Alec lifted his hand in the air, and I clapped my palm into it, laughing. I was already dressed, so I grabbed a pair of shoes and walked downstairs with Alec.
“Where are you goin’?”
I looked at my sister in the doorway of the sitting room with Dominic behind her; both of them were looking at me expectantly.
“To talk to Ryder.” I answered.
“Really?” Bronagh said, her eyes wide. “A good talk, or a bad talk?”
I shrugged. “My intentions are good, and I know Ryder will like what I have to say so I’m goin’ to go with a good talk.”
Being tackle hugged by a thirty week pregnant woman was not what I expected, and I know that if Alec hadn’t been behind me when Bronagh rushed me, we would have both fallen to the floor.
I took it as a good omen though; hopefully it wouldn’t be the only thing falling today. I hoped my heart would run and jump off a high dive board when I spoke to Ryder.
I hoped.
“You know, for this to work, you actually have to get out of my car.”
I clasped my hands together over my trembling legs.
“What if he’s changed his mind about us?” I asked Alec who took his keys out of the ignition of his car. “What if he got pissed off that I haven’t contacted him in two weeks?”
“Branna,” Alec laughed. “He is willing to wait the rest of his life for you. He’s the one who is scared out of his mind that you won’t come to him at all. We’ve been dealing with his bitchiness since he told you the truth.”
I really hoped he wasn’t saying that just to make me feel better.
I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath and said, “Fuck it. Let’s do this.”
“Atta girl,” Alec whooped.
We both got out of his car, and walked up the cobbled pathway that led to my old house. It was strange that just seeing the house made me miss Ryder that much more. I decided it was because so many good things had happened there, so many things that outweighed the bad. There were memories from within the house that I would keep forever, and others I would never think of again.
When we entered the house, I had a quick flashback of being attacked in the kitchen, but I quickly shook it off. Big Phil was gone, and the twisted son of a bitch couldn’t hurt me anymore. I wouldn’t let him.
I’d never let anyone have the power to hurt me ever again.
I followed Alec down the hallway, and when he entered the kitchen, I hovered outside by the doorway.
“What’s up, bro?” Alec asked Ryder.
I heard a sigh. “Nothing. I painted your old room to give me something to do. I’ll probably patch up some of the holes in Dominic’s old room if you want to stick around and help?”
“Can’t bro, I’m just dropping her off.”
“Who off?” Ryder questioned.
That’s my cue.
I stepped into the kitchen with my head held high and when Ryder saw me, he jumped up to his feet and let the cup that was halfway raised to his mouth fall to the floor with surprise.
“Shit,” he hissed when the cup smashed to pieces then cleared his throat. “Branna.”
I lifted my hand and lightly waved. “Hey, Ry.”
“Hi, hey,” he said in rapid succession. “Hello.”
“Bro, one greeting is enough,” Alec mumbled.
Ryder didn’t know what to do with his arms because he folded them across his chest, and then dropped them to his sides before folding them back across his chest. His obvious nervousness at seeing me made me feel less nervous about seeing him, and I was glad for it.
“Sorry for just droppin’ in unannounced,” I said, and gnawed on my lower lip.
Ryder shook his head. “No, no, it’s more than fine. It’s great actually. Really, really great.”
“Ry,” Alec said, and when I looked at him I saw him trying not to laugh. “You need to calm down.”
“Calm? I am calm.”
He so wasn’t.
Ryder cleared his throat then, and scanned me from head to toe. “You look gorgeous, darling.”
I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down at my plain white t-shirt, black leggings, and grey slip on shoes. I was makeup free, and my hair was in a high ponytail. I mostly definitely did not look gorgeous, in fact, I felt like a hot mess.
“I wore this stuff to bed last night,” I said and scratched the back of my neck. “I wasn’t plannin’ on comin’ here, but then Alec had a talk with me, and here I am.”
Ryder looked at Alec, and when I saw the gratitude in his eyes for his brother, a lump formed in my throat. “Thanks, bro,” he said.
Alec winked. “Just doing my part. I’ll catch both of you later, okay?”
Before any of us could respond, Alec was out of the house, and closed the front door behind him. Ryder and I were standing in the kitchen a couple of metres away from one another, and for some reason, I felt anxious.
“It’s good to see you,” I said nonchalantly.
Ryder blinked. “It is?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve missed you, Ry.”
His chest puffed up a bit.
“I’ve missed you, baby. A hell of a lot.”
My lip twitched. “That much, huh?”
“Even more,” he stressed. “A heaven and a hell of a lot.”
I smiled then, and without warning Ryder crossed the space between us, cupped my face in his hands and stared down at me with his eyes glazed over.