Nicole Edwards - Chasing Dreams

Cooper was moving closer to Tessa, but she was backing away, her head shaking back and forth as though telling him to be quiet. He was done being quiet. A solid week had passed since he had talked to her. Here she was defending him when she should be cursing his name for the way he waltzed into her life, taking over all of her good intentions.

“Cooper! Cooper! Can you tell us more about Tabitha Johnson? There was a rumor that you are the child’s father. Is that true?”

Cooper fought to keep his face expressionless as he stared at Tessa. He’d told her the story, but he could still see the hurt in her eyes.

Feeling as though he needed to defend himself, Cooper was just about to answer, when a gruff voice sounded from behind him.

“It’s not true.”

Cooper turned abruptly to see his father standing just a few feet away. The relief that flooded him was almost enough to steal the air from his lungs. He’d been waiting for this, stalling for time and here his father was. Which meant…

“Thank you all for coming out today, folks. I’m not sure why you’re here, but now that you are, I’d be happy to answer any questions that I can. In case you don’t know who I am, my name is David Krenshaw. I am Cooper’s manager.”

“What happened to Marcus Evergreen?” one woman called from the group.

“Mr. Evergreen and Mr. Krenshaw decided to part ways. It is my understanding that Mr. Evergreen has decided to pursue other artists, and I’m sure he’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have. I, however, cannot speak for him.”

Cooper slipped into the bar as soon as his father had gained the attention of the horde of reporters. He fully expected to see Tessa because he’d lost sight of her when his father had caught his attention. Unfortunately, the bar was empty, with the exception of Izzy and Eric.

“Where is she?” he asked in a rush, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light of the bar.

“Where is who?” Eric asked, turning to face him.

“Tessa. She was just outside. Where’d she go?”

“She didn’t come this way,” Izzy said, concern lacing every word.

Cooper turned back and reemerged in the crowd, trying to see over them. That was when he saw her sneaking around to the back of the building. Without worrying about who saw him, Cooper took off at a flat out run, his boots skidding on the gravel as he turned the corner. He caught up with her just as she was getting into her truck.

“Tessa, don’t,” Cooper commanded, but she appeared to be ignoring him. He caught the edge of the door seconds before she would’ve slammed it closed. “We need to talk.”

“No, Mr. Krenshaw, we don’t,” Tessa stated with remarkably little emotion in her voice.

Gripping her chin between his thumb and his forefinger, he turned her to face him, aware that he was being the aggressor, but unable to stop himself. “We are gonna talk.”

“There isn’t anything more to say. I did my best out there. They’ve been hounding me for a week, so I’m not sure why you care now.”

“A week?”

“Yeah. I guess you’ve managed to keep yourself pretty isolated out there all by yourself. They’re camping out on the street in front of my house. Hell, I can’t even let my dogs out front anymore.”

Shit. How the hell hadn’t he known about that? Her friends had said… whatever Tessa wanted him to hear. Fuck.

“I think they know more about me and my life than I do. But that’s ok. This town clearly isn’t big enough for both of us, so I’m going to do you a favor.”

“Move over,” Cooper demanded, pushing himself into the truck, forcing her to have to scoot to the center of the bench seat or he was going to sit on her. This was not the time or place to have this conversation.

“What the hell are you doing?” she squeaked, trying to keep from moving, but luckily she wasn’t much of a match for him.

“I’m getting in. Now give me the damn keys.” Holding out his hand, he waited for her to hand them over. He didn’t have to wait long before she was slamming them down into his palm.

Ouch. “Thank you.”

It was time they hash this out, and he knew exactly the place to take her to do that.

Tessa was somewhat tempted to fling herself out of the passenger door to avoid having to talk to Cooper. Only she wasn’t interested in doing any more damage to her body than she’d had done to her in the last week. But she certainly did not want to talk to Cooper, so the idea was almost too tempting to pass up.

Somehow she had managed to move on with her life. The last seven days hadn’t been a party, but waking up each day and going to sleep each night was getting easier. Life was at least back to normal. Even if normal had a new definition. The reporters who had taken up residence in front of her house didn’t add a whole lot of charm to the place, but she hadn’t been able to do anything about them.

She was hoping they would get the hint because of the lack of information they were receiving. Not only was she not talking, but the rest of the town had gone radio silent as well. That was one thing Tessa loved about her small town. They rallied together and as soon as word got out that they were harassing her and Cooper, people everywhere stopped talking.

It would seem they had another spur in their behinds these last couple of days though because they weren’t budging, even when Tessa didn’t comment. She hadn’t intended to say anything that morning either, but when she’d gone to put the For Sale sign in front of the bar, she’d obviously been followed. Before she knew what was happening, they were descending like bees, buzzing all around her until she couldn’t go anywhere.

Then the questions started. She hated the questions, especially those that were about her personally. She had managed to give answers to a few about Cooper, retelling the stories she’d heard David Krenshaw tell, but adding her own perspective. At first, she hoped that would get them to forget about her personal life.

The worst were when they talked about Richie. Which they did often. Dredging up her pain had apparently turned into a hobby for these people and Tessa wasn’t sure how much she could handle. Which was why she was leaving Devil’s Bend.

Tessa bounced on the truck seat, her attention drawn to where they were. That was when she noticed Cooper was driving down the dirt path that had been rutted out between his house and the pond just a couple of hundred yards from where the foundation for the new barn and stable had been laid.

She took a minute to admire the area. It was going to be a beauty, much bigger than she had expected it to be. Even the area for the outdoor arena had been sectioned off and soon enough the electrical for the flood lights would have to be run. Dropping her head, Tessa studied her hands as she clasped them tightly in her lap. She hated that she wouldn’t get to see the finished product, but getting away was her only option at this point.

When the truck came to a stop, Tessa turned to Cooper instantly. “Talk. Then let me go home.” She tacked on a please at the very end in her attempt to be polite.

“Get out,” he ordered as he did the same, leaving her staring after him.

Looking at the ignition, she realized he took the keys, so her chances at a sneaky getaway were thwarted. Damn him.

Taking as much time as she could, Tessa climbed out of her truck, shutting the door easily and taking deep breaths. As much as she wanted to be angry at Cooper, all of that had dissipated, leaving nothing but a big empty void in the center of her chest. The same void that she’d felt after Richie died. And truthfully, Tessa didn’t know which was worse, not being able to ever tell Richie how much she loved him because he was no longer on the earth, or not being able to tell Cooper how much she loved him even though he was just a few miles away.

Technically, now he was only a few steps away, but the last thing she was going to do was to tell him her feelings hadn’t yet changed. She wanted them too, kept hoping each morning when she woke up that she’d forget all about him and move on with her life. Up till now, she’d had no such luck.

The creak of the tailgate as it lowered drew her gaze and she watched as Cooper sat on the edge, his feet hanging down. Unsure what she was supposed to do, she opted to mimic his stance when she climbed up onto the tailgate, but she maintained at least a foot of space between them. To her surprise, Cooper didn’t look at her.

“Do you remember when you first brought me out here?” he asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.

She nodded rather than answering. He didn’t seem to require an answer though.

“Do you remember why you brought me here?”

Tessa stared out at the calm water. “Because I wanted you to see what made this place so special,” she admitted, her legs swinging as her heart constricted in her chest and her throat started to clog.

She was not going to get emotional. There’d been more than enough time for that in the last week. She could not let Cooper see her break down.

“And I understood what you were showing me,” he began, his voice strong yet gentle. “But it isn’t the breeze or the stars, or even the moon that makes this place special for me.”

Tessa swallowed hard, his voice sliding over her like velvet.

“You are what makes this place special to me.”

Tessa’s head snapped his way. She didn’t miss his use of present tense. He wasn’t talking about how he felt in the past. He was…

“That was a long time ago,” she muttered, watching him closely.