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Chapter Four

Jack has been silent during the entire ride. It’s like he has been deep in thought—about what? I have no idea. After breakfast, he asked if I was ready to see his surprise. Of course I said yes and now here we sit silently in his car. It’s only been fifteen minutes but still…that’s a lot of silence. And I can’t help but worry. Surprises are usually a good thing but Jack has had his fair share of “didn’t want to tell you till I had things worked out on my own” moments. This was an issue for us before. This hang-up of his—or ours, rather. He kept things to himself. Important things. Like that he was planning on moving here and that he was going to sell his architecture firm in order to save Vintage Estates. All of which seems so long ago. Fortunately, his Aunt Minnie delivered a huge deposit to save Vintage Estates and he did move here. Both were nice surprises. But I was so in the dark in those moments. I wasn’t privy to his thought process or his grief. All of those things were kept from me. Jack wanted to shelter me from the possible bad and didn’t trust in me or our relationship enough to survive a failure. I can’t help but worry. I fiddle with my purse strap. I don’t want to be in another situation where I’m in the dark. I bite my inner cheek. Jack’s eyes were twinkling when he asked me to cancel my wedding dress shopping. So this has to be for something good.