Music of the Soul (Runaway Train, #2.5)(6)

“Hey, now, save some loving for me,” Jake teased from behind us.

“Fine, fine, you can have some too,” I replied, before kissing his cheek.

“Thanks, Angel,” Jake murmured with a wink. As he stayed joking with the guys, I moved on since dinner would be served promptly at seven. While I chatted and laughed with friends and family, there was one table that I kept putting off going to, and that was the one where Jake’s father and stepmother were seated. Taking a long gulp of my champagne, I bit the bullet by plastering on my best smile.

“Hey, how are you guys?”

Jake’s stepmother, Nancy, returned my smile. “Great, thank you. Don’t you look exquisite?”

“Thank you.”

“I can’t wait to see what your dress looks like tomorrow,” Nancy said.

“It’s a little more poofy than this one,” I replied with a smile. When I turned to address Jake’s dad, Mark, he stared expectantly at me.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” Mark asked.

I couldn’t help nibbling on my bottom lip before I responded. “Um, sure.”

When he rose out of his chair, I couldn’t hide my surprise. “I thought it would be better to discuss this alone,” he said in a low voice.

“Okay,” I replied. With his hand at the small of my back, Mark eased me away from the crowded tables to the outside of the tent. He made sure we were out of earshot from the others before he spoke. “Abby, I just want you to know that I couldn’t be more pleased that Jake has found a girl like you to settle down with.”

“Thank you,” I said, hesitantly. I knew from his tone and expression, there was a lot more Mark wanted to say.

With a ragged sigh, he gave me a tight smile. “Because of the woman you are, I know if there’s anyone who can mend the relationship between myself and Jake, it’s you.”

My eyes widened. “I think you flatter me a little too much.”

“Jake values your opinion more than anyone else’s. Ever since Susan died, he’s cut himself off even further from me.” He shook his head sadly. “I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve made mistakes in my life. But I love my son, and I want to be a part of his life. Please, Abby, please try and talk to Jake.”

My heart ached for Mark as he stood pleading in front of me. “I don’t know what I can do—” When Mark opened his mouth to protest, I held up my hand. “But I will try. I promise you that.”

“You will?”

“Yes. I want peace and happiness for Jake in all areas of his life, including you. Someday when we have children, I want you to have a part in their lives.”

Tears shimmered in Mark’s eyes. “Thank you. That means so much to me.”

He reached over and gave me a quick hug. When he pulled away, he glanced over my shoulder with a smile. “Evening, son.”

“Evening,” Jake replied.

“I apologize for stealing your beautiful bride-to-be for a few minutes.”

“It’s fine.” I inwardly cringed at the coolness of Jake’s tone.

“I’m looking forward to the wedding tomorrow. Allison is really excited to be a bridesmaid.”

“We’re happy to have her. She’s such a sweetheart,” I said.

Mark swayed on his feet, and I could tell there was more he wanted to say. “Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds.”

“Goodnight,” I said.

He turned to go but waited until Jake finally replied, “See ya.”

As Mark walked away, Jake wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled my neck with his warm lips before asking, “What did he want?”

“Just to talk.”

“Mmm, hmm.”

“He loves you, Jake.” When I felt him tense behind me, I quickly added, “He wants nothing more than to mend the broken fences, so that you two can have a real relationship.”

Jake snorted. “Too many years and too much shit have passed between us.”

Turning in his arms, I brought my hand to his cheek. “It’s never too late for forgiveness.”

His brows shot up at my words. “And just whose side are you on?”

“Yours.” I emphasized my words by drawing myself close to his chest. “I’m always on your side, and you know that.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t know, Abby. Some things are better left the way they are.”

Pulling away, I stared into his face. “Just promise me that you’ll try a little harder where your dad is concerned.”

A defeated growl came from his chest. “Fine. I’ll try.”

“Thank you,” I said, before bestowing a kiss on his lips.

“Come on. Let’s go eat.”

“Sounds good to me.” I let Jake take my hand and lead me through the crowd to the table at the head of the tent. It was for us and our wedding party. As the catering staff bustled around serving the first course, Jake picked up the microphone off the table.

“Everyone,” he began. When people kept talking, he tapped the top of the microphone. “Helloooo? Can you guys hear me out there?”

At the top of his lungs, AJ shouted, “Hey everybody, shut the f*ck up!”

At the dead silence, Jake shook his head and grinned. “Thanks, buddy.”