lunch time by ten minutes, leaving me and Max a very small amount of time to eat.
“Alright, so tell me what’s up? You’ve never purposely knocked me into foliage to avoid a boyfriend before. What gives?”
“I dunno. This one is different. I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just special.”
“Is it serious? I’ve never seen you get this worked up about a guy before, Breezy. It’s kind of scaring me. Do I need to prepare myself to walk you down the aisle?”
I look up at him in shock. I’ve never thought about marriage before. It’s never been on my radar—mainly because I don’t have a family, and the thought of celebrating something so monumental is depressing without them.
My parents died five years ago. They were on their way to come visit me for winter break when they hit a patch of ice that slammed them right into the side of a semi-truck. My mother died instantly, but my father hung on for several weeks after the accident. Unfortunately, he passed away after three weeks because of complications with an emergency surgery that was done on his lung. I stayed by his side the entire time. I had that glimmer of hope that somehow my dad was going to make it. If it wasn’t for Max being there to help me through it, the fallout from losing my parents may have been catastrophic.
I’m an only child, and without Max, it would be like my life doesn’t have a purpose. He’s the one person left on this planet that actually gives a shit about me. He’s the only reason I keep going. It was right after the accident that I made the conscious decision to move in with Max. We had talked about it before, but my parent’s death was the catalyst that drove me into taking that final plunge.
Since my parents’ accident, I’ve kinda become a homebody. I don’t have any friends, and the friends I did have in high school are all married now with kids and don’t have time for me. I guess I do have one friend . . . because if Max’s little sister Everly lived closer, I’d be hanging out with her. I love that girl. Hell, I love his whole damn family. They’ve become my adopted family since I lost my parents. Every holiday I’m celebrating with the McGowan’s. They want me to become their daughter. Everyone thinks that Max and I will end up married. I laugh about it every time they bring it up, because, come on now, Max and me married? That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard!
Max snaps his fingers in front of my face and frowns. “You went back to your parent’s accident, didn’t you?”
I pick at my spring roll. “How could you tell?”
“There is only one thing that makes you look that sad, that fast, Breezy, and that’s their passing. Are you okay? I know it’s getting close to when the accident happened, so I can see why you’d be thinking about it, but usually you don’t start getting sad until right around that time.”
“You brought up marriage. Thinking about it depresses me. They’ll never see me get married, Max, and what about if I have kids? They won’t get to hold their grandbabies. I’m so pathetic. The only person who cares about me is you.”
“That doesn’t make you pathetic, Breezy. That makes you pretty damn special. Think about it. How many girls have a guy like me, sitting in their corner, cheering them on? You know I would do absolutely anything for you. That includes walking you down an aisle.”
I blink at him, tears sticking to my eyelashes. How did I end up this lucky? I smile at him, still swiping my tears. Max’s hand clamps down on mine, and we link fingers. I love the way his touch always soothes me.
“Thanks, Max. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Be miserable. I’m pretty awesome.” He grins and completely fails to get his food in his mouth with chopsticks. I’m not sure why he insists on using them every time we eat Chinese. He has a forty percent success rate of getting food into his mouth.
Once lunch is over, he walks me back to