Baby, I'm Yours

“We both get caught up in our jobs, the kids, your parents. It just sneaks up on us. But maybe we can make a conscious effort not to let it happen again. We can schedule dates, get away for more weekends alone.”

Gabe leaned close, cupping her neck with his hand and kissing her. “You are absolutely my top priority, lady, and I intend to show you that every single day.”

“Oh, Gabe, you already do. The little surprises you plan for me, the phone calls every day. I feel guilty for even wanting more.” Becca smiled, caressing his jaw. “It’s been a glorious adventure. One I wouldn’t have missed for anything. We have three beautiful children and a wonderful life.”

“And it’s just going to keep getting better.”

“Absolutely. Except…one thing.”

Frowning, he raised his head. “What’s wrong?”

“We’ve only got two more days and then it’s back to reality. I think there are other ways I’d rather spend this afternoon than working on my tan.”

“Oh?” Gabe’s grin was wicked. His gaze traveled over her, making her glad she’d splurged on a bikini for the trip and put in extra time on her treadmill.

“I bought a set of Kama Sutra cards in the gift shop I’m just dying to open.”

He stood and held out his hand to her. “Have I told you recently how much I love you?”

Becca placed her hand in his and stood, so close she could see the black ringing his brown irises. Her heart constricted at the intensity of his gaze. This gorgeous, kind, wonderful man wanted her, now and forever. It never ceased to amaze her. “Not in the past hour or so.”

“I love you, Bec.” Gabe kissed her deeply, each stroke of his tongue a promise. “Always,” he murmured against her mouth.

Becca twined her arms around his neck and responded eagerly, feeling almost a teen again. Only now, the passion was tempered with years of friendship, shared dreams and goals.

“I love you, Gabe. Always.”

CHAPTER ONE

Three Years Later

BECCA SMITH SQUEEZED her eyes shut and waited for the dizziness to pass. And hoped this horrible day was nearly over.

“Are you okay?”

She opened her eyes to see Rick Jensen’s concerned gaze. During the funeral, the presence of her husband’s best friend and business partner had had a calming effect on her.

But now, Becca longed to scream and keep on screaming, until everyone quit tiptoeing around the fact that Gabe was dead and her life would never be “okay” again. Then she was sure the muted conversations around her would end and her friends and family would scuttle back to their unscathed lives. Their new year would soon return to normal.

The urge to throw casserole dishes and rented glassware against the wall was almost overwhelming, as if the shards raining down on the tile floor could convey how brittle and broken she felt.

But Becca held it together long enough to nod. Somehow, she would make it through the wake.

“Have you eaten today?”

“I—I think so.” It was a lie. But she knew Rick would never understand that her throat constricted every time she took a bite.

He touched her arm. “How about if I fix you a plate? You look like you’re ready to drop.”

“That would be…nice.” She understood his need to make things better for her, knew that her grief reminded him of his own loss—the two men had been as close as brothers. And she wished with her whole heart that food was the answer. But it wasn’t.

When Rick handed her a heaping plate a couple of minutes later, Becca fought a wave of nausea. But she obediently pushed the food around with her fork.

“You’ve got to eat something. For them.” Rick nodded toward her three children: sixteen-year-old Maya, ten-year-old Aaron and their brother, David, now twenty. The three stood huddled together on one side of the living room.

It was as if they realized how vulnerable they were without their strong father standing between them and the world. Or maybe they suspected their normally patient mother was one scream away from losing it in front of all these well-meaning people.

“How much longer?” she asked.

“How much longer for what?”

“Until they leave.” Until she could be alone with her grief and not pretend to be in control. Until she could surrender to the hopelessness threatening to incapacitate her.

“Pretty soon. Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down. I can let Gabe’s folks know. And I’m sure Royce and Katy wouldn’t mind taking over host duties.”

“No, I need to do it. For Gabe.”

Emotion flashed in his eyes, then was gone. “Okay.”

Becca was barely aware when he moved away from her. Or when he spoke quietly to her brother, Royce, and they worked the room in tandem.

All she knew was that people streamed over to say a quick goodbye at precise intervals.

Becca hoped she would remember to thank Rick for his kindness. But the task of staying focused on her hostess duties was almost more than she could handle.

When the last guest left, she closed the door, leaning her forehead against it.

Then was pulled into a strong embrace.

Gabe.

But it wasn’t his scent. It was her brother’s.

Becca stiffened, wondering how she could have confused a brotherly embrace with that of her soul mate. Then she forgave herself for the silly slip, stepping into his arms and hiding as if she were a girl of five again.

“I’m so sorry. I should have seen you weren’t holding up as well as you wanted us to believe,” Royce said.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” He drew back and held her gaze. Touching her cheek, he asked, “Have you cried?”

“No. I can’t. My husband is…dead…and I can’t seem to cry. I’m just so darn angry.”

“Maybe you could use some time alone. Katy and I are going to take Dad and Evelyn to the airport in a few minutes. How about if David, Maya and Aaron come with us to see them off? Then on our way home, we’ll take the kids to the movies—give everyone a little reprieve.”

“I don’t suppose Jim and Irene would want to go?” Becca felt guilty even as she asked the question, putting her need to be alone above her in-laws’ grief.

“We asked Gabe’s folks to come, but they said they want some quiet time alone at the cemetery to say goodbye to Gabe.”