Beach Lane by Sherryl Woods

start celebrating every time we move on after a disagreement, you’ll go broke.”
    “A risk I’m willing to take. Now, are you really going to argue with me about going to the best restaurant in town?”
    She held his gaze, then finally shook her head. “Not if it means so much to you.”
    “Thank you,” he said solemnly. “That was easier than I’d expected.”
    “Are you implying that I’m difficult?” she demanded, immediately irritated all over again.
    He grinned. “You are,” he said without hesitation. “But it keeps things interesting. I’ve always been fond of a challenge.”
    “I should think you have enough challenges on your plate right now without deliberately turning me into one.”
    “I’m not responsible for your being a challenge. You just are.”
    “Then I’m surprised you want to have dinner with me at all,” she said testily.
    Mack laughed. “Come on, Susie. Let’s go before you work yourself up into a bad case of indigestion without having the first bite of food.”
    She frowned but went with him. “I have no idea why I bother with you,” she muttered as she walked down the steps to the alley where his car was parked.
    “Because I’m charming and sexy,” he suggested.
    “No, those are the reasons I should steer clear of you,” she countered.
    “Then it must be because I make you laugh.”
    She smiled. “I’m sure that’s it.”
    As he started the car, he glanced over at her. “Want to know why I bother with you?”
    She looked flustered by the question. “I’m not entirely sure I do.”
    “You need to hear this,” he said, suddenly solemn. “Because you ground me, you fascinate me and you make me feel like a whole person, someone worth loving.”
    When she met his gaze, there were tears in her eyes.
    “Oh, Mack, of course you’re worth loving,” she said softly. “You’re surrounded by friends who prove that, not just me. You have to let go of the past. Your father—whoever he was—was obviously a worthless jerk, and your mother did the best she could. You’re worth a hundred of either one of them. When are you going to believe that?”
    “I do sometimes,” he said, then added, “When I’m with you.”
    And that’s why, no matter how this job mess worked itself out, he couldn’t let himself lose her. No matter what it took.

    That one sweet moment in the car when Mack had admitted how she made him feel sustained Susie for the next week. She’d sensed that there was more he wanted to say. A lot more. But as always, he’d quickly made a joke that had altered the mood at once. And he’d keep things light all through dinner at Brady’s, casting a warning look in her direction any time she tried to turn the conversation to anything serious, or even remotely personal. She’d gone along with it, knowing he needed laughter right now more than he needed advice or even consolation.
    Oddly, she’d concluded that evening feeling more hopeful about the two of them than she had for a long time. Not even Mack’s absence over the past few days had thrown her. He’d called regularly to let her know he was okay, but the brief conversations hadn’t been terribly revealing about how he was spending his time or what he was thinking about his future. She’d told herself to accept his need to work through things on his own. It was a struggle, but she was mostly succeeding.
    In an odd way, it helped that she hadn’t been feeling all that great. In fact, today she’d actually gone home from the office, suffering from the worst cramps she’d ever had. She crawled into bed with a heating pad and slept most of the day away. She’d always had terrible periods, so she knew the drill.
    When she woke up in the morning and the pain had gotten worse, she felt a momentary glimmer of concern. Something about this time felt different, but maybe she was just on edge about everything these days. At least, that’s what she told herself when she called her father and told him