Princess Ever After (Royal Wedding Series) (39 page)
“Reg, girl, I love you. You’re about the most generous person I know. But I reckon I should be honest with you. I never wanted a big business. Never wanted much more than we had. I loved the idea of working on a Duesy, but at night I about sweated through my pajamas thinking about working on such a rare, expensive car. We’re good, but we didn’t have the wherewithal to take on that project.”
“We did, we do—”
“See that right there?” Al pointed at her. “That determination and belief in yourself is not for a girl restoring cars but for a princess. For a girl fighting for her people, for the downtrodden, and the ones without a voice. You’re in a position to do something extraordinary.”
His words echoed Susanna Truitt’s.
Al took a donut out of the box. “I only opened this shop ’cause I knew you were miserable at Backlund & Backlund. But deep down, I suspected greater things were coming for you, Reg.”
“No, you opened the shop because we love what we do.” Protesting came easy when the truth cut deep.
Al rocked back and bit into his donut. “Know what I did Tuesday? Hit the golf course with Urban. Had myself a blast.”
“You can still golf. Sure, take a day now and then.” She just couldn’t let go. She needed this old shop if for no other reason than to ground her when the world went crazy around her.
“Reg, come on. Seriously? You can’t give up being a princess to rat around in this place. I won’t let you. When you got on the plane to Hessenberg, I knew you were heading for something great.”
“What about the warehouse?”
“Mark found a renter for it. He called me, asking if it was okay to back out of our deal. I think he felt what we all knew. You’re not coming home to work on cars anymore.”
Tears filled her eyes, Reggie strolled out of the office toward the wide barn doors. A brilliant morning light filled the yard with golden orbs dripping through the fall magnolia leaves.
She fell against the door frame and kicked at the dirt, breathing in the scents of the Tallahassee day, of an old barn turned auto shop. Of the sweet dew on the morning grass.
“Reg, girl.” Al’s voice slipped over her shoulder. “Seems to me this is the most classic, most important restoration job of your life. Restoring a nation. Restoring your family’s name and inheritance. Are you going to cling to who you thought you were and miss this incredible opportunity?” Her friend and mentor aligned his toes with the edge of the barn floor. “Got to tell you, I’ll be disappointed if you choose this old barn over a palace. There’s not a thing holding you here except your fears. Maybe your own stubbornness. You can keep the shop open if you want, but I’m retiring.”
Reggie lost the battle with her tears. “You bet I’m scared. Everything is changing so fast, Al.” She brushed her hand over her cheeks, wiping away the first emotional streams.
From her pocket, her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and read the screen. “It’s Clarence, wanting to know where I am.”
“Who’s Clarence?”
Reggie grinned. “My security detail.”
“Well now, lookey here.” Al folded his arms, angling away from Reggie. “Our girl comes with a bodyguard.”
“Tanner wouldn’t let me come otherwise.”
“Don’t say as I blame him,” Al said, facing the barnyard. “How is the old
chap
?”
“Fine.” Her skin flushed hot, and she knew her feelings displayed on her cheeks.
“Very fine, I see.” Al popped his hands together, laughing. “Oh, Reginator, can’t you see for looking? The Lord is blessing you. Do you know the best way to embrace change? Dive in and hold on. When I went off to the Marines, a Southern black boy just a few years outside of Jim Crow law, I was terrified. But I went. Best decision I ever made. Fear is a blinder, Reg. A cruel taskmaster. Don’t let it rule you. You’ve graduated to your real calling.” Al gripped her shoulders. “Embrace it.”
T
anner arrived home Sunday night, tired and irritated. A couple of his mates rang up, invited him to dinner, and he thought, why not? He’d not spent an evening with friends in a good while.
Besides, it would distract him from thinking about Regina.
But the boy-talk was coarse and ribald about the women the lads were bedding or wanting to bed. The longer Tanner sat there, the more slimed he felt. When Fin began sharing details about an encounter with a lass he’d met in the south of France, Tanner took his leave.
Three months ago, he’d have gone along with the conversation, laughed, maybe even envied. But he’d encountered something beautiful and pure in Regina, and he didn’t want that image sullied.
Flipping on the light in his flat as he entered, he stared at his stark surroundings. Regina or no Regina, he must bring life to this place. If Bella and Britta were to walk in right now, they’d run screaming, accusing their mum of sentencing them to a prison cell. Well, perhaps it wasn’t a prison cell, but it had about as much warmth.
After a quick shower, he fixed a sandwich—his dinner portions were expensive and slight—and searched the telly for something entertaining and distracting.
He’d settled on a rerun of
Doc Martin
when his phone buzzed from the end table. Snatching it up, Tanner glanced at the screen, hoping to see Regina’s name.
Trude.
He gathered his courage and answered.
“Tanner, I’m sorry to call so late on a Sunday, but I remembered you never went anywhere—”
“Trude, what can I do for you?” He didn’t need a rehash from her about his desperate existence.
“Evan and I just had a horrible row with the girls.” Her voice quavered with emotion. “I told them the whole truth. About you, me, and Reese—”
“The whole truth?”
“Minus some intimate details, of course. Anyway, we told them tonight about the wedding and moving to America.”
“Fired the whole cannon on them, did you?” He walked around the kitchen island, setting his sandwich plate on the bare countertop.
“I hadn’t intended to, but one thing led to another”—
been there, done that
—“and I found myself spilling it all. I wouldn’t wish such a thing on my worst enemy. Thank heaven for Evan. He remained calm and levelheaded.”
“So why are you calling me, Trude?”
“The girls want to see you.”
The bursting beat of his heart shot fire brands across his chest. “Now?” He glanced round the flat. Dull. Boring. Flat.
“Tomorrow, after school. They want to see your place.”
“They want to come here?” Tanner walked back to the living room. “Tomorrow?” Did he have time to book a decorator by then?
“How about four thirty? Tanner?”
“Four thirty?”
“Are you agreeing or merely repeating everything I say?” she both snapped and sobbed. “What a mess I’ve made of everything. They hate me, and I don’t blame them.”
“They don’t hate you.”
“Then they should. I deserve it.”
“Stop. That’s my line. Four thirty is fine. Ring me at three thirty to make sure nothing urgent has come up.”
“Thank you, Tanner. Thank you.”
After she confirmed his address, Trude asked, “Is it true? We really have a princess again?”
“It’s true.”
“What’s she like, Tanner? The girls would love to meet her.”
“She’s a good sport.”
“A good sport?” Trude laughed. “She’s not a chap at the rugby club, Tanner. Or is she?”
“She is a good sport. Took the news of being our long-lost princess like a champ. She’ll do splendidly.” If she returned to Hessenberg. “Is there anything else? Besides tomorrow at four thirty?”
“No. Right-o. See you then.” And Trude rang off.
For a moment, Tanner felt stunned. His girls were coming to his flat. Then he smiled, a giddy sense of satisfaction cleansing away the slime of spending an evening with his mates.
His girls wanted to see him.
Now that he’d made contact with them, now that he had a chance to be their dad, he couldn’t go back to being all-business, no-fun, stoical Tanner Burkhardt.
Looks like Regina isn’t the only one stepping into a new destiny.
He stared at his phone, thinking he might ring her and share his news. But he reconsidered. Give her space. This is her time with family and friends.
Returning to the kitchen, Tanner stood at the counter and
finished his sandwich, thinking he should inspect the guest bedroom.
It was a large space with a stellar view of the city, but used mostly for storage.
Back in the room, Tanner flipped on the light, surveying the storage bins and the heavy boxing bag swinging from the corner.
Then he broke his cardinal rule. “Lord, thank you for giving me a second chance. It’s unmerited and undeserved.”
He left his prayer without an amen, without pausing for a holy response, and dug into the room’s mess, sorting through the bins.
He was halfway through the second boxes, finding most of it rubbish, when his phone rang.
Regina. His heart palpitated.
“Hey,” she said. “It’s me.”
“And what do you know? It is also me.” She laughed and he felt completely renewed. “How are you?” Tanner perched on the nearest solid-looking bin.
“I’m good.”
Silence.
“Say,”—he ran his fingers through his hair, shoving the curls from his forehead—“the girls are coming by tomorrow after school. They want to see me . . . see the flat.”
“Yea, Tanner! That’s amazing.” Her Southern lilt made him smile and yearn for her. “So Trude is letting them move in?”
“It seems this is our trial run. See how we get on. But my place looks a bit like a grumpy bachelor hovel. The décor is black, white, and boring.”
“Go to Target, or whatever we have over there that’s like a Target”—he liked her plural pronoun
we
—“and get some colorful beanbag chairs and throw pillows, maybe a corner floor lamp to warm up the lighting.”
Tanner scampered for a pen and paper. “Brilliant, brilliant.”
“Go on Pinterest and look for decorating ideas for preteen girls. Print out the stuff you like and tape it on the wall of their room. Tell them they can decorate any way they like. I’m sure there are even creative ideas for twins on there. Then have some fun snack for them like M&M’s or ice cream.”
“Mum can make her famous cinnamon cake. I loved that as a lad.” Oh, wait, then he’d have to tell Mum about the girls possibly moving in, though Dad may have already told her. No bother, desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Perfect. That should be enough to give them a taste of what life could be like with you.”
Tanner set down his pen, sobering. “What of you, Regina? Will you be coming home? To see what life with me might be like?”
“I wasn’t sure when I left,” she said in a hushed tone. “I knew I had to come back for the entail and all that government stuff.”
“Yes, all that government stuff.”
“But this life is over, Tanner.” Her voice quavered. “Al’s closing the shop. Rafe is probably moving. Wally is retiring.” She sighed. “Al said there’s no way I can give up being a princess to dink around in an old car garage.”
“Did I ever tell you how brilliant I found Al when we met?”
“Hush. You’re just glad he’s on your side.”
“I won’t lie. I am. But this is your decision.”
“We’re having a barbecue at Daddy and Sadie’s tonight.”
“And?”
“I’m going to say good-bye to everyone.”
Tanner grinned, his heart fluttering. Wasn’t this his lucky, er, blessed night?
“I’m coming home, Tanner. Tomorrow, I’m coming home.”
Home
. Such a sweet word.
“I’m glad, Regina. So very, very glad.”
A
bonfire crackled and blazed, the flames high and hot, on the back acre of Daddy’s property. Reggie sat in a folding chair between Sadie and Carrie, listening to Jeb Cartwright’s bluegrass band, watching the gathering crowd.
“Thanks for doing this, Sadie.”
“Reg, please. We can’t let you go without some sort of send-off. I wish we had time to do more.” Sadie reached through the darkness and squeezed her hand. “Going to miss you around here, girl.”
“I’m going to miss being here.”
“But we’ll come over for Christmas,” Sadie said, popping her hands together. “Won’t it be beautiful?”