whatâs it like being married?â her baby sister asked. âDo you like being on your own?â
Noelle opened her eyes. âI do. I know you think there arenât any rules, but there also isnât anyone else to do the work. Chores donât get split four ways anymore.â She didnât mention the cleaning service Dev employed. They came every week and took care of all the big jobs, such as floors, the kitchen, the bathrooms and windows.
Tiffany sniffed. âChores donât get split four ways here, now, either. With you gone, theyâre only split three ways. And when Lily goes to college, itâs just going to be Summer and me. Itâs not fair.â
âYou think Mom should do everything?â Noelle asked.
Tiffany glared at her. âI knew youâd say something like that. No, I donât think Mom should do everything, but I shouldnât, either. You didnât have to. I hate being the youngest. Everyone is leaving me behind.â
Noelle hadnât thought of things from that perspective. âYou know I still love you.â
Tiffany rolled her eyes. âYes, and yuck. Iâm not talking about that. Itâs just with you gone and Lily gone, there will be too much attention on Summer and me. Summerâs older and she can drive, which means itâs just me. I hate that. Theyâre starting to ask questions. Where am I going? Whoâs going to be there?â
Noelle held in a smile. âTheyâve always done that.â
âYeah, but now theyâre listeningto the answers. I have their attention and I donât like it.â
Noelle glanced up and saw Dev listening in on the conversation. His combination of half smile and shoulder shrug told her he didnât know what to make of this, either.
âWould you rather they didnât care?â Noelle asked.
âMaybe. Sometimes. Itâs just all wrong. Itâs like my name.â
âWhatâs wrong with your name?â
âItâs stupid.â Tiffany rolled her eyes. âDo you know how many other girls have my name? Itâs a joke. Last year there were three Tiffanys in my geometry class and two different ones in my English class. This guy, David, says heâs never going to date a girl named Tiffany because no one will know who heâs talking about.â
âThen Davidâs an idiot.â
âMaybe, but heâs really cute.â
âSo you like him.â
Tiffany sighed. âMaybe. But heâs not going to be interested in me.â
âI wouldnât let the name thing get you down. Boys have a way of changing their mind about things like that.â
âMaybe. Or maybe heâll like a different Tiffany.â She looked at Dev, then back at Noelle. âHeâs nice, you know. Better than Summerâs stupid boyfriend who only talks about cars.â
Noelle looked at her husband and smiled. âHeâs very nice.â
* * *
T HEY ARRIVED HOME late and tired. âYou were great with my family,â Noelle said as Dev followed her inside. âTiffany was in a mood today.â
âSheâs a teenager. It happens.â
She smiled at him over her shoulder. âStill, all that girl-talk. You were very patient and I appreciate it.â
âI didnât mind. I like your family.â
âThey like you, too. My mom said...â
Noelleâs voice trailed off as she stared at him. He was handsome, she thought absently, but that wasnât important. What mattered was the man inside. How he treated her and everyone else in his life. How he was honorable and kind and caring and gentle, yet the strongest man she knew.
She trusted himânot just with herself, but with her child. She trusted him with her heart.
âI love you,â she said without meaning to. The words just popped out.
Devâs expression froze.
âI love you,â she repeated. She braced herself for a rush of