“Why are you being so nice to me?”
Her question startled him from his thoughts, but she was asking and she deserved an honest answer. “I want to know more about you — the real you, not this spoiled little girl you try to show everyone.”
“How do you know that’s not me?” She couldn’t hide the pain in her voice.
“I don’t,” he said, and he felt her recoil. “But I have a good feeling that it’s an act, like I said a couple of weeks ago. I’d just really like to know why you feel the need to put on such a facade.”
If he was honest with her, maybe she’d reciprocate. He practically held his breath as he waited for her to speak. He could feel her pulse increase. Had it really been so long since she’d opened up that she didn’t know how to do it anymore?
“You can talk to me, Brielle. It won’t leave this room,” he vowed. “I know you don’t know me, but once I give my word, I don’t break it.”
“You’re right. I don’t know you. I don’t let myself know anyone,” she said with a sigh.
“Why? You’re obviously beautiful, intelligent, full of spirit, and that’s just scratching the surface. Why do you feel you have to act like someone you aren’t?”
Brielle sighed again. “Do you know that I have four brothers?”
“No. I knew you had siblings. I met your father. There was something he said about you all being spoiled and needing to grow up before it was too late. I wasn’t in the best of moods when I spoke to him,” Colt said. What he didn’t say was why he’d been in such a bad mood. If she knew it was because he’d just learned that the land he wanted had been sold out from under him, she’d close up faster than a Venus flytrap with a fresh kill.
“Well, I do have four brothers. We used to be so close…” she began, then stopped to pull herself together. “My mother took off when I was only three. I guess she’d had enough of being with us. I never knew her. My oldest brothers have vague memories, but I have nothing, not even a memory of her smile from back then. I was so little. There are pictures, of course, but I never look at them. She betrayed me, betrayed us all. It was even worse because when I was growing up, all my friends had moms. I didn’t understand why I didn’t.”
She choked up for a moment. Colt didn’t say a word, just found himself holding her close to his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair.
“I miss them, you know.”
“Miss who?”
“My brothers, even my dad. I never say that out loud, never admit to anyone that I miss them, that I need them. If I admit it, then I hurt, and I’ve hurt enough already to last me a lifetime. Before this last year I hadn’t shed a single tear since I was thirteen years old.”
“Not one tear? Not even when you got hurt?”
“Nope. Not a single tear.”
“What was so significant when you were thirteen?”
She was silent for so long that Colt knew that whatever she was going to say would make a difference. He just didn’t know which of them it would actually change.
“That was when I found my mom.”
Colt sat there and waited. Something traumatic must have happened to make her feel the need to become so determined to hide who she really was. The air around them was so thick, it felt like an actual weight on his shoulders.
She started to squirm in his arms. “You don’t really want to hear this, Colt.”
He continued caressing her hair as he said, “I really do, Brielle. Open up to me. It will help.”
“But I don’t even know you.”
“Sometimes it’s easier to open up to someone you don’t know, because there isn’t that fear of being judged the rest of your life.”
“I found out that my mother was living in South Carolina, and I had a friend who was vacationing in the same town on the coast where my mother lived. Dad didn’t know, so when they asked if I could vacation with them, he let me go. It was summertime, and I stalled for almost the entire week before showing up at her door.”
Again she paused as a sob stopped her. But she managed to swallow the tears. “She lived in this nice neighborhood. Nothing like where I lived with my father, but a nice two-story house with flowerpots on the front porch. It’s funny the things I remember, but I clearly recall those blue ceramic pots with purple flowers in them. I gazed at them for what had to be five minutes before I worked up the courage to ring the doorbell.”
“Was she home?”
“Yes. She opened the door, and I was amazed. She was so beautiful. We have the same color hair, and the same eyes. It was almost surreal looking at her in the open door. She had a friendly smile on her face as she asked how she could help me. I remember my heart thumping so hard I couldn’t even breathe. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess I was hoping she would recognize me immediately. I mean, I am her daughter, but it had been ten years since she’d seen me, and it wasn’t as if she’d been home all that much those three years right after my birth. Or at least that’s what my brothers said.”
Brielle was rambling, but Colt didn’t try to stop her. He knew this wasn’t easy. He began kneading the tense muscles in her shoulders.
“I told her who I was and her smile faded — it was almost in slow motion. She looked around behind me as if worried someone was watching, and then ushered me into the house. I was so happy that she invited me in. I didn’t even think about the fact that her smile had disappeared.
“We walked into the living room, and I’ll never forget that moment, because there was a gas fireplace against the wall, and a few framed photos sat above it. They weren’t of my brothers and me, but of her with another man and two little girls, girls with the same color hair as me…”
This time when she tried to push down the sob ripping through her, it didn’t work. A deep grimace of pain contorted her beautiful face as she fought against the truth of the memory.
“You can stop, Brielle. You don’t have to go down this road…”
“No. I need to finish… I asked her who they were. She told me they were her children. I’ll never forget the ache in my chest at her words. I turned and asked her about me, about my brothers. She said…” She stopped again.
This time, Colt didn’t interrupt.