“Got it.”
His expression softened, causing my heart to beat wildly. “And, now, we need to be there for Lexi. She’s going to need us.”
My heart threatened to shatter at the reminder of my sister’s loss. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “God, Jeremy. What do we do?” I asked.
His hand tightened on the back of my neck. “We love, Sierra. We live, we laugh, and we love. We surround her with it but also give her the space she needs. It’s not going to be easy, but she’s one of us. It’s going to take time for all of us to heal. We just have to make sure we do it together.”
When my eyes fluttered open, he was still intently watching me. “I’d be lost without you, Jeremy,” I said.
“Then it’s a good thing we made that spit pact all those years ago,” he responded with a small smile. “Where you go…”
“I go.”
2012
HELPING LEXI THROUGH HER grief actually allowed me to overcome my own. Still, it was a tough road to navigate. Every day spent with her, whether she was crying or staring numbly at the television, I felt guilty. It was a reminder that, while I still had my husband and my daughter, Lexi had just lost the love of her life. It made me hug them tighter every single night when I got home. Eventually, Lexi went back to work and told me that she needed space, something Jeremy insisted I give her.
Nearly two years later, I was finally healing. I could walk by a baby in the store and not have the sudden urge to cry. I didn’t hold on to Ava’s former favorite teddy bear and sit in the rocking chair, wishing I had a baby in my arms. I was even opening up to the idea of trying for another one. A small part of me would always mourn our loss, but instead of dwelling on the pain, I learned to cherish what I had.
And I wanted Lexi to have it again, too.
That’s why, when I opened the mail, I knew exactly what I had to do.
“Jeremy!” I yelled as soon as I read the words in front of me.
He walked into the kitchen, Ava riding on his shoulders. I reached up, took her, and set her down on the ground. Then I thrust the letter into his hands.
“Babe, look at this!”
“What is it?” he asked.
I grinned and pointed to the Navarre High School letterhead. “Our ten-year reunion. Oh my gosh,” I exclaimed, clutching my chest and holding a hand over my heart. “This. Is. Perfect.”
Taking Ava’s hands, I whirled her around and danced around the kitchen. Her four-year-old smile lit up, and she bounced around right along with me. When we stopped, Jeremy had a hand on his hip and one eyebrow lifted in my direction, unaware of the reason for the impromptu dance party. I was breathless and beaming.
“What’s perfect?” he asked. “What’s with the face? Should I be worried? Why are we getting mail from Navarre High School? Oh, dammit, did they finally find the time capsule I buried at the edge of the football field?” His face brightened, one corner of his mouth lifting into a coy smile. “I would like those panties back.”
I dropped Ava’s hands and walked over to him. Then I slid my hands up to link around his neck. Excitement was coursing through my veins, and I couldn’t help the dreamy smile that crossed my lips when I stared up at my gorgeous husband. His pupils were dilated, probably from the memory of how he’d gotten those panties for the time capsule. God, I loved him. I had half a mind to let him wrestle me out of the ones I was currently wearing, but first things first.
“Jace, Jeremy. Jace and Lexi,” I told him.
His eyes widened. “What?” he asked, clearly not catching on to just how perfect this was.
“Jace and Lexi! Back together again!” I squealed.
His furrowed brow ruined my happy mood. “You’re forgetting one thing, Sierra. Lexi’s here in Ohio. The reunion’s in Florida. Not sure how you’re gonna get them together.”
I gave him a wicked smile. “You leave that to me, babe.” I turned to Ava. “Ava, baby, want to go to the beach?”
“The beach?” she asked, her eyes widening and full of awe. She clapped her hands. “Can I swim with the fishes?!”
“Absolutely,” I said, to which she squealed with delight. When I spun back to Jeremy, he was chuckling and shaking his head. “Looks like we’re going to need a nanny for the reunion. Any ideas?”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Back to where it all began?
“I know it might be a long shot, but it just feels right. My gut instinct tells me that, if anyone can bring Lexi back out of her shell, it’s Jace. And according to Facebook—”
As one eyebrow row in piqued curiosity, he inclined his head, giving me a knowing look.
“Yes, I stalked. And, apparently, he’s single.”
He laughed. “You know what, baby? I think you’re right. Those two have unresolved issues, and if getting them back in the same place helps push them in the right direction, we’d be doing them a disservice if we didn’t invite Lexi along.”
“I love the way your mind works in complete sync with mine.” I leaned up on my toes, giving him a kiss. “Now, I have some work to do.”
“Work?” he asked, his brow furrowing.
“It was an official invite to be on the committee. I have calls to make, invitations to send, and a certain soldier to stalk… Not to mention a sitter to find. Think Lexi would be up for the job?”
He glanced over to Ava, who suddenly walked up to him and jabbed her finger into his stomach.
“Give me fruit snacks or you’ll be swimmin’ with the fishes, ya filthy animal!” she snarled.
So our four-year-old had a thing for both mob movies and Home Alone.
He grinned at me over the top of her head. “How could she say no to that?”
He had me there, and he fell to his knees, my eyes were fixated on the scene. Father and daughter, Sopranos wannabes. They were silly. At times, they were utterly ridiculous. And they were all mine. My life rocked.
“I like the plan, babe,” he said to me before Ava started attacking again.
“I do, too,” I called. “Let me reach out and make sure he’ll be there.”
And that’s how the Banks family took care of their own. Sure, maybe with a little manipulation and a lot of wishful thinking, but I just knew—watching Jace and Lexi lock eyes for the first time in ten years was going to be so freaking worth it.
“Oh shit,” I muttered when I saw Lexi was calling me.
She’d agreed to come to the reunion, and just last week, I’d dropped the bomb on her, telling her that Jace was going to be there. And then I’d maybe done something a little more manipulative.
“Oh shit,” Ava parroted.
Jeremy grinned as I sighed.
“Oh shit what?” he asked.
“Really?”
“Hey, we just got her to stop calling the neighbor a dickhead. You’re the one who just said shit in front of her.”
“Shit!” Ava exclaimed, collapsing in a pile of giggles.
“I have to take this. You deal with her,” I told him.
When he rolled his eyes, I blew him a kiss. He caught it then crossed the room, scooping up Ava for another rendition of “Don’t Ever Repeat What Mommy and Daddy Say.”
As soon as they left the room, I swiped to answer my phone. Before I could even say hello, my sister’s screech had me taking the phone away from my ear.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Well, what a nice greeting. Not that I’d been expecting any less. She was fuming, which was a good sign.
"At the moment, I'm trying to make my four year old eat something other than mac and cheese. What the hell are you doing?" I responded, my voice sugary sweet and pure innocence. So I lied, but whatever. Maybe the mention of Ava would soften her up.