She sniffed, getting flustered with herself. “Why am I crying? What is wrong with me? I’m not even surprised. Nothing they do surprises me anymore!”
“Two days ago, we thought they were dead. Now, Abby is Travis’s wife … and you just met my parents for the first time. It’s been a big weekend, baby. Don’t beat yourself up.”
I touched her hand, and she seemed to relax, but it didn’t last for long before she bristled.
“You’re related to her,” she said. “I’m just the friend. Everyone is related but me. I’m an outsider.”
I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her into my chest, kissing her hair. “You’ll be part of the family soon enough.”
She pushed me away, another bothersome thought floating around in her pretty little head. “They’re newlyweds, Shep.”
“So?”
“Think about it. They’re not going to want a roommate.”
My eyebrows pulled in. What the hell am I going to do?
As soon as the answer popped into my mind, I smiled. “Mare.”
“Yeah?”
“We should get an apartment.”
She shook her head. “We’ve talked about this.”
“I know. I want to talk about it again. Travis and Abby eloping is the perfect excuse.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
I watched patiently while the possibilities swam behind her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up more every second.
“It’s exciting to think about, but in reality—“
“It’ll be perfect,” I said.
“Deana will hate me even more.”
“My mom doesn’t hate you.”
She eyed me, dubious. “Are you sure?”
“I know my mom. She likes you. A lot.”
“Then let’s do it.”
I sat in disbelief for a moment and then reached for her. It was already surreal—the fact that, all weekend, she had been in the home where I’d grown up, and now, she was sitting on my bed. Since the day we’d met, I’d felt like reality had been altered. Miracles like America just didn’t happen to me. Not only had my past and unbelievable present intertwined, but America Mason had just agreed to take the next step with me. Calling it a big weekend would be an understatement.
“I’m going to have to find a job,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I have a little money saved up from fights, but considering the fire, I don’t see any fights happening anytime soon, if ever again.”
America shook her head. “I wouldn’t want you to go anyway, not after the other night. It’s too dangerous, Shep. We’re going to be attending funerals for weeks.”
Like a bomb, her words blew away all the excitement from our discussion.
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“Don’t you have a house meeting tomorrow?”
I nodded. “We’re going to raise money for the families and do something at the house in honor of Derek, Spencer, and Royce. I still can’t believe they’re gone. It hasn’t hit me yet, I guess.”
America chewed on her lip and then put her hand on mine. “I’m so glad you weren’t there.” She shook her head. “It might be selfish, but it’s all I can think about.”
“It’s not selfish. I’ve thought the same thing about you. If Dad hadn’t insisted I bring you home this week … we could have been there, Mare.”
“But we weren’t. We’re here. Travis and Abby eloped, and we’re moving in together. I want to think happy thoughts.”
I began to ask a question but hesitated.
“What?”
I shook my head.
“Say it.”
“You know how Travis and Abby are. What if they split up? Where would that leave you and me?”
“Probably letting one of them crash on our couch and listening to them argue in our living room until they got back together.”
“You think they’ll stay together?”
“I think it’ll be rocky for a while. They’re … volatile. But Abby’s different with Travis, and he’s definitely different with her. I think they need each other in, like, the most genuine way. You know what I mean?”
I smiled. “I do.”
She looked around my room, her eyes pausing on my baseball trophies and a picture of my cousins and me when I was around eleven.
“Did they just kick your ass all the time?” she asked. “You were the little cousin of the Maddox brothers. That had to be just … crazy.”
“No,” I said simply. “We were more like brothers than cousins. I was the youngest, so they protected me. Thomas sort of babied Travis and me. Travis always got us in trouble, and it would be his ass. I was the peacekeeper, I guess, always petitioning for mercy.” I laughed at the memories.
“I’m going to have to ask your mom about that sometime.”
“About what?”
“How she and Diane ended up with Jack and Jim.”
“Dad claims it happened with much finesse,” I said, chuckling. “Mom says it was a train wreck.”
“Sounds like us—Travis and Abby, and you and me.” Her eyes sparkled.
Almost a year after I’d moved out, my bedroom was almost the same. My old computer was still gathering dust on the small wooden desk in the corner, the same books were on the shelves, and two awkward prom photos were kept in cheap frames on the nightstand. The only missing items were pictures and framed newspaper clippings of my football days that used to hang on the gray walls. High school felt like a lifetime ago. Any life without America felt like an alternate universe. Both the fire and Travis getting married had somehow solidified my feelings for America even more.