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men, but that is exactly what I had done. I couldn’t see a way for this to work out well. I was going to be consumed by jealousy when the twin I didn’t choose moved on, even though I had no right to be. What the hell was wrong with me?

 

I realized then that I needed to do some soul-searching and work on myself before I would be ready to move forward with a romantic relationship with anyone. Something was terribly wrong when I was paralyzed about making a decision between two amazing men because I didn’t want to give up the other one.

 

It was selfish and embarrassing, and I needed to get over myself. I needed to give myself some space from this love triangle and work through what to do.

 

I used our home phone to call Annie and ask for a week off, which she gladly agreed to give me. I packed a small bag, said goodbye to Buster (who gave me one tail thump upon hearing his name), picked up a new smartphone at the cellular store, and stopped by Joe’s to give Court a goodbye hug. I texted both of the Davis boys and told them I was leaving town for a week, and that I would be in touch when I got back. Then, I turned the phone to silent mode and lit out of Dodge.

Chapter 38

 

I didn’t go far. I discovered a small, lakefront motel that was about a half-hour drive up the coast from Harbor Shores. Marta, the friendly, matronly woman behind the front desk, gave me a rate for the week and an actual metal key for my room’s door. It had been a while since I had seen one of those, and I knew instantly that I had found the right place to stay.

 

My room was small, but clean and functional. I unpacked my travel bag and took a walk along the lakeshore. I found some colorful rocks along the way and placed them in the pocket of my hoodie. The wind off the lake was clean and refreshing. If I couldn’t sort out my feelings in this wonderful spot, then I was a hopeless mess.

 

I spent the week walking the shoreline, eating in the diner two doors down from my motel, and simply relaxing. It was nice not to have anywhere to be at a certain time. Well, almost no place to be.

 

I had settled into the habit of having tea with Marta in the lobby of the motel a few times a day. She was a lovely woman who was proud of her numerous grandchildren, and I had seen pictures of all ten of them.

 

Marta had been extremely tactful so far and only asked polite questions about where I was from and my occupation, but today it seemed that her curiosity was getting the better of her. When I refilled our tea mugs and returned to sit on the lobby sofa with her, I was expecting to hear more about one of her grandchildren’s latest antics, but instead she patted my knee and asked, “What are you running from, Sweet Girl?”

 

“I’m not running,” I started to fib, but the look she gave me told me that she could see right through me. “Okay, I am running because I’m trying to stall having to make a decision between two men.”

 

“That’s a good problem to have.” She chuckled as she said it, but then she turned serious. “I had two men who wanted me once, and I’ve wondered every day since then if I ended up with the right one.”

 

Her words surprised me. I had expected some hogwash about following your heart and knowing the right answer deep down. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting my decision, or even questioning it.

 

“How did you decide between them?” I asked her. I was truly curious about how she made her decision, and I was hoping for a better solution than the flip a coin or eeny-meeny-miney-mo options that I had been considering.

 

She answered me sadly, “I waited so long that one of them dropped out of the race. Not making the decision became my decision, because I only had one option left.”

 

She was deep in thought when she said, “I loved my Hal.” I already knew that Hal was her late husband. She had tears in her eyes as she continued. “We had a wonderful life and family together. I wish that I had chosen him, though, instead of just taking him because he was the last man standing. He deserved to be my pick.”

 

She gave me some advice then. “Don’t wait too long, Honey. Make a decision and stick with it. Let the one you choose know without a doubt that he is the one you want.” I nodded at her. Her suggestion made sense, and it was what I wanted to do more than anything. It was just such an enormous, important choice, and I didn’t want to screw it up.

 

I suddenly wondered about the other man. Did he still pine for Marta? Had he moved on and built a life for himself? Was he happy? As if reading my mind, Marta said, “Danny, the other boy, got married shortly after Hal and I did. I think people call him Dan now, but he’ll always be my Danny.”

 

I smiled, trying to picture a young Marta with Hal and Danny fighting for her attention. The similarities between our stories were striking, and I had to know if she felt like fate had stepped in or if she could have been happy with either man.

 

“Do you think you and Danny would have had a good life together, if things had worked out differently?”

 

She considered for a moment before answering. “Yes,” she finally answered, nodding. “We would have had a happy family life together, but things turned out the way they were meant to be.”

 

What was left of the tea in our mugs had gone tepid, so I rose to take them to the sink. After I washed them, I turned to ask Marta a question before going back to my room. “Are you sure Danny is still married?” At her perplexed look, I continued. “His wife could have passed away. They could be divorced. It’s probably worth checking into.”

 

She sat there for a moment, pondering that before responding. “Yes, I think that might be worth looking into.” We grinned at each other, and I walked outside to return to my room. I had a good feeling that Marta might soon be getting her chance with the one that got away.

Chapter 39

 

My week at Marta’s motel had gone by quickly. I had spent the time soul-searching, yet I still wasn’t any closer to having a decision about which Davis twin was right for me. Before leaving, I promised to call Marta soon to let her know what I decided. I didn’t mention it, but I would also want to know what she found out about Danny. I secretly hoped that this would be the right time for Marta and Danny to be together.

 

We gave each other a hug, and I headed home to face the music. I wouldn’t be able to avoid Seth and Sam forever, or one of them would likely give up on me, like Danny had on Marta. Or worse yet, both of them could give up. This indecisiveness wasn’t fair to any of us, so I needed to just make a decision and stick with it.

 

I fretted all the way home, making up my mind and changing it numerous times. This is ridiculous. I finally told myself. I don’t deserve either of them, so I should just let them both go.

 

I didn’t know if I had the strength to do that, but I knew it would be best for all of us. The idea of facing either of the brothers while I was with his twin was unfathomable. It would be awkward and uncomfortable for all three of us. They really would be better off without me.

 

The fact that I had slept with both of them would just cause bitterness and jealousy between them. They had already had a fight because of me. I didn’t want to cause any more turmoil in their lives.

 

The answer to my dilemma had been staring me in the face the whole time. I just hadn’t been willing to admit it because I didn’t want to give them up. I needed to let them go, though. It was the healthiest choice for all of us.

 

They would be able to move on with two different women, and I could move on with my life. I had a perfectly happy, fulfilling existence before I met them, so I could be content without them.

 

It would take a while to get over the heartache of losing them, but it was something I needed to do for all of our sakes. It would be so difficult to give them up, but I vowed to be strong and stick with my decision.

 

When I walked into our house, Courtney asked me immediately, “So, who is it going to be?”

 

“Neither of them.” She looked at me like I was crazy, so I continued. “They are identical twin brothers, and I have slept with both of them. There isn’t a good way to move on with either of them now. I don’t want to mess up their relationship with each other, any more than I already have.

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