Chapter 9

I never imagined my first night back home would involve sitting on the couch with a stranger, our heads nearly touching as I tended to his wound.

Dabbing the cotton ball on it, I learned his name was Chase Sterling, an artist here to sketch the local landscapes.

"Looks pretty deep," I frowned at the wound. "Think you need a tetanus shot?"

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Nah, a rabies shot might be more appropriate."

It took a second for the tease to register. I glared at him, though my guilt softened the intensity.

He grinned. "Seriously, that bite's perfectly round. It has a certain artistic flair."

Alice adored Chase, constantly inviting him over for meals. She'd wink at me slyly. "That boy is great, always helping with chores. And so handsome! If you two got together, your kids would be..."

"Mom," I sighed in exasperation.

It wasn't that I had anything against Chase, but I'd once noticed his coat, casually tossed on our sofa. It matched one Ted had worn, from a century-old, Italian custom brand, costing at least six figures.

He was clearly from a wealthy world far removed from mine. Yet he had a knack for charming elders. Since his arrival, he had handled tasks like hauling water buckets, earning praise even from my picky dad.

On Christmas Day, Alice invited him to dinner. I grumbled to her privately, "Why did you drag him over?"

She rolled her eyes. "He is all alone here. You okay with him eating solo, no turkey or anything?"

I conceded, watching as he joined us at the table, his brown eyes sparkling. "Alice, your turkey is incredible."

Her grin stretched wide as she piled more onto his plate. "Eat up, then!"

Conversation flowed, but she inevitably circled back to her favorite topic, glancing at me with a sigh. "Nora, when are you going to bring a guy home?"

With Chase still there, I felt awkward. "Mom, come on."

Chase chimed in, "Nora's so gorgeous. I'm sure she's got suitors lined up. Don't worry, Alice."

Alice gushed, "Worry? She takes after me, cute from the start. I'll show you her childhood photos later."

"Mom!" I protested.

Chase's lips twitched. "I'd love that."

After dinner, Alice pulled out the photo album and flipped through it.

"Here's her at three months, chubby and adorable," she drawled. "Such fair skin and big eyes; the neighbors called her a doll. This is her school play. Oh, that heavy blush is hilarious."

Midway through, my dad called her away. I approached, feeling awkward. "My mom is like that. Don't feel obligated to..."

Chase looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No issue. She's right. You were really cute as a kid."

His words made me freeze.

After the specials ended, fireworks continued popping outside. Our small town allowed them, and though they were cheap, the bursts lit up the sky in dazzling colors.