Sealed with a Kiss - Leeanna Morgan (most interesting books to read TXT) 📗

person to understand.”

“It’s not as easy as that.”

Grant picked up the present from Rachel. “Why do you always make your life so complicated? Even when you were Bella’s age, nothing was ever simple with you.”

“I felt a deeper sense of responsibility than you did.”

“Or a deeper sense of guilt. You can’t change the past.”

John closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember much of his childhood, but he did remember the soldiers who’d fought alongside him, the ones who hadn’t come home. He thought about Jacinta, the regret he felt for not spending more time with her. Even after Bella was born he’d disappeared for months on end, leaving her to cope as best she could.

“Punishing yourself won’t bring Jacinta back. Don’t you think it’s time to move on?”

He wiped his eyes. “I don’t know how.”

Grant sat beside him. “You start by believing in yourself. You’re worthy of being loved.”

John smiled through his tears. “You’ve been watching too much TV.”

“I read it in a book,” Grant said with a sad smile. “You’re not the only person with issues. I’m four years older than you are and I’ve never been married, haven’t even been engaged. Do you think I’ve got an invisible do not touch sign tattooed on my forehead?”

John grabbed a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose. “Are you worthy of being loved?”

This time, Grant’s face broke into a smile. “Damned if I know. You don’t happen to have the phone number of a woman who’s willing to overlook a few personality flaws, do you?”

“I only have the number of one woman and you’re not getting within thirty feet of her.”

Grant nudged his arm. “Worried about a little competition?”

That was the last thing on John’s mind. “She’d eat you for breakfast and spit out the bones. Rachel teaches nine- and ten-year-old boys. She knows the type of games you play.”

“Used to play.” Grant picked up John’s present. “Open it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I fired her. She hates me.”

Grant sighed. “You told me you’d fired her and acted like a jerk before she left your present under the tree. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

“Yeah. She’s too nice to hold a grudge. She probably left it there because she didn’t have anyone else to give the socks to.”

Grant squeezed the parcel. “It’s not socks.”

“How do you know?”

“I know socks when I feel them, and I’m telling you, this isn’t a pair of socks.”

John glanced at the present. “It could be thick socks.”

“It feels like there’s a box under the squishy stuff.”

“A box?” John looked at the carefully wrapped present, then grabbed it out of Grant’s hands. “For Pete’s sake, I’ll open it and put us both out of our misery.”

“At last.” Grant sighed dramatically. “That has to be the most intelligent thing you’ve said all night.”

“Very funny,” John muttered as he pulled the tape off Rachel’s present. He opened one end of the paper and looked inside.

“If you’re trying to torture me with your slow unwrapping technique, you’re succeeding. For once in your life, just rip off the paper.”

John glared at his brother. “Whose present is it?”

“You wouldn’t have opened it if it wasn’t for me.” He looked over John’s shoulder. “See…I told you it wasn’t socks.”

John pulled the last piece of tape off the present. “It’s a book.”

“If you tell me it’s a first edition Spiderman comic I’m going to marry Rachel tomorrow.”

John undid the plastic bubble wrap.

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Grant groaned. “Am I nearly betrothed or still unhappily single?”

“You could be both if you read this book after me.” John felt a smile work its way across his face. “It’s called, The Dummies Guide to Finding the Perfect Wife.”

“Are you sure you didn’t tell her you have feelings for her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The book—it’s not the sort of thing you’d give to just anyone. Do you think she wants to be the perfect wife for you?”

John’s smile turned into a full-throttle, bottom-of-the-belly kind of laugh.

Grant looked at him as if he’d gone crazy. “What’s so funny?”

“Do you remember how I met Rachel?”

“Yeah. Bella wrote a letter to a club who give away bridesmaids’ dresses. She wanted to find you—”

“A wife,” John said. “Now I’ve got no excuse.”

Grant looked down at the book, then back at John. “What does it say?”

“About what?”

“Finding the perfect wife? Not that I’m a dummy or anything, but it might have a few pointers that I could incorporate into my life.”

“Like talking to a woman for more than ten seconds before asking them if they want children?”

Grant scowled. “There’s nothing more ugly than a jealous man. I got that straight from Dr. Phil.”

John opened the book to the first page. His eyes widened as he read the table of contents.

“What? It can’t be that hard to find the perfect woman?” Grant leaned over his shoulder and swallowed. “There are forty-five chapters. How am I supposed to remember all of that? I can only do one thing at a time.”

“You and me both,” John muttered. “Maybe we’re lost causes?”

“We could always split the chapters and cover the highlights? I’ll tell you what I learned and you can do the same for me.”

“I knew there was a reason you were my older brother. Sometimes you can almost be brilliant.”

“I’ll go to the bookstore tomorrow and get another copy,” Grant said. “What will you do about the present Bella made for Rachel?”

“I’ll give it to Rachel when I see her again.”

“And when will that be?”

John didn’t like the evil glint in his brother’s eyes. “In about two weeks, when Bella starts school.”

“It’s a Christmas present. By the time you get around to giving it to her, it will almost be Easter.”

“And your point is?”

Grant picked up the last unopened present. “Bella will be disappointed that Rachel didn’t open her present on Christmas day. Take it to her.”

“I’m not taking it to Rachel now. It’s nearly nine o’clock. She’s probably in bed, fast asleep.”

Grant rolled his eyes. “Only people with eight-year-old daughters are asleep by now. The rest of the world is just starting to party.”

“I don’t think Rachel is the partying kind.”

“Why don’t you give her a call and find out? I’ll stay here with Bella and half the retired US military personnel. I could even read the first chapter of your book and tell you what it said.”

John took his cell phone out of his pocket. He pulled up his contact list, then put down his phone. “I’ll call her in the morning. Bella will want to come.”

“Bella will understand. Rachel could visit Bella tomorrow.”

John wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He’d be lucky if Rachel spoke to him. The flimsy excuse of a Christmas present wouldn’t work. She’d see through it, tell him she didn’t want anything to do with him.

Grant grabbed his phone off the coffee table and ran across the room.

“Don’t you dare,” John hissed. “Put that phone down.”

Grant pushed a couple of buttons and smiled. “Oops. My fingers slipped. It’s ringing…”

He passed the phone to John just as Rachel answered the call.

“Hello?”

He glared at his brother. “Hi, Rachel. It’s John. I’ve umm…I’ve got Bella’s Christmas present here that she made for you. Can I bring it around?” The silence on the end of the phone wasn’t reassuring.

“Did you mean now or on another day?”

“Well...it doesn’t really matter, but now would be good.” Grant was busy making high-five actions beside him. John could have quite easily pushed his brother out the door.

“Okay. Now would be fine. I’m at Tess and Logan’s home. I’ll see you soon.” Rachel ended the call before John realized what she’d said.

“Well?” Grant watched him carefully. “Did you hit a home run or strike out?”

“I’m going to see Rachel.”

Grant threw his hand in the air and high-fived John.

And for the first time in a long while, it felt good to be alive.