He smiled. “But it’s so fun! How can you even think about germs?”
“Osten once asked to go bowling for his birthday. We rented an entire bowling alley for the afternoon. After I realized you were supposed to wear used shoes, I couldn’t get over it. No matter how much disinfectant they sprayed in there, I wasn’t up for that. Everyone played, even Mom, but I watched.”
“That’s sad. Are you afraid of germs?” His tone was almost mocking.
I let the snub go. “No. It’s just incredibly unappealing.”
“Well, that settles it,” he said.
“Settles what?”
“If you marry me, the first order of business is putting in our own personal bowling alley.”
I laughed.
“I’m not kidding. Maybe we could do away with the studio and put it there.”
“No more Reports?” I asked joyfully. “Okay, that might be a tipping point for me. I’m on board.”
“You could design your own shoes!”
“Oooooh!” I could already imagine taking those weird shoes and making them worthy of royalty. That would be a fun project. “That’s one thing I really like about you, Fox. You’re good at lightening the mood.”
“I think we’re good, Your Majesty,” the photographer said, retreating. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I called. “Sorry about that. With things getting to the end, people really want a peek into the final four.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” he said. “I feel lucky, getting this far, getting to be with you.”
I rubbed my thumb across his hand. “Thanks, Fox. I know I’ve been busy.”
“Do I look upset? I’m on the first date with you as queen. How incredible is that?”
I hadn’t even considered how that might be taken. I’d been hoping to hint that he might be leaving soon. Now I felt trapped.
“I’ve been so rude. How are you doing? How’s your family?”
“Dad’s all right. He’s been bragging to everyone who’ll stop and listen. ‘You saw Fox was in the final four, right? That’s my boy.’” He shook his head. “I guess he hasn’t had much to celebrate for a while, so even though I kind of want to tell him to calm down, I can’t. At least I don’t have to watch it firsthand.”
I giggled. “I know what you mean. My dad’s into photography, and he likes to document every little thing. For some reason it can be way more embarrassing when he’s there than a journalist, even when they’re doing the exact same thing.”
“It’s your dad. It’s personal.”
“Yeah.”
We fell silent, and the palace felt empty. For a moment I missed the crowding mass of boys who’d stormed into my life barely two months ago. I wondered if I would keep thinking about them after this was all over.
“Anyway, he’s doing well, all things considered,” Fox said, filling the space. “He’s really proud, but he keeps asking me questions that I’m never quite sure how to answer.”
“What do you mean?”
I watched Fox’s expression shift from determination to embarrassment.
“He keeps asking me if I love you. Or if you love me. I’ve told him that I can’t go walking into your office and demanding a declaration of love.” He grinned, showing he understood how unreasonable the request was. “I would never ask you to tell me your feelings. I’m not sure that’s fair. But I thought you should know that I … I …”
“Don’t say it.”
“Why not? I felt it for a while now, and I’ve wanted to tell you.”
“I’m not ready to hear it.” I backed away, my heart pounding in my ears. This was too fast, too sudden. I’d hardly gotten to speak to him recently, and now this?
“Eadlyn. I want you to at least know how I feel. You’re going to have to pick someone soon, so wouldn’t it be wise for you to have this information?”
I turned to him and squared my shoulders. If I could face reporters and dignitaries, I could face a boy. “Tell me everything, Fox.”
His smile was tiny but sincere. “I think I’ve been a goner for you from the night you let me stay. You were so kind to me in the middle of the worst night of my life, and I’m desperate for you to meet my family. I want to see you on the beach in Clermont; I want you to spend an evening around the table with us. In a million ways, I think you’d fit right in with the Wesleys.”
He paused, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he’d said that.
“I want to help you. I want to be there for you in any way I can. And I’d like to think that you could be there for me. I don’t know how much longer I have with my dad. I’d like him to know I’ve chosen a path before he dies.”
I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed with guilt. It wasn’t that long ago my mother was on what I thought was her deathbed. I understood that wish.
“But that doesn’t mean I can make it come true,” I mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I answered, shaking my head clear. “Fox, these are beautiful sentiments. And I admire your honesty, but I’m not ready to make any promises.”