He smiles and nods. “Yeah. Go ahead and open it.”
As I turn to the bed to lay the package there, I say, more to myself, “I don’t think I want to.”
Ryker walks up beside me, lays a gentle hand on my shoulder, and says, “Open it anyway.”
My heart thunders as I put my fingers on the edge of the brown paper. What in the world could it be and, more important, why in the world would Zack give me anything? We are done. We are nothing to each other.
I peel back the paper, tearing it slightly where it’s taped, revealing some type of framed print that is turned upside down on my bed. With no less trepidation than I started with, I go ahead and flip it over and gasp out loud.
It’s my undergraduate degree.
My diploma that had been sent to Daddy’s house.
Framed in cherrywood, matted in cream, with a solid piece of glass over the front.
“Oh, wow,” I murmur as my eyes rove over it.
THE REGENTS OF NORTH CAROLINA STATE UNIVERSITY HAVE CONFERRED UPON ROBERTA KATHRYN FRANCIS THE DEGREE OF BACHELOR OF ARTS WITH A MAJOR IN PSYCHOLOGY WITH ALL THE RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGES THERETO PERTAINING.
I turn to look at Ryker, who is staring at it with a smile on his face. “Nice, huh?”
“When? How?” I ask, bewildered.
He shrugs. “He called your father last week. Asked him to mail it to him so he could have it framed for you.”
Tears prick at my eyes over the gesture. I had looked at the diploma once when I got to my daddy’s trailer. It was in a rolled cardboard tube and I had a silly grin on my face as I read it over and over again. But I never thought I’d see it framed so soon because I just didn’t have that type of money for what was essentially a luxury item at this point in my life.
“He doesn’t expect anything,” Ryker says quietly. “You don’t have to call him or thank him or anything. He just wanted you to have it.”
“Okay,” I say, my voice quaking with emotion. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Part relief, because again, it would hurt too much to even talk to him. But also a little sadness that he’s essentially saying a final goodbye with this gift.
“Want to hang it in here?” he asks me suddenly. “This is your home now too. We can hang it tomorrow.”
“Sure,” I say with a tremulous smile, and swallow hard again so I don’t start crying over Ryker’s thoughtfulness. “That would be great.”
Chapter 31
Zack
A lot can happen in just three days.
I’ve struggled for more than three weeks to try to reconcile the jumbled-up shit in my brain about Kate, and in the matter of just a brief moment three days ago, things started to become clear to me.
The moment almost brought me back down to my knees again, just the way Kate brought me down when she left.
It was when Ben saw Kate at Ryker’s house and flew into her arms. It’s been months since I’ve seen that kind of joy on his face. But what really started to lift the fog of uncertainty was the look on Kate’s face. Happiness, relief, love, and devotion. All there. All pouring out of her eyes as she held Ben and listened to him chatter away at her.
The bond that Ben has with Kate is not something new or unknown to me. That wasn’t what struck me.
What struck me about that moment was the way that I felt upon seeing those two together. For the first time since the accident, I felt completely at peace. It was a warm joy coupled with hope and excitement about the future. It’s weird…hard to explain, but I just felt…right with the world.
I reflected on it all night, barely able to pay attention to the hockey game. I left Kate’s framed diploma with Ryker, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by the gift or with having to talk to me. But even though we had no interaction with each other, I still felt an unbelievable connection to her. The tether between us was still strong. At least on my end, it had not been broken as I had thought.
No, it had just been ignored and neglected because of my fears.
Now all I have to figure out is if Kate still feels that connection. Does she still have feelings for me? At the very least, can I start back over with her?
Scary prospect, yes, but not enough to scare me away now.
I mean, what the fuck do I have to lose? I’ve been so damn miserable since she left, even if she rejects me I’ll at least have the solace of knowing I tried.
I’ve been here at Sutton and Alex’s party for about thirty minutes now. Ryker just got here and I sent him a nod of greeting and he held a finger up, bringing Violet and Ruby over to a group of other kids where some of the wives were holding court. Ben was over there too, standing at a low table Alex had set up with Play-Doh, Slime, crayons, paint, and other fun activities. Sutton said they also hired a magician, who was going to be performing for the kids soon.
Not sure what this party is for. Alex and Sutton invited only people associated with the Cold Fury, but we already had our end-of-season party at Coach’s house. When I asked, Sutton just rolled her eyes at me and said, “Who needs a reason to throw a party?”
True enough.
Ryker finally makes his way over to me, carrying two bottles of beer in his hand. I had finished my first one not long ago and was only going to have one more since I was driving, but now was as good a time as any.
“Cheers, my friend,” Ryker says as he hands me a bottle and then taps his to the side of it.
“Thanks.”
“So this is some event, huh?” Ryker asks as he looks out over the backyard. It’s mid-May, but the evenings are feeling wonderful, with temps hovering in the upper sixties. Sutton hired a band and they’re pretty decent. All cover stuff, but mostly rock and alternative.