Too Far 05 - Simple Perfection

trying for a while now, apparently. I didn’t know. She hadn’t said anything. But she’s now three months along and they heard the heartbeat yesterday. She feels it’s safe to tell people now.”
    Woods pushed the swing with his feet so I curled mine back behind me and let him do the work. “She’ll be a wonderful mother,” I told him.
    “I agree with you. She’s pretty damn fierce when she loves someone.”
    I laughed and looked up at him. “Yes, she is.”
    Woods bent down and kissed the tip of my nose. “I love you.”
    “I love you more,” I said in reply. That was always his line. I figured I would take it away from him.
    He chuckled. “Thief.”
    I pinched the skin covering his abs and he squirmed.
    We sat there for a while and enjoyed the evening breeze. Fall was here and Rosemary was peaceful again. The crowds were gone. Jace’s absence still clung to us. We all felt it. We knew we always would. But lately we had all been able to talk about him again. Someone would tell a funny story about him and we would all laugh instead of cry.
    Bethy was at work again but Woods still wasn’t ready to speak to her. He knew he was wrong. He admitted it to me one night. But he said he couldn’t forgive her. I let it go. I knew he just needed more time.
    Tripp was also back in town. He had been gone for about a week and packed up his place in South Carolina. Then he’d moved back here into his condo. Woods had given him a place on the board of directors at the club.
    “Della?”
    “Yes?”
    “Do you believe in fate?”
    I thought about it a minute. I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t given much thought to the idea of fate before.
    “What exactly do you mean by that?” I asked.
    “I mean . . . do you think things happen for a reason, and no matter what we do or what we choose they’ll happen anyway?”
    He was thinking about Jace’s death. He didn’t want to hate Bethy. But his heart wasn’t letting him forgive her because of his love for Jace.
    “I think that everyone’s life is controlled by a series of events. They choose what they want and if it is in their control they can reach it. Sometimes luck shines on them and sometimes it doesn’t. I also think accidents happen and we are placed in situations where we have to do things for those we love that we don’t want to do.”
    Woods didn’t say anything.
    I let him think about it. I wasn’t going to push him to forgive Bethy.
    That would be something he’d have to find within himself when he was ready.

Woods
    I slipped my phone in my pocket and waited by my truck for Della’s car to pull into the gas station. I had made sure her tank was low before I left the house an hour ago. She was going to need gas before she met me at the Mexican restaurant where we’d gone before our one-night stand. I had convinced her earlier that she wanted the quesadillas for dinner. Talking about melted cheese had been all I needed to get her to agree to drive the short distance out of town.
    Her car turned the corner, and just like I’d planned she pulled up to the tank. She had already spotted my truck parked on the other side of the pump when she pulled up.
    Her car door swung open and she was grinning at me like I was crazy.
    “What are you doing here? I thought you were waiting on me at the restaurant.”
    I stepped around the pump and leaned against her car. “I believe we’ve been here before,” I said, watching as she realized what I was talking about.
    Her smile grew and her eyes twinkled with laughter. “Yes, I believe we have. But good news: this time I can pump my own gas,” she said.
    I had met her for the first time in this very spot. She’d been wearing tiny little shorts, looking sexy as hell, and had no idea how to pump gas. I had needed a distraction from my life and there she was.
    “Damn, I was hoping I could pump it for you,” I said.
    She pressed her lips together in a smile and shrugged. “If you really want to, then you can.”
    “I need you to pop the door,” I told her, pointing to the little door where the fuel went.
    “Oh! I saw you and forgot to do that.” I watched as she turned around and bent inside the car to push the button.
    I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small box that I had kept hidden in my sock drawer for a week. Della turned around and started to say something but stopped when I went down on one knee.
    “A year ago I was lost. My life was a fucked-up mess. I stopped to get gas right here and found