“Don’t you?”
“No! And then when you didn’t put any money away and Mom got sick, you were wiped out with her medical bills and couldn’t go anywhere.”
He looked around. “I like this place.”
“But Mom could’ve been the one living in the Malibu Hills—”
“And she still would’ve died,” he pointed out gently.
“Yes, but it could’ve been easier,” Emily said, throat thick, remembering those lean, awful years.
“Honey.” Her dad put his hand on hers. “You take great care of me. That’s what you do, you take care of things. People. Animals. Whatever you can. I get that. You make a plan and you go for it, blinders on.”
“You’re missing my point, Dad.”
“No, you’re missing my point. I am living my dream. I’ve got two wonderful daughters, and I’m doing the work I love, and I married the love of my life. We had a great run.”
She stared at him.
He squeezed her hand. “Do you want to know why I loved Sunshine for you? Because it wasn’t on your plan. It wasn’t even on your radar. And every time I talked to you, you sounded alive.”
She sighed. “L.A. will work out, too. Even if I did treat a purple poodle today.”
“Honey,” he said in an amused tone, but there was something else there, something behind the laughter.
She was afraid it was a little bit of horror about the purple poodle, and also the knowledge that they both knew her life wasn’t exactly going as planned, L.A. or not.
“Emily, I’m happy with my choices. Can you say the same?”
She opened her mouth, and then closed it.
“If your mom taught you one thing,” he said. “It’s to follow your heart. Always. No regrets. Yes?”
Yes. But she also knew that following her heart caused pain. So much pain. She’d watched him suffer so much when her mom had been dying, had watched him grieve . . . “I didn’t follow my heart,” she admitted. “I followed my brain.”
And her calendar.
Yeah. So many regrets.
“You can change that,” he said. “It’s not too late. It’s never too late.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
Because Wyatt didn’t care that she was gone. Her heart squeezed hard at that, and she rose to her feet. “I’m going to get us dinner. Thai or Mexican?”
He met her gaze but didn’t answer.
“Dad, if you say follow your heart on this, I’m going to—”
“Italian.”
“Okay, then.” She and Woodrow headed back to the car. The dog jumped in, knocking her purse to the floorboard. She had to crouch down and reach beneath the driver’s seat to gather everything—
She stared down at the napkin lying there next to her purse. It was a small square napkin with the words Sunshine Bar on it, but that wasn’t what had her heart stopping.
No, that honor went to the scrawled penmanship— horrible penmanship—that she immediately recognized as Wyatt’s. The first line read:
Dear Emily,
Don’t fucking go.
That line was crossed out.
Twice.
She stared at the words, let out a choking half laugh, half sob, and covered her mouth with a hand as she read the rest, which wasn’t crossed out.
I want you to have everything you want, even if it’s not what I want. But I can’t let what I want come before what you want.
Ever.
But. . . I want you to stay. Please stay.
Love, Wyatt
She stared at it until the words blurred.
“Honey.” Her father stood in the doorway. “Your cell phone rang and I picked up. Work wants to know if you’ll go in early tomorrow.”
She tore her gaze off the note. “No,” she said. “I can’t.”
“It’s your job,” he said.
She clutched the napkin to her chest. “My job’s in Sunshine.”
Thirty
Still sulking?” Darcy asked Wyatt.
They were in the front yard of the house, Wyatt and his two sisters. It had been a mandatory Saturday clean-the-yard day. He was on a mission to get as much done for them as he could, because he’d hired an architect and gotten a building permit on his land. It was going to happen.
Zoe understood.
Darcy, not so much. She was still pissed off at him. “I don’t sulk,” he told her. “And you’re the one barely talking to me. Even after you lied and said you wanted me to move out.”
“I get why you want your own place,” she said, ignoring this. “We cramp your style.”
“You cramp his style,” Zoe broke in. “I’m not the one who told Emily he wet the bed until he was twelve.”
“Five,” Wyatt said through his teeth. “Only until I was five.”
Darcy was lying flat on her back in the grass that was turning brown for winter, staring up at the sky. He nudged her foot with his.
She nudged back.
That she even could was a miracle, and he crouched at her side. “I’ll be only three minutes down the road,” he said.
“Maybe that’s not far enough.”
There hadn’t been much to smile at this week, but he smiled now. “You’re going to miss me. That’s why you’re being such a shithead.”
“I’m going to miss the lobster ravioli.”
“That’s not what I’m going to miss,” Zoe said.
They both looked at her.
“I miss you being happy,” she said to Wyatt.
His smile faded. When he’d first come back to Sunshine, he’d let the familiarity, the sense of community, fill him. He belonged here, and it felt right. That rightness had only grown as he’d worked at Belle Haven. Settled into friends and a routine. Hell, even living with his sisters had given him a sense of belonging.
And then Emily had come, and she’d been like icing on the cake. The very best part.
They’d fit. With her, everything else in his life had gotten better.
“Sucks,” Darcy said. “Falling in love.”
Yeah. Sucked hard. He hadn’t wanted Emily to leave. He’d been unnerved by the magnitude of what he’d grown to feel for her, but it was nowhere near the magnitude of how he felt about her leaving.
And yet he’d let her go. He’d let her go with nothing but a damn note.
“You should’ve told her you didn’t want her to go,” Darcy said.
“AJ has a big mouth.”
“And you’re a complete dumbass if you really let her go without a word.”
“Don’t.” He shook his head. They’d been over this. In great detail, at high decibel volumes, several nights this week already. “We’ve had this fight. We were dragged around all our lives,” he said. “I’m not going to tell her—”
“Oh my God!” Darcy burst out, and tossed up her hands. “Get over it already!”
“Just call her,” Zoe said.
“Or take the pussy route,” Darcy said. “And write her a stupid note on a stupid napkin.”
Wyatt scrubbed his hands over his face. “Not my finest moment,” he admitted.
Which didn’t matter, since Emily hadn’t responded to the note in any way. Not even when their L.A. intern had left after three days because of horse allergies.
Or, as the staff had rumored, due to Sunshine’s lack of Thai takeout.
“At least call her,” Zoe said.
It was nothing he hadn’t told himself every single moment of every single day all week. “I’m already packed,” he said. “I leave in the morning.”
Zoe blinked, and then grinned.
Darcy whooped and gave him a kick that would have knocked the feet out from beneath him, knocking him to his ass, if the sweetest sight he’d ever witnessed hadn’t suddenly appeared.