Home to Chicory Lane (9781426796074) by Raney Deborah

Author:Raney, Deborah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abingdon Pr
Published: 2014-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

21

Once they started tossing out ideas to write on their papers, Landyn began to feel a little more at ease with Chase. His hair was longer than he usually wore it and he looked like he’d gained a little weight. It looked good on him. Funny how a person could change in only four weeks.

Or maybe she was just remembering him wrong.

Chase wrote something else on his paper, then clicked his ballpoint pen and picked up the sheet. “Okay. Remember how Pastor Simmons said to do it? I’ll read my list and if there’s anything on it you absolutely aren’t willing to do, we’ll cross it off. Then same thing with my turn.”

“Okay.” She tried to sound more enthusiastic than she felt. But she could have predicted what was on Chase’s list of possibilities.

“Okay . . . The obvious,” he started. “Coming back to New York and living together here.” His arm swept the small apartment with a wide gesture, as if he could make the place appear larger than it was. “Number two, moving back to Langhorne, and sort of”—he shrugged—“starting over. Number three, moving back to the Upper West Side and me commuting to Bed-Stuy.”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Well, it’s not my first choice—”

“Or second.”

“No. But . . . I’d consider it. If that seemed like the best thing for both of us.”

“Okay.” He’d managed to surprise her. “What else?”

“That’s about it. Except maybe . . .” He pressed his lips together as if he’d changed his mind about telling her something on his list.

“No, we have to put it all out there.”

“Okay. But remember, you can nix it, too.”

“Okay.”

“Well . . . I found this loft in downtown Langhorne that would make a fantastic studio.”

“Langhorne? I thought Miles said you needed to live here.”

“He did. And he might not be too happy about me leaving, but he doesn’t own me.”

“Maybe not, but if you’re not making him any money, he might disown you.”

He shot her a droll grin. “Then I guess I’ll just have to be sure I’m making him money.”

“And us.”

“If I’m making him money, I’m making us money.”

“I know,” she said quickly, sensing his impatience. “You said we could live a lot cheaper in Langhorne.” What he’d said was that they could live on one income in Langhorne. But she wasn’t sure if he’d meant her one income, or his. She didn’t see any way his art could generate enough income for them to make it. Anywhere.

“So? Anything on my list that you want to cross out?”

She thought a minute. “Your number one is the one I’m most tempted to cross off.” She watched him closely, trying—and failing—to read his reaction. “But I’d leave it on there with some caveats.”

“Like?”

“Like we’d have to be sure we could afford it.” And that there’d be room for a crib and a stroller. She had to tell him. Her news changed everything, and here she was pretending to herself that any of these choices could work with a baby.

“I wouldn’t do it unless I was sure.

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