All I've Waited For by Lindsay Harrel (classic books for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

Ashley swallowed hard. “You’re right. I just need to forget this ever happened. Claire comes back to town in a week and a half. I can survive that long.”

“Maybe you should just tell your boss he needs to take over planning this wedding.”

“No.” It would be bad enough to lose Derek all over again. But to also lose her chance at a new life—one she’d always wanted? That couldn’t happen. “I’ve got this.”

Ashley’s grip on the flowers loosened, and this time she let them slip away slowly into the sea. The wind took one and spun it around and around in circles before it drifted to its fate.

But flowers didn’t die completely, and neither would Ashley. Spring brought new life, after all.

Ashley still had something worth living for. And she wasn’t letting it go without a fight.

Chapter 11

Derek knew when to call in some backup. “So you’re going to stay the whole time she’s here, yeah?”

Heather rolled her eyes as her hands plunged into the bowl of cookie dough. “I told you I would.” She arched an eyebrow at Mia, who sat on the barstool at the white marble countertop coloring a picture of some Disney princess. “Uncle Elephant sure is on edge, isn’t he? I wonder why that is.”

Mia glanced up and scrunched her nose. “What’s ‘on edge’ mean?”

Derek ruffled her curls. “Nothing, Peanut. Mommy’s just reading into things.”

Rolling a ball of dough between her hands, Heather pursed her lips. “Am I? I don’t ever remember you inviting me—much less begging me—to hang out with you and Ashley before. Something’s definitely up.”

Walking toward the oven, he peeked inside, inhaling the calming scent of the chocolate chip cookies Heather had set inside only minutes before. “I just thought you’d be able to help us with some wedding stuff. You can stand in for Claire.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Fine, who cared if Heather believed him? Fact was he absolutely could not allow himself to be alone with Ashley again. That was why he’d invited her out to the vineyard, where he had the home advantage.

The doorbell rang and he pointed at Heather. “I’m counting on you.”

She plopped another dough ball onto the cookie sheet. “Even if I leave, Mia will stay if you keep plying her with cookies.”

“Cookies are my favorite!”

His niece’s sweet giggle brought a smile to Derek’s face, sustaining him as he trudged to the front door.

But as soon as he opened the door, his grin disappeared.

Ashley had a death grip on Claire’s binder, and her posture was so rigid that an army general would be proud. “Hi.”

“Hey.” His jaw clenched. “Thanks for coming over on a Saturday night.”

“Anything for one of my grooms.” Ashley moved past him. “Where did you want to set up?”

“In the kitchen. Heather and Mia are going to keep us company.”

Ashley’s shoulders sank like a balloon pricked by a pin. “Great idea.”

So he wasn’t the only one who regretted what had almost happened two days ago. Good. “Glad you approve.” He led her through the living room into the kitchen. The rest of the house was quiet tonight, since Dad and Nancy were at a movie and Christina lived in her own apartment in town.

Mia looked up at their arrival. “Miss Ashley!”

Ashley set the binder on the counter and leaned down to hug Derek’s niece. “Good to see you, Mia. It’s been a while. I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

“I’m four. I have a good memory.”

“I should have known better.” Ashley’s laugh swept through the kitchen. “Heather, whatever you’re making smells heavenly.”

Heather wiggled her doughy hands. “Nothing special. Just cookies. But you’re welcome to them once they’re ready.” Turning, she washed her hands in the sink, then flicked them dry before snagging a towel. “What are you guys working on tonight?”

“Now that we’re holding the wedding at the inn, we’ve got to figure out decorations. A lot of what we were planning to use was supposed to be provided by the lodge, so I wanted to show Derek some pictures of what was possible and get his final okay to order or rent it.” Sliding into one of the six chairs at the rectangle oak table, Ashley opened the binder. “I should be out of your hair in an hour, tops.”

“Feel free to stay longer, if you’d like.” Heather looked at Derek with a challenge in his eyes.

“Y-yeah.” He glared at his sister before turning his attention back to Ashley and joining her at the table. “Stay as long as you’d like.”

Ashley studied him. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“Oh, but Mia and I were going to go play outside on the deck once I’m done making cookies,” Heather said, a little too much saccharine in her tone. “You’re welcome to join us. It’s supposed to be a lovely night.”

He was going to kill his sister.

Mia turned on her stool and bounced where she sat. “Oh yes, Miss Ashley. You have to stay and play. Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“How could I refuse such an offer?”

They settled in at the table and worked through the details, Heather piping up with ideas between cookie batches. The chocolate served to loosen them up, and by the end of the night, they were all laughing over memories from their youth.

“My brother was such an idiot sometimes.” A wry grin hooked Ashley’s lips. “Who in their right mind would try to jump from the roof of a two-story house into the pool?”

“To be fair, probably most teenage boys I knew.” Heather wiped away the evidence of four cookies on Mia’s face with a wet cloth. Mia yawned.

“Not me.” Derek leaned his chair onto its hind legs, his hands looped together around the back of his head. “I told him it wouldn’t work.”

“Ever the logical one. If only he’d listened to you, he wouldn’t have broken his leg.” Ashley peeked at the clock. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to take so long. We just have one more thing to discuss