even worse. Sheâd told him that it was about time, and then, when heâd finally managed to get himself under control, she had said that it was time to move on with his life. She was right. The next day had been the one-year anniversary of his sobriety, and the first day of the rest of his life.
He didnât know why he really wanted to hold Lacey, because she certainly wasnât being receptive to him. He just wanted the connection. Needed it.
But whatever the reason, it was a line he couldnât cross.
Randy dropped her hand and stepped back.
Lacey quickly glanced from side to side. âI reallyshould get back to the party and get busy. I canât leave all this mess for Mom to clean up by herself.â
âThen I should probably leave.â
Laceyâs face reddened. âIâm being a terrible host.
I invited you so you could have a good time and meet new people, not just to help with Bryceâs computer.
Please go mingle, or go see what Bryce is doing. I have to go find my mom.â
Randy didnât want to leave Lacey alone with her thoughts quite yet, but he liked to think he could take a hint. He nodded, and left the kitchen.
The second he entered the living room, one of Bryceâs friends approached him.
âBryce told me you know a lot about computers. My computer keeps rebooting. Do you think it might have a virus?â
A woman he hadnât met yet also joined them. âI was wondering if you could give me a little advice. I canât get my printer to work. I thought I installed it properly, but it wonât even do the test page. Do you have any ideas?â
Randy mentally ran through a list of what could be wrong with both units. For now, he didnât mind giving out free technical support because it gave him something to keep his mind occupied.
Still, in the back of his mind, he couldnât help but think of Lacey. He couldnât erase the past, but therehad to be something he could do to build toward the futureâa future that suddenly included more than just himself.
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âHi, Lacey. Your boyfriend was right.â
Lacey lowered her cell phone for a second, smiled at her customer to indicate that she would be a few minutes, then turned to the side to continue her conversation.
Good manners would have her respond to Susanâs greeting, but no words would come. Randy may have been right, but Susan was wrong. Randy wasnât her boyfriend, and he would never be her boyfriend. However, Lacey didnât know what to say to Susan, because, just as Randy warned her, she didnât want to do anything to discourage Susan. Being married to Eric, Susan didnât have enough encouraging moments.
Susan kept talking, not noticing Laceyâs lack of reply. âRemember when Randy said that the best time to talk to Eric wasnât when he was feeling better? When I left with the kids, heâd forgotten about Bryceâs party. He thought I was leaving him, and it scared him. Heâd been sick, and he wasnât fully sober when I got home, but he agreed to talk to Randy this morning. He just phoned me from work to say he was sorry about yesterday. Isnât that great?â
Lacey tried not to let her doubts about the likelihood of long-term success dampen the small bit of encouragement. If any man had treated Lacey like Eric treated Susan, Lacey would have expected more than an apologetic phone call the next day. But for Susan, an apology was better than what happened most of the times Eric did something.
âYes, that is great,â she said, trying her best to sound like she meant it.
âI donât know what Randy said, but youâre so lucky to have met him. Heâs wonderful.â
Lacey bit her lower lip. The same thing had happened at Bryceâs party. The minute Randy left, everyone started talking about him, about how funny and charming and smart he was. Yet, even while everyone was enthusiastically
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