What Happens in the Air
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Michele Dunaway
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Prologue
Ten, nine, eight... As the crowd in Times Square counted down, Shelby’s gaze shifted from the TV screen in the third-floor living room to the figure who’d appeared in the doorway. Her heart jumped. He’d made it.
“Sorry, I’m late. You know how Aunt Edna is,” Luke Thornburg said. He reached for her hand, helping her out of her favorite overstuffed chair. Little tingles ran up her arm. “Come on.”
Hand in hand, they raced down the wide center hallway to the balcony overlooking Main Street. Luke threw open the door and they stepped into the brisk winter air. Down below, revelers on the streets of Beaumont cheered as the clock hit zero.
The fireworks would start when the church bells stopped chiming, and Luke lifted Shelby’s chin and lowered his mouth to hers. She savored the softness of his lips and the touch of his tongue. He drew back and swiped his finger over her cheek. “Happy New Year, Shelby.”
She would not cry. She’d be brave. “Happy New Year, Luke.”
He kissed her again, and as the last chime faded away, he dropped an arm over her shoulders and turned them so they faced the riverfront. “Look!”
The first fireworks whizzed into the sky and, seconds later, burst into a cascade of red stars. She settled into his arms. For most of her seventeen years, she and Luke had watched the celebratory Missouri River fireworks show from this exact spot. They’d known one another forever, after all. But tonight was the first time they’d watched as a couple. They’d started dating in September, right before homecoming. Over winter break, they’d taken the next step, making love. Tonight was their last night together until he returned in June from a semester abroad. She’d miss him terribly.
Luke drew her even closer. “Aunt Edna kept talking. I couldn’t get away.”
“It’s okay.” She’d met Aunt Edna and understood. Still, during the wait, Shelby had nibbled off her lip gloss. A self-described tomboy, she’d worn the faint pink color because dressing up for New Year’s Eve was family tradition and she’d wanted Luke to remember her as fancy and pretty. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Despite herself, she was nervous. She never should have listened to Maren—their new friend who’d moved to Beaumont right before Thanksgiving. Maren maintained Luke was after one thing—sex—and once Shelby put out, he’d be like most guys and dump her. After all, Maren said, who could fault him if he wanted freedom from entanglements while in London?
Secure in his arms, Shelby shoved away any lingering doubts. Luke was only a few months older and her best friend. Their fathers had served in the military together, so their parents had been friends forever and next-door neighbors almost as long. Shelby’s childhood pictures had Luke and/or his parents in them. They’d shared milestones: from first steps, to learning to fish, to crewing their families’ hot-air balloon, to being each other’s first kiss, and then first lovers. More fireworks burst over the sky.
“I can tell you’re sad, you know,” Luke said. “June will be here before we know it.”
She couldn’t be selfish. The semester abroad was such a great opportunity for him. “Nine a.m. flight, right?”
“Yeah. I’m nervous,” he admitted.
“You’ll do great,” she encouraged, trying to remain upbeat.
His tone turned wistful. “Except I’m going to miss taking you to prom. Email me pictures of your dress. And email me every day. And keep taking pictures.”
Shelby forced a smile, for whenever she thought of his leaving, her heart hurt. But she’d encouraged him to go. Luke had finished all his high school credits a semester early, and it was a great opportunity for him to attend this educational program in England. She herself would travel the world if given the chance. “You know it. And I’m excited to try out my new camera.”
Her parents had given her a DSLR camera for Christmas, and Luke had accompanied her when she’d tested it out. Eventually she hoped to see all the places she read about in the Global Outdoors magazine her parents bought for the inn’s guest parlor. “Dad said we’ve got a world-famous photographer staying with us in a few weeks. Maybe she’ll give me some pointers.”
Cheers erupted from the people below on Main Street as more vivid shades of red, green, yellow and blue boomed overhead.
Luke pushed back his dark blond hair. “My leaving won’t change anything,” he promised as orange flames bloomed across the clear night. Somewhere along the line he’d grown half a head taller. His cheekbones had become more defined and chiseled. He smelled divine—like a spice with a hint of sage.
But leaving would change things, Shelby knew. Besides missing prom, he wouldn’t see her make her first flight as a hot-air-balloon pilot, a goal she’d been working toward for almost two years. Curling her fingers into his jacket, she gripped tight as glittery silver fireworks zigzagged and swooshed. Her breath made small clouds in the chilly air. Jittery nerves made her poke him directly below his left rib. His childhood body had been replaced by rock-solid muscle—her family and his had celebrated his eighteenth birthday the day after Thanksgiving.
“Hey, stop that. I’m bigger, you know.”
She clung to their easy teasing. “I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be. I’m older and wiser.”
“By two whole months.” He laughed with the deep throaty sound she liked and a mouth that made her tingle all over whenever he kissed her. Which he now did.
“Still older,” he said as he broke the kiss. “I’ll miss that when I’m gone.” His gaze sharpened. “I’ll miss you.”
More fireworks shot forth and began booming, but rather than watching them, Shelby focused on how the bright lights reflected like flames in Luke’s brown eyes. The colors highlighted a jawline covered with light stubble. “When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
“I know. I love you, too.” Without letting go, she faced the river. When she and Luke had been younger, they’d stood here and searched for river pirates. They’d pretended to be riverboat captains, or explorers surveying uncharted land. When they’d entered their teens, they’d discussed homework assignments, or later, their first crushes. None of her or Luke’s crushes had ever rated a second date.
Luke made her laugh. He kept her secrets. He held her when she cried. Once he’d carried her home half a mile after she’d sprained her ankle. The tingly warmth of his body kept the chill at bay. He was her other half.
No other boy held a candle to him. And when they’d sealed their love? The three waterfall fireworks that overlapped in a loud, colorful symphony in the finale couldn’t begin to compare to the sparks of their lovemaking. Below, the revelers oohed and aahed but, for Shelby, impending loss settled like a rock in her stomach. The middle of June was a lifetime away.
Down below, partygoers returned inside. Luke and Shelby remained at the railing, watching the plumes of residual gray smoke dissipate. Heading into the brightness meant saying goodbye. A horn blared below and they instinctively turned toward each other. Luke leaned his forehead against hers. Warm hands slid up to cup her cheeks. “You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine,” she lied. Her flats, cream tights and plaid dress, so perfect for the inn’s annual Ring-in-the-New-Year party inside, didn’t keep away the chill like the heavy sweater, jeans and boots he was wearing.
“Your teeth are chattering.” But instead of moving toward the door, his thumbs slid to her mouth—right thumb pressed to her bottom lip—and Shelby sucked in an anticipatory breath.
“We’re going to be okay, Shelby.”
While time could do nothing but march forward, for a brief moment, the world slowed. Paused, as Luke brought his lips softly to hers like a butterfly’s landing. “I love you.”
The kiss deepened and sent Shelby spiraling until they heard her dad as he shouted, “Are you two up there?”
Shelby’s eyelids snapped open. Luke dropped his hands. Fumbling for composure, she stepped into the bright hallway. “Yep. Fireworks just finished.”
Shelby’s dad gaze flickered between the two of them, his face unreadable as he took in her swollen lips. “Time to call it a night.” To Luke, he said, “Your parents and Aunt Edna walked home already.”
“Thanks. Happy New Year, Shelby.” Luke took the back stairs two at a time.
“Everything okay?” her dad asked.
She would not cry at the interrupted goodbye. Once they’d told their parents they were dating, both of their dads had started checking on them. Her mom had even given her the sex talk—an awkward experience.
“I’ll miss him. He’s my best friend.” Voicing facts didn’t lessen the hurt.
Her dad’s big-bear hugs normally made things better, but not this time. “I know it’s hard. But he’ll be back in June. Until then, you’ll have prom and graduation and... My princess going off to college in August? Say it isn’t so.”
She wiggled to get free. “Dad.”
He released her with a last ruffle of her pixie cut. She entered her bedroom, closed the door and flopped down on the huge four-poster with a pink floral bedspread.
A light soon flashed from the window of the three-story building next door. Shelby grabbed the flashlight she kept on a bedside table and plunged her room into darkness. In middle school, she and Luke had learned Morse code in Explorers. They’d become so proficient they’d won a competition, and with a limited cell-phone calling plan and no data, sending messages became their thing.
“We’ll see each other when I get back,” Luke sent. “First thing.”
“Okay,” Shelby returned.
“I love you.”
“Me, too.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
“Me, too.”
“Write me.”
“I will. Every day.”
“Do not forget.”
“I won’t,” she promised, meaning every long and short pulse of light she used to create the words.
“Pinkie swear.” He used the term from when they’d been seven and determined that swearing loyalty was the best way to keep each other’s secrets. So far they’d never betrayed that trust.
Missing him already, a tear threatened as she signaled back, “I love you. Forever friends. Pinkie swear.”
Fate would make a liar of them both.
