When Least Expected

When Least Expected

A Blue Ridge Romance

Allison B. Hanson

LYRICAL SHINE
Kensington Publishing Corp.
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lexis stared at her phone in disbelief.

It was Ian.

Why was her ex-husband calling her? Especially when they hadn't spoken since signing the divorce papers six months earlier?

It took a moment for her brain to come up with any possibility other than that he wanted to tell her how great his life was with his new girlfriend. Though Ian wasn't really the rub-it-in type.

Maybe something had happened to someone in his family? She had no real family to speak of, so his family had been hers. And even after the divorce, they still were.

“Hello?” she answered, trying to make her voice sound carefree and happy. Unfortunately she didn't know how to pull that off quite yet.

“Lex, are you off work? I wanted to wait to call you when you were out,” he said.

She looked back at the high school building over her shoulder.

“I just left. What's wrong?” She'd known Ian long enough to recognize the different tones of his voice, and this one was telling her something bad had happened. He wasn't trying to stick his new happy life in her face. There was something very wrong.

“It's Uncle Jimmy. He passed away this morning.”

“No!” She leaned against her car as the tears began to fall.

Ian's Uncle Jimmy had been like a father to her. In fact, because she had no father of her own, Jimmy had walked her down the aisle at their wedding. She still saw him once a week for dinner. He loved her cooking, and she'd missed having someone to cook for after Ian had left last May. She had just seen Jimmy on Thursday and had planned to see him this Thursday, too.

She was going to make pork chops. But now . . . She wiped at the tears on her face.

“My parents are working out the details. Willa is on her way home from New York. I'm sure my mom or Kelly will call you to let you know about the service. They were both busy, so they asked me to let you know.” Of course he had to have a reason. He couldn't have done it because he wanted to. He couldn't have come in person to offer a shoulder to cry on, or a hug.

She pushed the angry thought away. The important thing was that he had called her.

“Thank you for calling. I'm sorry, Ian. I know you were close to him, too.”

“I think he liked you more than me,” Ian said, his voice cracking.

Her heart hurt for him.

As much as she'd tried to play the angry, vengeful ex-wife, she didn't have it in her. The truth was she missed Ian, and she wondered every day what she could have done differently to keep their marriage together.

She was certain it was her fault he'd left. And as much as she'd wanted to pretend he would come back, that it was only a “trial separation,” as he'd said, a part of her knew he wouldn't ever come home.

Up until two years ago, she and Ian had had a storybook marriage, complete with flowers for no reason and trips to his uncle's cabin for romantic weekends alone.

Not that they weren't always alone. It was, after all, just the two of them,

After four years of taking the Pill, they'd decided they were going to let nature take its course. They'd started talking about colors to paint the nursery, and bought books filled with possible baby names.

By the next year, they were masters at taking pregnancy tests and then sighing in defeat at the negative results. They'd decided nature was taking too long, so they'd employed a fertility specialist and taken nature out of the equation altogether.

As it turned out, as compatible as they were in every other way, their reproductive organs weren't up to the challenge of making them a happy family.

They were told numerous times that it wasn't
impossible
. Even with her finicky uterus and his low sperm count, they still had a chance. Hope.

A hope that had died little by little that last year, until May, when she came home and Ian was gone.

“So I guess I'll see you at the service,” Ian said, bringing her back to the pain of the present.

“Yes. Thanks again for calling.”

“I probably should have come in person, I just . . .” Right.

“It's fine.” She disconnected the call and sat in her car, crying for all the things she'd lost.

As Ian had predicted, his older sister, Kelly, called her a few hours later.

“Did he come see you?” Kelly asked in a broken voice.

“He called.”

“
Called?
What kind of person calls a family member with this kind of news?” There was a pause before Kelly answered her own question. “The same kind of person who packs up and leaves while his wife is at work. That little piece of—”

“It's fine, Kelly. What can I do?” Lexi offered, not wanting to hear her tear Ian apart. She was still oddly defensive about him.

“There's really nothing to be done. Jimmy left very detailed instructions, and though Mama is probably going to have a coronary, Daddy is insisting we do things the way he wanted,” Kelly said.

“Do you think Jimmy was just trying to piss off your mother?” They laughed together.

“I wouldn't put it past him.” Jimmy was a fun-loving, down-to-earth guy, and Mrs. Montgomery was all about appearances. Jimmy used to love to repulse his sister-in-law on a regular basis. “The viewing will be tomorrow night, and the service will be the next morning at ten.”

“Okay. I'll be there. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will. You're still my sister, even if my little brother is an ass.”

“Thanks, Kel.” She and Kelly still met for dinners when Kelly needed a night off from being a wife and a mom, which happened about once a month.

Since the divorce, Kelly had spent a great deal of time assuring her that Ian had made a huge mistake, and that one day he would see it, but probably not until it was too late. Kelly was looking forward to a time when she would be able to pull the big sister line: “I told you so.”

Ten minutes later, Ian's younger sister, Willa, called, too.

“Did you hear?” Willa said. Lexi could hear the sounds of an airport in the background.

“Yes. I'm sorry.”

“This is so awful. I haven't seen Uncle Jimmy since the Christmas before last. I kept thinking I needed to visit, but I just never made the time, and now it's too late.”

“It's okay. I know he knew you thought of him. He was always telling people how proud he was of his niece who was finishing up medical school in New York City.”

“Really?” she cried.

“Yes.” It was not a lie that Jimmy had been proud of Willa. But what he mostly said was, “I don't know why she's gotta go to some fancy Yankee school to be a doctor. We Southern folk are built the same way. Why couldn't she have found a school closer to home?”

There was no way Lexi was going to mention that part.

 

The next evening, Lexi pulled out her black skirt and a purple fitted shirt. Jimmy had liked purple.

She gave herself a pep talk the whole ride to the viewing.

“He has a girlfriend. He's happy. It's good. I'll be happy with someone someday, too. I hope. It's good. You can do this. If you can't, then it's a viewing, and you're expected to cry anyway. No big deal.”

She took a big breath and walked into the funeral home.

Oh, God, it hurt.

 

Ian was standing next to his uncle's casket when Alexis walked in.

Seeing her comforted him in a way the girl standing next to him never would. He and Meeghan had been dating for the last six months. He'd met her in October in the coffee shop he frequented. Since his divorce was final and he was looking for a distraction, he'd said yes when she asked him out for something
more
than coffee.

He hadn't been ready to date, and he still wasn't. He knew it, but it was even more evident as he stood in the funeral home wishing Meeghan hadn't come with him. She hadn't known his uncle that well. She had only met him once, and then had told Ian old people creeped her out.

His uncle may have been seventy-two when he died, but he was anything but old. He'd had a way of looking at things that made a person feel stupid and lucky all at the same time.

Now, Ian was there without him, and with a girl he didn't love hanging on his arm. Meeghan was trying to look the respectable amount of sad for the occasion and failing. He wanted more than anything to go give his ex-wife a hug so she could comfort him the way he knew she would. The way only she could.

He'd hated telling her the news over the phone, but he hadn't trusted himself to be near her. He would want to hold her, and then he would have to eventually let her go again. He couldn't do it.

Alexis stood in line with other people, strangers who had come to give the Montgomery family their sympathies. The thought of Lexi being a stranger instead of part of his family made him twitch.

Fortunately, he didn't need to say or do anything. His sister Kelly was already walking across the room to Lexi. He watched enviously as Kelly wound her arms around Alexis and held her.

“Come stand with us,” Kelly said. He could hear his sister over the woman—Aunt Grace—crying on his shirt.

“No. I don't think I should,” Lexi said as she looked over at him, their gazes locked on each other for a long second. “I don't think Ian would like that,” she whispered more softly. He could only make out her words because he knew her voice so well.

“Who cares what he would or wouldn't like?” his older sister snapped. “I don't like it that he brought that little poser here during a family crisis, but am I saying anything or pulling her out of here by her hair? No, I'm not. This is about Jimmy, and he would want you here with us because you were his family. Let Ian and what's-her-face do whatever the hell they want.”

His sister had made her feelings about his new relationship very clear. He was not surprised she would side with Lexi over her own blood. Like their uncle, Kelly had always treated Alexis like family.

Kelly led Lexi over to the end of the line of family. She hugged Willa, and the two of them cried together for a long moment. God, why was he stuck so far away from her?

“Who's that?” Meeghan asked as she tugged on his arm.

“Alexis,” he answered, and watched as Meeghan's eyes narrowed on his wife. Correction: ex-wife. It was easy to forget they weren't together anymore when Lexi was in the same room as him. His old reflexes kicked in. He swallowed and gave Meeghan a weak smile to put her insecurities to rest.

Not that her insecurities ever took much of a break. Ian didn't remember being so insecure when he was twenty-two, but that had been eight years ago, so he couldn't really remember.

He had no right to complain, though.

This was the life he had chosen. He hadn't been forced into it. He'd run to it freely to escape the failure and pain of constantly letting down the one person he wanted to make happy.

He couldn't stand to watch Lexi's face every time they had another negative pregnancy test. Seeing her struggling to be brave had been killing him day by day. He'd decided to leave before the sadness that had become their life destroyed his soul, and her with it.

Part of him wished she had a man with her when she walked in, someone who could give Lexi all the things he couldn't. Of course the other, more selfish part of him was grateful for a reprieve.

He knew one day it would happen. Lexi would move on with someone and be happy. He also knew the news would break him.

 

Kelly was right. This was about Jimmy, and Lexi knew down to the tips of her toes that he would have wanted her there. He would have wanted her to feel safe and loved with the rest of the Montgomerys. She knew this wasn't her family anymore, but she loved them.

Lexi knew it wasn't her place to stand with the Montgomery family, and the look on Meeghan's face made that abundantly clear. If it wasn't bad enough to be at a funeral for a loved one, getting glares from Ian's girlfriend the entire time sure didn't help. Willa attempted to shield Lexi with her tiny body, but it didn't work. Kelly made a few comments threatening to go over to poke her eyes out if Meeghan didn't knock it off, but Lexi put the skids to that plan.

“What would Uncle Jimmy say if you got into a fight at his funeral?”

“He would say, ‘Put me down for twenty dollars on Kelly.' Duh,” Kelly said, making Willa laugh inappropriately. Kelly was probably right, but fortunately, it didn't come to blows. Despite Meeghan's obvious wishes for Lexi's death, she survived the ordeal with only a few confused relatives pointing out that Ian was standing with some unknown woman.

Lexi would have thought every relative and resident of Roanoke, Virginia, would have heard about the divorce by now, but there were still a few who had missed it. She found herself wishing she had been spared as well.

When the torture of the viewing was over, she excused herself to stop in the restroom in order to avoid the more personal plans for visits at their homes.

Lexi held a damp paper towel under her swollen eyes, hoping for some miracle. What she got was the opposite.

Meeghan came out of the stall and tugged at her tight miniskirt before looking up and noticing Lexi in the mirror. Lexi glanced away, but it was too late. Blood was in the water and the shark was moving in.

“So, you're the ex-wife?” the girl said in a high, childlike voice.

“I guess so.” Lexi wasn't in the mood for this. Not that she was going to get into a throw down, regardless. Although she could hear Jimmy's voice in the back of her mind:
Put me down for twenty dollars on Lexi.