“Because I changed my name.” I was sure I was going to hyperventilate.

Drake took my hand in his and held it tightly. “Right, because you changed your name.”

“Does he hate me?” I lowered my head but still kept my eyes on Drake.

“No, he doesn’t hate you. I think he still cares for you.”

I stared at him, speechless. What could I say that would make any sense?

“Lucy, are you okay?”

He lifted my chin with his finger and wiped my tears with his thumb. The sensitivity this man had warmed my soul.

I nodded. “I just can’t believe he’s alive and you did this for me. You told me what I needed to hear to feel better. Thank you, Drake.”

I leaned in to hug him, but he pulled back. “That’s not all I did.” Drake stood and pulled me up. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.

“Abbi?”

My eyes widened as I looked at Drake, who was peering over my shoulder. He gave me a gentle nod, and I slowly turned around.

Greg. The years had been good to him. He was a grown man now, filled out, not the slight teenager I remembered. He was also taller, his light brown hair cut short and tight, and the T-shirt he wore stretched over his muscles. The military had been good to him.

“Greg? Oh my God. It’s you!”

When I threw my arms around his neck, he hoisted me in the air and spun me around, his grin as wide as mine. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me.

Once I was back on solid footing and Greg released me, I just stared at him. “I can’t believe you’re alive. I’m so sorry for not being there for you when you came back. When I heard you were MIA and presumed dead, I lost it.” I knew I was rambling, but didn’t care. I had years to make up for. “There wasn’t anything left for me in Colorado, so I moved. I should have contacted your family, and I’m so sorry I didn’t.”

“It’s okay, Abbi, I understand why you did what you did. Everything that happened back then wasn’t your fault. You did it to protect me, and I understand it and appreciate it. More than you know.”

“How long are you in town?” I asked, having a hard time grasping that he was actually standing in front of me.

Greg gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon. I run a farm with my fiancée in Georgia, and I need to get back. She knows all about you, so when Drake found me, she encouraged me to come. I just couldn’t leave right away.”

“Thank her for me, please. And congratulations; I’m so happy for you.”

And I truly was. After everything we’ve both been through, we turned out okay. Not only was Greg alive, but he had a future—a bright one. I was thrilled for him.

Greg grasped my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. “I’m happy for you too,” he said against my hair. “Drake is a really great guy. I don’t know many men who would seek out their girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend to reunite them.”

Hugging him back, I pressed my cheek against his chest. “Thank you; I think he’s pretty special too. I told him our story and how guilty I felt for everything that happened.”

Remembering Drake, I gasped. When I turned around, he wasn’t there. I quickly scanned my surroundings, but there was no sign of him.

My chest ached and my heart wept. Drake was gone.

CHAPTER 18

~ Drake ~

Lucy’s face had lit up when she saw Greg, which warmed my heart and broke it at the same time. Greg might have called her Abbi, but she was Lucy to me, and I couldn’t imagine calling her anything else.

I knew I’d done the right thing in bringing him to her. There was nothing left for me to do but to leave them to catch up. My job was done. Lucy was happy, and that was all that mattered. So I left to go home.

My head was in a fog as I sat on my couch and flipped on SportsCenter. I wasn’t paying attention and really couldn’t care less who won or lost their last game. But that didn’t stop me from numbly watching the highlights and reading the ticker at the bottom of the screen. It might as well have been displaying stock market information, because I wasn’t paying attention.

All I kept seeing was Greg holding her in his arms as he spun her around. How long would that scene invade my brain?

My phone dinged, reminding me I had a fundraising event that night to benefit the veterans’ hospital. I had completely forgotten about it, but it was an important event. Reluctantly, I texted Gretchen to see if she could go with me, and she agreed.

Then I heard another beep, and glanced at my screen to find a message from Lucy.

L

UCY

: Are you okay?

D

RAKE

: Yes. Are you?

L

UCY

: Yes and no. We need to talk.

Talk. She wanted to talk, and for the first time in my life, I was scared. All I could imagine was her telling me she was moving to Georgia to be with Greg. No. I didn’t want to talk, not now anyway.

D

RAKE

: I’m on my way to an event. Can it wait?

L

UCY

: Sure. Have fun.

Fun? That was the last thing I was going to have, but I didn’t want her to feel bad about that.

D

RAKE

: Thanks.

• • •

My bow tie felt like a noose around my neck; I must have retied it ten times. Gretchen was meeting me at the event, and we were already late. It had started forty-five minutes ago, and I was still at home. Frustrated and not caring anymore, I left my tie as it was and headed out.

The ballroom was packed with people from all walks of life. There were civilians, men and women in uniform, and since this was a bipartisan event, the politicians were out in full force.

Scanning the crowd, I spotted my beautiful sister in a navy cocktail dress talking to a man. I didn’t know who he was, but she looked happy.

Wait—did she just do a hair flip?

As soon as she spotted me, she said something to him and walked in my direction, leaving him behind. Thank God.

“Hey, big brother, you look like hell.” She kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks,” I said wryly. “I was going to tell you I thought you looked stunning tonight, but forget it.” I chuckled.

“Aww, you think I’m stunning?” She batted her eyes at me. “Let’s get a drink, and you can tell me why you look like you lost your ability to shave.”

If there was one person in this world who could make me smile, it was my baby sister. We headed toward the bar, where I got a Woodford straight while Gretchen ordered champagne. Once we had our drinks, we moved to a cocktail table just past the bar and sat down.

“Okay, spill it. Not only do you look like a mountain man, but you’re drinking bourbon.”

“I just got back from seeing Lucy.”

Gretchen’s face lit up. “That’s fantastic.” Then her brows lowered. “Wait, why am I here and not her?”

“I’m going to tell you something, and you can’t repeat it. This is Lucy’s story to tell, but I need to talk to someone about it.”

She nodded solemnly and lifted three fingers in the air, just like we did when we were kids and swore each other to secrecy. Scout’s honor.

I took a deep breath. “When Lucy was in high school, she got pregnant.” When Gretchen’s hand immediately covered her mouth, I added, “It’s a long story.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, I’m listening.”

I went on to spill the details, including how she changed her name from Abbi to Lucy.

“To me, she’s Lucy,” Gretchen said, waving a hand in the air, “and that’s all that matters.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Gretchen’s feelings mirrored mine. My sister was wise beyond her years.