“Told you what?”
“That you chose work over family. How after a bunch of grief from both places, you eventually decided you didn’t need either one and just up and left one day.”
His grandpa huffed. “There’s two sides to every story, you know.”
“You have something to say, say it.”
Eddie nodded to the bench next to him for Spence to sit. So Spence sat. For a few minutes they were silent.
“You know I was an inventor like you,” Eddie finally said. “I had the brains for it. But not for the business side of things. I had a partner. Not as good a man as Caleb, I might add. He stole ten patents out from right under my nose and I didn’t even notice. My ability to focus on the work came with thick blinders and everything else fell by the wayside.”
Spence stared at him. “So you just left? Your life wasn’t all about business. You walked away from your family too.”
“I was broke. Broke and humiliated, and had nothing left to offer. I’d lost everything.”
“Your family didn’t care,” Spence said. “All Grandma wanted was you, and she’d have taken whatever part of you she could get. She would’ve been willing to share you with work. Dad too.”
Eddie held his gaze and slowly nodded. “I know that now. Because hindsight is twenty-twenty. What I don’t know is how you’re sitting there judging me but you’re not believing it yourself. Because if you were believing it, you’d be in New York, chasing down the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“You can’t chase love.”
“Wrong,” Eddie said. “You can do whatever you want. Life is short, Spence. Don’t waste it on stuff that doesn’t matter.”
“Are you saying family doesn’t matter?”
“I’m saying that people make mistakes. So forgive. Love. Laugh.”
“Now you sound like a slogan for the Hallmark Channel.”
“Hey,” Eddie said. “I like the Hallmark Channel. It makes me smile, and you know what? You could use a little bit more of that.”
Elle came through the courtyard, holding a box. She looked perfectly put together, the only thing giving away her earlier “meeting” in Archer’s office being her overly flushed cheeks. She stopped in front of Spence.
“No,” he said.
“I didn’t say anything yet,” she said.
“You’re going to tell me another woman sent me yet another present.”
She dropped the box in his lap. “Another woman sent you yet another present.”
“Dammit, Elle.”
“Open it.”
He met her gaze and saw something there that had him sighing and taking the box. In it was a duffle bag much like his old one but not battered and abused—filled with all his favorite candy bars. The jumbo sizes.
His throat tightened but it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest.
“Wow,” Elle said. “The perfect gift for you. I’ve been trying to get you to replace your piece-of-shit duffle bag for a year.”
Eddie reached into the box and took a candy bar in each hand. “You’re not nearly as smart as you pretend to be if you don’t go after that girl.”
“That might just be the first thing you and I agree on,” Elle told Eddie.
He beamed at her. “See, I’ve finally worn you down with my charm.” He clapped a hand on Spence’s shoulder. “Time to use yours, boy, and go get our girl.”
Spence rose to his feet. “I need some air.”
“We’re already outside,” Eddie said, but Spence kept walking, heading toward the street and his truck. He pulled out his phone and called Colbie. He missed her. He loved her. And dammit, he wasn’t just going to let her go. At least not until he told her.
She didn’t answer.
He was still holding his phone when it vibrated with an incoming call. His heart leapt but it was just Finn.
“It’s Christmas Eve,” his friend opened with.
“Yeah?” Spence said, not feeling the spirit in the least. “So?”
“So . . . you’re supposed to be at the pub.”
“Why?” Spence asked.
“Because that’s what we do on Christmas Eve. We all hang out together. Hurry. I need you for something first.”
“What?”
Finn sighed. “Just get your ass over here.”
Spence blew out a breath. “Fine.”
“Now, right?”
“Jesus, you’re out of control, but yeah, whatever.”
He was nearly to the pub when his phone rang again and he answered without looking at the screen. “I said I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.”
“Spence.”
He nearly tripped over his own feet at the sound of Colbie’s voice in his ear. Which reminded him that he was a complete dumbass who wasn’t supposed to answer his phone without looking at the screen first.
But in this case, he was glad, so very glad he had. Just the sound of her had him in knots, in the very best of ways. “Hey,” he said, softening his voice. “Sorry, I thought it was Finn.”
“And I’m sorry I missed your call.” She paused. “It’s good to hear you, Spence.”
He stopped at the door of the pub, stilled by a rush of love and heat and hunger. He closed his eyes. “Same.”
“Where are you?”
He walked into the pub, his phone still up to his ear as he took in the room.
The place was lit up for the holiday, with soft white twinkling lights strung from the rafters and in and around the hanging lanterns, giving off a warm holiday glow that might have reached Spence if his heart wasn’t shrunk to the size of the Grinch’s.
Finn and Sean always closed on Christmas Eve. It was their gang only. They always had dinner and drinks together and toasted the holiday in their own way. Usually with a vicious, high-stakes dart tournament and then a round of pool.
“I’m in the pub,” he said to Colbie. And I wish you were here . . . And it was like the wanting conjured her up. He could feel her.
“Me too,” she said in surround sound, both in his ear and from behind him.
He whipped around and, phone still at his ear, saw her about twenty steps away, at the bar. Their eyes locked and it was all he could do to breathe. She started toward him and he could feel his entire face lighting up. She was in a little black dress and some serious black boots and his heart wasn’t the only thing that took notice.
A warm smile curved her lips as her green gaze ate him up much the same way his was doing to her. “I wanted to give you your Christmas present in person.”
“You already sent me one,” he said inanely, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.
“That one was a decoy. This one’s bigger.” She grinned. “And hopefully better.”
“What is it?” he asked.
She pulled her phone from her ear, tossed it to the bar, and pointed to herself.
Chapter 30
#FudgeNuggets
Colbie’s heart was thundering in her chest, ricocheting off her ribs. She was going on fumes at this point and grateful that going from east to west had given her three extra hours of Christmas Eve. It’d allowed her to zip her way back here in time for this. For what would hopefully be the best night of her life.
Their life. Spence stood before her looking like the sexiest geek she’d ever seen, all tall, dark, and as rumpled and exhausted as she.