Love on Pointe by Tiffany Odekirk

Author:Tiffany Odekirk
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lds;mormon;clean;romance;race;religion;college;family;secrets;ballet
Publisher: Covenant Communications, Inc.
Published: 2017-04-20T19:03:44+00:00

November

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Rhys

Repentance /ree-pen-təns/ n—Trying to make up for the past so

you can move on with the future

I have one shot, and I’m not going to screw it up. Tonight has to be perfect. It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen her, and the thought of doing it again seems impossible. I have to make her understand that we can make this work.

I run my hands through my still-wet hair, sending water droplets over the room. I pull some product through my hair and then tug on my coat.

Supe looks up from the TV when I walk into the living room.

“Going somewhere?” he asks.

“Date.”

Supe’s eyebrows shoot up. “So things went well when you told her, then?”

I shrug. “As good as could be expected, I guess.”

“So tonight . . .”

“I’m taking her dancing again at Joe’s.” I’m hoping that will remind her why we’re so good together.

Supe mutes the TV. “It’s not a bad idea.”

“But?”

“Is her forgetting why she likes you really the problem?”

No. The problem is that she thinks she doesn’t know me. Taking her to Joe’s is my attempt to show her where we first connected. Where I first tried to show her what I’m really like. To remind her I’m still me. But maybe Supe’s right; maybe that isn’t what needs to be addressed. “Maybe you’re right. But I’m picking her up in ten minutes, and I don’t have a backup plan.” I sit on the arm of the couch and rack my brain to come up with a better date. “Any ideas?”

“Dinner? Walk around the mall?” His face crunches up, showing he’s as unimpressed with his suggestions as I am. “Yeah. Not my best work.”

I let out a heavy breath. This might be my one and only shot to show her that I love her and, even though I’m not a member, I support her. That’s it. She needs to know that even though I’m not a member, no matter what my beliefs are, I support her in hers. A plan forms in my mind. “Can I borrow a white shirt and tie?” I ask Supe.

“Sure, man. Borrow whatever you want. Where are you taking her?”

“The mother ship.” I go change, then hurry out to my truck. The streets to her house are familiar to me and are a blur. I leave the truck running so the heater will stay warm, and I smooth my coat as I walk to her door. I don’t remember ever being as nervous as when I knock on her door.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Emmy says as soon as she opens the door.

“Okay . . .” Not what I was expecting.

“Because I’ve been retracing every conversation we’ve ever had, and the thing is, I’m upset, Rhys. And not just because you didn’t tell me—because I think I understand why you didn’t—but because I’m in love with you and I’m not sure there’s anything you can say or do that will make things work between us.”

She’s mad. Of course she is.

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