Margaret Daley - When Dreams Come True

For a good minute he didn’t say anything. He scanned the rows and rows of items and for a fleeting few seconds a bewildered look entered his eyes. “I’d forgotten how big these stores are. I’ll come with you. I just need a few personal items.”

“We’ll pick up the coffeepot first.”

“You won’t get a complaint from me.”

“I noticed you didn’t eat much breakfast. That was usually such an important meal for you. Is there anything I can get you for breakfast?” she asked, needing to fill any silence between them with idle chatter. The silence allowed her to think, which had been the main reason she had tossed and turned the past night—that and the fact Dane was only a few rooms away. Those few rooms might as well be a continent.

Again Dane didn’t respond right away. Zoey slanted a look at him and noticed the tightening about his mouth. She didn’t know what to say to him—what was a good topic for conversation.

“I’m sorry, Dane, if—”

He shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

Uncomfortable, Zoey wheeled the cart toward the small appliance area.

“My love for coffee hasn’t diminished. I just haven’t gotten the chance to indulge like I used to. In fact, I haven’t indulged in much lately. I must say, what the jungle had to offer is quite different from what this store has to offer. Makes you appreciate the small things we take for granted.”

Even though he sounded cavalier, her throat ached with suppressed feelings. His closed expression prohibited further discussion. He’d always insisted he kept quiet about his work to protect her. He’d never understood she’d needed to share the bad as well as the good with him.

She compelled herself to smile. “Then after we shop here, I know a store that sells the best coffee in this part of Kentucky. We’ll have to hurry, though. We don’t have much time before the game.”

“Why, Zoey, it’s so good to see you. I heard the news. Is this your young man?” Susan Daniels, her mother’s best friend, asked, planting herself in their path, her sharp, assessing gaze on them.

Zoey knew they wouldn’t be going anywhere until they had satisfied the older woman’s curiosity. “Susan, this is my husband, Dane Witherspoon.”

He nodded, a finely honed tension emanating from him. “Pleased to meet you.”

“My, what a ruckus you’ve caused in this little town, young man. Coming back from the dead. You must tell us what happened sometime.”

Dane stiffened. “There’s not much to tell.”

Waves of tension rolled off Dane. Zoey stepped between him and Susan. “I wish we had more time to talk, but Blake has a soccer game in less than an hour and we still have a lot of shopping to do. We’ll have to chat another time.” She maneuvered her cart around the older woman and continued toward the small appliance aisle, hoping Susan Daniels didn’t follow.

“You can slow down now, Zoey. I think we lost her at ladies’ clothing,” Dane said behind her.

Zoey glanced back. “Are you sure? When Susan wants to know something, she’s ruthless in her pursuit.”

“Then she’s met her match,” Dane said with a thread of steely determination she’d heard on more than one occasion.

She stopped in the middle of the small appliance aisle. “You have to realize, Dane, that everyone will want to know all the details.”

“It’s none of their business.”

“But that’s the way small towns are, especially since you never came with me and the children to visit Mom. You’re a mystery to them.”

“My past is just that, in the past.”

Realizing the people of Sweetwater had truly met their match in Dane, Zoey grabbed a box from the shelf. “I need a few cleaning supplies and some cat litter. Then we can get your things and get out of here.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“What?”

“People wanting to know your private affairs.”

“Sure, but you get used to it. There are some good things about small towns.”

“What?”

“I’m not alone. If I have a problem, there’s always someone around to help me.”

“Is that why you moved back here?”

“Yes. It wasn’t easy, but like you, I’d just as soon not discuss it. We can both have our secrets.” Which she knew wasn’t a good basis for a marriage, but she was determined to protect herself. Being the only one opening up in a relationship wasn’t good. She’d lived through that kind of relationship once before, and she wouldn’t do it again.

They quickly finished shopping and checked out. Walking to the car, Zoey was aware of people watching them, a few whispering to the person next to them. The people of Sweetwater meant well and cared about her and her family, but their interest was making the situation even more awkward than it already was.

At the car she said, “I forgot to ask earlier. You can drive if you want.”

His eyes clouded. “No, I’m not familiar with the town yet, and it has been a while since I was behind the wheel of a car.”

Dane had always insisted on driving before. He didn’t like anyone else driving when he was in the car. This change surprised Zoey, but she kept her thoughts to herself as she backed out of the parking space and headed toward the coffee shop on Second Street.

“You can wait in the car. I’ll get this,” Dane said as though he needed to show his independence.

Zoey watched her husband walk into the shop, say a few words to the lady behind the counter, then wait for her to fill his order. Zoey took deep breaths, but her chest still felt tight. Again, the feeling they were only polite strangers assailed her. How did they get past that? She couldn’t see going through the rest of her life skirting certain issues, pretending nothing was wrong when everything was.

Please, Lord, I feel so lost. I need Your help. What do I do now?

Nothing came to mind. Her shoulders slumped, and she rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She felt like the Hebrews wandering in the desert looking for their home. Lost. Alone. Miles and miles of barren land before her.

The sound of the door opening jolted her, and she straightened. Dane slid into the front seat, his expression unreadable.

“Dane, before we get to the soccer fields, I want you to know there will be a lot of people there and they’ll be curious about you and what happened. A few may even ask questions.”

“I can’t stop them from asking.” A half grin slipped across his mouth. “Thanks for warning me.”

“They’ll mean well.”

“I know.”

“They’ll just be concerned about me.”

“And they don’t think I am?”

Her grip on the steering wheel strengthened until pain shot up her arms. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know what you think anymore. Everything has changed.” She started the car and pulled out onto the road.

A heavy silence greeted that declaration. Tension mounted in the car, and it took all Zoey’s concentration to keep herself focused enough to drive to the soccer fields. She felt as though she were in an intense struggle—for her marriage, for her future—all in the span of fifteen hours.

“I know, but—” He couldn’t complete his sentence, his words dissolving into that uncomfortable silence.

She parked the car. “It looks like Blake’s game is about to start. We’d better hurry.”

“I’ll be along in a sec,” came Dane’s clipped response.

She climbed from the car and strode toward the bleachers, feeling the drill of Dane’s gaze into her back. A shiver flashed up her spine, and she rubbed her arms. Still the cold embedded itself deep in her bones. She sat next to Jesse Blackburn and offered her friend a smile that died instantly.

“Your mother called me and told me everything.” Jesse took her hand and squeezed it.

Zoey pictured her mom on the phone all morning before they had dropped off the girls, spreading the news to Zoey’s circle of friends that Dane had returned from the dead.

“I know it can’t be easy for you. Anytime you want to talk I’m here for you. We all are—Darcy, Beth, Tanya.”

“I know.” Zoey gulped, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat that made speaking difficult.

“I’ll try to fend off these vultures.” Jesse glanced around her.

“Shh,” Zoey said with a shaky laugh. “Don’t say that too loud.”

“It’s true. They’ve all been waiting for you to come. Your mom said it didn’t go well with Blake.”

Zoey found her son on the field with Alex Stone, the high school principal, who coached her son’s team. “No, it didn’t.”

“Honey, I’m sorry. I wish I could do something to make it all better.”

Alex clasped Blake on the shoulder and leaned down to say something to her son. Zoey dragged her gaze away from the pair, praying one day that Dane and Blake would regain the close relationship they’d once had. “My problem now is how do I make this all better for my son.”

“Be there for him. Like you were when you thought he’d lost his father.”

A deep sigh escaped Zoey’s lips. She remembered the long struggle after Dane’s disappearance with Blake resisting any attempt at help. A bone-tired weariness blanketed her as she thought of the path ahead of her—and Dane.

Her husband was back, but for how long? It had taken her a long time to learn to stand on her own two feet after he’d disappeared. She’d married Dane right after college and had never really been on her own until she’d been forced to with his disappearance. Over the past few years she had slowly learned to depend only on herself. She would hold this family together somehow, but she would keep her heart guarded.

Dane eased down next to her. She wanted to take his hand and hold it, to convey her support, to begin to forge a future for them, but his closed expression stopped her. She trained her gaze on the field to watch the start of the game, the tension between her and Dane razor sharp. He had pulled into himself even further. She suspected to protect himself. It was something he was quite good at doing. And it was something she was going to have to learn to do if she was going to survive this upheaval.

Toward the end of the first half Dane leaned close and whispered, “The coach is very good with our son.”

“Yes, Alex is. Blake can count on him.”

“But not me?”

Zoey pulled back and looked long and hard at Dane. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. I wasn’t there for Blake when he obviously needed it. I’m glad someone was. I just wished it had been me.”

This time she did take his hand. “So do I.”

“But it wasn’t me, Zoey.”

“Dane—”

He forced a smile to his lips. “Maybe I should ask this Alex for pointers. I’m certainly going to need them with my own son.”

Suddenly Zoey felt conscious of the people around them listening to their conversation. She pressed her lips together and resolved to pursue this discussion later even if Dane’s expression was now cloaked, as though he regretted that brief glimpse of vulnerability.

At the half, the people around them introduced themselves to Dane and welcomed him to Sweetwater. He evaded their questions about where he had been and what he had been doing. Keeping secrets, holding himself apart from others, came so effortlessly and naturally to him that Zoey didn’t know if he could truly be a member of a family or a small town like Sweetwater.

When Wilbur Thompson kept wanting to know what he’d been up to these last few years, Zoey knew living in a small town was going to propose a lot of problems for Dane. Dallas had suited him well because he could get lost in a crowd. Sweetwater would eat him up alive because many people like Wilbur didn’t take no comment for an answer.