her right now and I have no idea what she's thinking.

"Eden, when I said I love you I meant it." I step closer, though Luna positions herself directly between us so all I can do is hold Eden's hand. "I'm not going anywhere. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You saw me at my worst and tried to comfort me. I'm not worth that, but you chose to do it. Besides the fact that you are the most stunning and intelligent woman I've ever met. The only way I'm leaving this town is if you and your posse of country gentlemen run me out."

She throws her arms around me and Luna growls before wriggling her way out of the tight embrace. I hug her and hold her tightly to my body. Her heart is racing, and I gather that it's not excitement over the festival today.

"Oh gosh, Adrian," she mewls, pulling back so she can kiss me. The kiss is deep and long, nurturing a deep intimacy between us. I can't help grabbing her ass too, just because.

"I could never leave you."

"Then don't."

"I just said I'm not," I chuckle.

"I mean, don't leave." Her expression sobers. "Don't leave the homestead. Don't leave here. Don't buy that home, Adrian. Live with me. Stay here with me. I already own the place; there's more than enough room. We're in love, and if it doesn't work out, then you can buy a place."

I search her eyes, wondering how serious she is about this. Because I'd much rather sleep in her bed every night holding her than alone in a tiny home that's cold and lonely.

"Are you serious? I mean, we have these deep feelings for each other, but we barely know each other. You've seen I'm a slob...." She laughs heartily and shakes her head.

"And I'm a neat freak, so it works out. You'll finally have someone to clean up after you." She pecks me on the lips again. "It's settled. Tell Hank you'll pass on the home. You're living here."

"So I get no say now?"

She walks off and I grin as I follow her, weaving through the tents as she barks orders to volunteers. Her butt shakes as she walks and I check her out. I can almost imagine he mother being the same way, commanding and in charge, while still needing the support and love of a strong man to cherish her.

God, will I cherish this woman the rest of my life.

Epilogue

The creak in the floorboard near the front door remains, long after the home has been renovated. Adrian likes it, says it adds charm to the place. We spent the past fourteen months renovating after Adrian sent for his things and got moved in. I'm glad the contactors aren't' coming and going anymore, but that chaos has been exchanged for the business of our fall festival, once again being hosted on my property. And this year will be special, as Mark plans to officially declare the Hartley Homestead as a historic place in Elizabethton.

I stand by the mirror, tugging the thick blue sweater over my head as I prepare to join everyone out on the low pasture for smores and a singalong before tonights hayride. I watched out the bedroom window earlier as Adrian took part in the strong man competition. All those guys with their sweaty bodies and calloused hands is a sight to behold, but my eyes are for him alone.

"Think he'll like it?" Gloria asks, fixing the collar of the sweater. She and I traveled to Johnson City last week to buy it, though I think a green sweater would look nicer and compliment my eyes, but Adrian insists blue is my color. I'm just glad he actually stuck around once he got his shopping plaza up and running. I'd had my concerns and reservations even after he told me multiple times he was staying. I just didn't believe someone like him could love someone like me I guess.

"He said blue, so I hope so." I smile at her reflection in the tall gilt mirror. Adrian took special pains to have Mama's old mirror restored and polished for me. He gave it to me as a gift on the one-year anniversary of the tornado that serendipitously brought us together in my basement.

"You look good, girl." She grabs her boobs and her eyes go wide. "Aw crap, Will's gonna be complainin' about the baby bein' hungry. I gotta scoot. See you out there!" She picks up her jacket and rushes out and I chuckle at her and turn back to the mirror.

Motherhood is something I want someday, but given the things I'm seeing Gloria go through postpartum, I'm content to wait a while for that journey to start.

I fluff my hair and put on a coat of lip gloss, smacking my lips, before grabbing my own jacket and heading out too. Everything feels the same, like home, but it's all fresh and new. Walls have been updated from plaster to drywall and painted. The wood trim has all been sanded and refinished. And despite a bit of bickering with Adrian about the state of the kitchen, he convinced me to do updates instead of restorations. I am the proud owner of a smart kitchen with new cabinetry, plumbing, smart appliances, and beautiful laminate flooring.

I was touched when Adrian brought in a expert to restore the door to the basement. He remastered the growth lines on the door which still brings me to tears when I stand and look at it. I remember watching Daddy make those lines to measure my height and I will never be able to thank Adrian enough for preserving those memories for me.

Sliding my arms into my jacket, I step out the front door into the chilly autumn air. The entire property has been transformed just the way it was in my childhood, except I'm the host now and Mama's memory is fading everywhere but in my heart. Daddy's barn has been rebuilt, though modernized to include a small museum of his personal things, displayed and labeled for anyone who wants to have a look. And I won the argument with Adrian about restoring the old pickup truck, so it has a nice patina on it now too.

"Hey, Eden! I've been waiting for you." Adrian waves at me from down by the barn where he stands shooting the breeze with Carl. I find it sweet that Carl is now dating one of my former friends from high school. Though she moved to Roan Mountain right after graduation, they have found a love connection, and Adrian made fast friends with them.

I walk up the drive, also freshly paved. Adrian had them install heat lines beneath it too, so he can still drive his BMW up the hill in winter. Though, he did buy a large pickup for himself after he learned we need to chop and haul wood for the house. Heated flooring in the house is nice, but nothing compares to a toasty fire crackling, especially around the holidays. They were hard too, but Adrian was there to comfort me though them.

"Hey, guys." I offer a hug to Carl, then Stephanie, and saved the warmest hug for the man I love. I peck him on the lips and hold him by the shoulders. I'm already shivering. His nose is rosy from being in the chilly air.

"Want to do a hayride with us? I hear Mark is really making them wild this year." Carl's rumbling baritone forces me to look away from Adrian and I grin.

"Doesn't he always?"

Mark, the official tractor driver for this festival, has had too many years off duty. I'm sure he's living it up being back behind the wheel for this thing. When I announced last spring that we would be hosting all the festivals the way Mama and Daddy always did, the entire town pitched in with the renovations and remodeling in order to make sure things were done on time.

"Things really came together out here," Stephanie mewls, looking up at the house.

The sagging porch no longer sags, and the paint is no longer peeling off the siding. The roof has brand new shingles and the porch is covered in fall décor. The only thing that's different is the chain link fence around the backyard. We took it out and trained Luna to stay nearby.

"Yeah, I think it turned out great," I say, holding Adrian in a side hug. He puts his arm around me and kisses my temple.

"Let's get down to the hayride before that tractor takes off. And after that we can have some cocoa and cookies near the fire." Adrian holds me to his side as he starts walking, and my eyes drift across the lower pasture where more than half the town mills about. This festival has always been a hit and it warms my heart to see everyone fall right back into the routine and enjoy themselves after the few years off.

We climb aboard the wagon and find a free bale of straw to sit on. Mark has plenty of blankets to keep us warm and spooking music play to keep us in the spirit of fall fun. Adrian lets me snuggle in beside him, while Carl and Stephanie find a spot to sit at the other end of the wagon. There are a half-dozen children with us too, but it's cozy, and Mark pulls the tractor out once we're all seated and comfortable.

"So what do you think about all this?" Adrian asks, and I know he means everything--the festival, the renovations, living with him, the fact that that loan shark never did come back.

"I am content," I tell him, following Mama's pattern of not being overly zealous about things, while not undervaluing them either.

"Yeah, I guess that's a perfect way to look at it." He sighs and pulls me closer. His body heat keeps me warmer than the blanket and I find myself wishing we had a bit more privacy. Children's eyes glance at us every so often, which means we have to keep this hayride PG.

"Thank you," I tell him quietly, feeling the intimate bond we have rising up.

"For?"

"For doing all this. For choosing me and understanding my heart. Thank you for staying." I touch his face lightly and feel the stubbled hair on his jaw. If it weren't for Adrian, I wouldn't be here in Elizabethton. In fact, I may be farther away than even Johnson City. He has helped me through my grief this past year in ways I know I could never have done myself.

"You don't have to thank me, Eden. That's what love does." His soft kiss draws a few snickers from kids near us, and I grin against his lips. "Now, I have something I want to say to you."

I pull away so I can look him in the eye and he puts his hand in his pocket. I just pull my hands up my sleeves to keep them warm, and I'm shocked when he pulls a ring box out of his pocket and opens it, then holds it in front of me. The evening has the sun fading and the light dying, but I see clearly the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

"Adrian, how did you get this?" I take the box and hold it up, taking in every single detail of the gold ring. It's my mother's wedding ring. "I thought she was buried with this."

Adrian shakes his head. "Mark and I had a chat. Apparently, your father was saving this for you. He didn't allow them to bury her with it. He stored it in the house for a while, and when he thought he'd die and not be able to give it to you, he asked Mark to make sure you got it. I guess he was worried the loan shark would steal it or something."

Tears well up in my eyes and I close the box and clutch it to my chest. This is the most precious gift anyone could give me.

"Oh, no, ma'am," he says, taking the box back. He opens it and holds it up.

"What?" I ask, confused.

The tractor and wagon roll over a bump and we almost knock heads, but Adrian's fast reflexes have him on one knee in front of me in the hay and a round of gasps meet my ears.

"Eden Hartley, I've spent the past year getting to know how infuriating and frustrating and bossy you are, and I am so smitten I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you and having makeup--" He glances at the kids and clears his throat. "Dinners....." His broad grin makes me chuckle through my tears. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh Adrian," I murmur. Then I stop and think for a second. "You had a chat with Mark?"

Adrian's belly laugh almost make shim drop the rink into the hay. That would be fun. "Yes, I did. I figure your daddy's not around to ask for his blessing, and Mark looks out for you like a father, so he's the next best thing."

"And he gave you his blessing to marry me?" The snickers don't stop, and I can't help but laugh with them.

"Well, is that a yes or a no? Are we gonna fight this out too?" I love his smile and his eyes, and the way he pisses me off yet holds me together. He snores like a freight train, and his feet smell like a hog farm. He's a slob, but I love cleaning up after him. Day and night I think of him and me, and a family, and Luna has even come around completely. I can't imagine someone I'd want to marry more than him.

"Yes." I reach for the box and he pulls it away.

"You really want to fight it out?" he asks, closing the box, and I shake my head while snickering.

"No, I mean, yes I'll marry you." I reach for the box but he tickles me and I can't help but squeal and writhe around on the straw. The kids all laugh at us, as do Carl and Stephanie, and I manage to wrestle him off.

"Just give me the ring before I change my mind." I reach for it again and this time he opens it and slides the ring on my finger. It's a little tight, might have to be resized, but it's perfect. I hug him and this time he's not even shy about pulling me in for a kiss and all the kids make their disgust known.

"Ew!"

"Get a room."

"Oh gross!"

Their comments make us both smile and Adrian takes his seat next to me, putting his arm around me again. The renewed warmth isn't just in my body. Adrian warms my soul and makes me want to be a better person for him. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life, and I think it will only get better with time.

Everything always works out. Just like he said. And Sometimes it's better than you can even imagine, if you just wait for the right person to come along.