Part 26 (1/2)
Her voice rose a notch, and she leaned forward, tossing her hands in the air. ”I asked the nurse if she was sure it was your girlfriend in the room. I thought maybe she'd made a mistake, that maybe your mom was in there.” Kari shook her head hard. ”But she told me she was sure it was your girlfriend. Your 225 mother had said so herself, told the nurses all about how your girlfriend had rushed to be there and how the two of you might need some time alone together.”
Ryan stared at her for what felt like an entire minute. When he spoke, his words were slow and full of pain. ”Yes, my mother said that.” He uttered one very loud laugh that was anything but funny. ”You know who she meant?”
Kari felt dizzy, and she closed her eyes, trying to regain her bearings. When she opened them, she forced herself to be calm. She had nothing to be nervous about; the answer was obvious. ”She meant the girl in the room with you.”
”No.” Ryan came to where she was sitting. He dropped to his knees at her feet, resting his hands on her legs. ”She was talking about you, Kari. You were the girlfriend. The girl in the room with me was one of the team trainers.”
”What?” Kari's breath left her body. Her voice was barely a whisper, and she wrapped her arms around her waist, bracing herself against the explosion of pain that welled up within her. It wasn't possible. ”Why ... why did the nurse tell me it was your girlfriend?”
Ryan dropped his head against her knees and stayed there, even when he finally spoke. ”I've talked to Mom about this a dozen times.” His hands trembled against her legs. ”She swore up and down there couldn't have been a misunderstanding about the trainer. She figured the accident just made you realize it was time to move on.”
Kari's sorrow was so deep that she felt she was drowning in it. ”I told my dad what the nurse said, and he went to find out more information. Before he could ask, he heard the nurses talking about you, how everyone hoped for a miracle and how devoted your girlfriend was, sitting by your side until you -woke up.”
Ryan lifted his head, and his eyes looked tired, as if he'd aged ten years in the past few minutes. ”My mom couldn't stop talking about you. She told them how you'd waited for me while I focused on football, how you came the minute you knew I was 226 hurt.” He spoke straight to her soul, his voice barely louder than the breeze. ”She was talking about you, Kari. Can't you see it?”
Fresh sobs lodged in her throat, and she shook her head. ”It's impossible. I waited in the lobby and ... when your mom came back, she told me you were doing better. She'd been in to see you. And the doctors were able to get you to move your toes your fingers. She didn't say anything about the girl, and I figured she didn't want me to know. Otherwise, why was she telling the nurses and not me?”
The pieces were coming together, and neither of them liked the picture they formed-a picture of pain and hurt feelings and misunderstanding that had gone on to define their entire future. ”You never came in to see me. I was drugged and half conscious, Kari. I didn't know the trainer was there. She was doing her job.”
The sobs made their way up from Kari's gut like so many volcanic eruptions. ”I stayed the whole next day ... and when I left, I told your mother I didn't want to bother you.” Kari hunched over, her head near his, and struggled to keep from falling out of her chair. ”I thought she knew what I meant ... that I didn't want to interrupt you and ... and your girlfriend.”
Ryan's hands were still on her knees, and Kari laid her fingers over them, grieving the loss, calculating what the misunderstanding that day had cost them.
For the first three months after surgery he had lived at a rehabilitation center in Dallas, his care supervised by the Cowboys. And when he was well enough to be released, it had been to a condo in the team's training center where he was tended to three times daily by trainers and therapists.
”I called you, but everything seemed different.” Ryan's eyes glistened once more. ”I was so busy trying to get better. I guess I figured we'd work it out later.”
A soft rustling sifted through the branches above them, and Kari sniffed. ”I wanted to ask you about the girl, whoever she was ... but I figured you'd tell me if you wanted me to know.”
227 She tightened her grip on his fingers. ”Besides, by then I was trying to forget about you.”
Ryan sat back on his heels, his eyes caressing her face. ”Did it work?”
She thought about Tim and the good times they'd shared, about her strong desire to salvage their marriage. Then she thought about Ryan and how she felt here, now, and she knew her answer as surely as she knew her name. ”No ... I never forgot.”
He worked his fingers between hers and gazed at the sky. ”I never understood why you changed, what happened. My mother's answer about your being tired of waiting made sense. I figured you'd finally decided to go on with your life.” He looked back at her, his voice tired, as if the reality of their loss had drained him of something vital and life-sustaining.
”I kept thinking you'd tell me about the girl. Whoever she was, I knew she must be special or your mother wouldn't have talked about her to the nurses. And she wouldn't have been in the room with you hours after your surgery.” Kari shrugged, her throat thick. ”You and I talked only a few times over the next five months.”
His eyes narrowed, and she could read the pain in them. It was no different from her own. He sighed. ”Then you met Tim.” ”The following year.”
”You two were pretty serious at your graduation party.” He was quiet a moment, his words slow and sad. ”When I saw you that night, something told me you really had moved on, that I'd lost my chance.”
Kari decided to tell him the truth. Her eyes fell, and when she looked up, she prayed he could see how sorry she was. ”It was an act.” Her voice faded. ”Tim and I were just friends back then.”
As the impact of what she said hit him, he fell farther back on his heels, pulling his hands from hers and bracing himself on his own knees. ”Why would you do that?”
Anger welled up within her. ”I thought you'd gotten serious with some girl and never even told me, never even given me the courtesy of knowing you'd left me behind.” Her chin quivered.
228 ”When I heard you were coming, I begged Tim to pretend we were together so you wouldn't think I was stupid enough to be still waiting for you.”
His voice was quietly resigned. ”You know what I was thinking?”
She was afraid to ask. ”What?”
The hurt in Ryan's eyes was so deep that just looking at him made her feel physically ill. ”Now that I was finally well enough to come home ... now that I had survived something most people never walk away from, I thought it was time to tell you how badly I'd missed you.” His voice fell to a broken whisper. ”I wanted to marry you, Kari. I never thought you might have found someone else.”
The craziness of it all was more than she could bear. She stood, pushed back her chair, and took four steps closer to the water, wrapping her hands tightly around her waist again as the sobs had their way with her. Why hadn't she asked him these questions back then? She should have asked about the girl; then she would have known the truth.
My life's such a mess, Lord.... And you ... you could have prevented all of it.
There were no silent rea.s.suring words, only the echo of doubts as they rattled in her empty heart.
From behind her she felt the warmth of Ryan's body as he came up and circled his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close against him. She knew she shouldn't turn around, shouldn't allow him to comfort her here on the dark, secluded sh.o.r.es of Lake Monroe.
But even as she knew it, images flashed on the screen of her mind, images she'd worked night and day to shut out since her husband left: Tim kissing his new love, embracing her, caressing her....
After what Tim had done, what loyalty did she owe him? She cast her concerns to the harvest wind, turned, and melted into Ryan's arms, sliding her hands around his waist and up 229 along his back in an embrace that felt achingly familiar. ”I'm sorry, Ryan.”
She wept into his wool jacket, burying her face against him and repeating the same words over and over. ”I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry.”
”Shhh.” He rocked her gently, his body making her feel warm and safe, soothing her pain.
When her sobbing subsided, he pulled back enough to see her face. ”It wasn't your fault.” He leaned closer and kissed her forehead. Kari knew from the shadows of concern in his eyes that the kiss was a gesture of friends.h.i.+p. But the touch of his lips against her skin left her feeling nothing of the sort.
”Of course it was my fault.” She shook her head and lowered her eyes. ”I a.s.sumed something that wasn't true and ... and that's why we ...” Her voice trailed off.
Tenderly he lifted her chin with his finger until their eyes met once more. ”I never should have waited so long to talk to you.” His gaze was unwavering. ”I thought there wasn't room in my life for football and you, but I was wrong, Kari. After I got better, after I started playing again, I found all sorts of time. But you were-”
”In New York. And then with Tim.” Her mouth hung open a moment, and then it dawned on her. ”Is that when you got serious about G.o.d?”
”I think I was in shock.” Ryan blinked and winced a little. ”Especially after I heard you were getting married.” He tightened his grip on her, and for the first time since finding him again she saw deep, unrestrained desire flash briefly in his eyes. ”I figured G.o.d had saved my life, pulled me through and let me walk and run and play again. Even though I'd lost you, I wanted nothing more than to live for him.”
Kari could see the pieces fitting together, and the irony was almost more than she could bear. His initial conversion had really been nothing of the sort. But years later, in her absence, Ryan had given his heart and soul to the Lord, just as she'd always prayed he would. ”When you were in the prayer room the other day ... what was that about?”
230 He thought for a while. ”I guess I was missing those days when all I needed was Jesus. Ashley had told me about you and Tim, and-” his gaze dropped for a moment and then returned to hers-”I couldn't stop thinking about you. I missed you so much after I lost you, Kari. Your eyes, your laugh, your patient way with me. Your family. All of it. I knew I should have been praying things would work out for you and Tim, but all I wanted was...”
The moment changed, and the electricity that had always been between them was stronger than it had ever been. Their faces were inches from each other, and in a desperate move to stop herself from doing something she'd regret, she tried to conjure up the good times she'd shared with Tim.
But not a single memory would take shape.
”I know it's wrong, Kari.” Ryan's voice was the gentlest whisper, soft as silk against her face. ”But I ... I still love you.” His grip on her waist gradually tightened, and his face nuzzled against hers. The breeze all but disappeared in the warmth of his embrace, and Kari was caught in a tidal wave she could not fight or did not want to.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember all that was important and right and true about her faith, her belief in G.o.d and in marriage and forever. But all she could feel was Ryan Taylor in her arms.