Melody of the Heart (Runaway Train, #4)

She nodded. “He was worried that you might be having a hard time getting ready on your own—you know, without your mother and sister.”


With sobs rising in my throat, I could merely nod my head in reply. One of Susan’s hands came to softly cup my cheek. “Jake is my only child—the long awaited answer to my prayers. I won’t have a daughter to help on her wedding day, so it would be my honor to be with you.”

Tears stung my eyes at her kindness. “Really?” I whispered.

“Yes, really.”

“I-I w-would really love for you to help me get r-ready,” I hiccupped through my tears.

Susan laughed. “Oh honey, looks like you’ve got the pre-wedding jitters.”

I shook my head. “I swear I don’t have cold feet. There’s nothing in the world I want more than to marry Brayden.”

“Just because you’re overly emotional it doesn’t mean you’ve got cold feet.” Her expression softened. “It’s only understandable you would be teary considering what you’ve just been through.”

My eyes widened in surprise at the fact she knew about my dad. Score another point for Jake’s sensitive side that he had thought enough to tell his mom. “He would’ve loved the fact I’m eloping.”

“Really?” Susan questioned.

With a giggle, I replied, “He always joked that on a chief of police’s pay, he would never be able to afford weddings for all of his daughters, so we better start thinking of eloping.” As I repeated his words, my father’s smiling image appeared in my mind so crystal clear he could have been standing right in front of me. My hand flew to my mouth to try to stop the desperate sobs building in my throat. Without a word, Susan drew me into her arms. Instead of chiding me about how I was going to mess up my makeup or look horrible with blood-shot eyes and a red nose, she just let me cry. Her hand rubbed reassuring circles over my back as my body shook from the emotions ravaging me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just let it all go,” she murmured.

Once I finally wrestled a grip on my emotions, I pulled away. Giving Susan a shy smile, I said, “Thank you for letting me do that.”

“Don’t be afraid to keep doing it either. Our emotions, both good and bad, are what let us know we’re alive. You don’t ever want to get to the point that you don’t feel, especially when it comes to your father.” Cupping my chin in her fingers, she smiled. “But at the same time, don’t let your grief ruin what is going to be the happiest day of your life. You have your father with you.” She placed her hand over my heart. “He’s right here, and he always will be.”

“Thank you,” I repeated again.

“You’re welcome.” Clapping her hands together, she said, “Now, I think it’s time we got you ready. Can’t have you late for Elvis, now can we?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t suppose so.”

Taking me by the hand, Susan led me over to one of the plush chairs. She eased me down into it, and then turned back to get my bag. As I twisted my hands nervously in my lap, she did my makeup. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I said, “You’re awfully good at this.”

“It comes from years of being a dancer and then a dance teacher. When I first started out in some traveling ballet companies, we would sometimes do performances in parks where you would have to get ready behind trees. I honed my talent then. It also came to good use later when I opened my own studio. Even the tiniest of ballerinas need some makeup to ensure they look their best under the intense stage lights.”

Once she finished, she started brushing my hair in long strokes. When she met my gaze in the mirror, she winked. “I’m even better at up dos.”

“I’m so glad you’re here and not just for the hair and makeup.”

“It’s tough being the only girl in the group, isn’t it?”

I nodded, which caused a bobby pin to poke me in the head. “Sorry,” Susan said.

“It’s okay. It’s my fault.” I smiled. “You know, it’s funny because with three sisters, I never imagined I’d ever lament being the only girl somewhere.”

“It might sound trite, but I think you’re a good role model for the guys.”

“I am?”

“Not just for them to be around, but to also make them see how they need a girl just like you.”

I snorted. “I’m not sure Jake would ever think something like that, least of all stop being a manwhore for two seconds.” When I realized my mistake, I widened my eyes in horror. “I’m sorry.”

Susan waved a hand dismissively at me. “You have nothing to apologize for. I know my son and his faults. I just hope and pray that some girl will come along to change him. Then maybe the seeds you’ve planted along the way will come to fruition.”

“I hope so, too.”

A loud knock came at the door. “Yo, Lils, you decent?” AJ questioned.

“Well, I—” The door flew open before I could finish. “Guys!” I screeched, jerking on the lapels of the robe.

“Like we haven’t already seen you in a robe before,” Jake replied.