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“She already felt sorry for him for dying; if she pitied him for loving her, he wouldn’t be able to die fast enough.”
See You is not a traditional romance, but it is a love story, one filled with dry humor and the rawness of risk and redemption.
Emma has loved Jack since she was a teenager. But Jack was twenty years older, the best friend of her late father and the “adopted” son of the grandmother who raised her. He’s never seen Emma as anything other than a child.
Now Emma is raising her little girl in the same house where both she and Jack were raised and she hasn’t seen Jack in ten years. But when he finally comes home for one last visit, she finds that her love for him is still intact.
Jack makes no secret of the fact that he’ll probably be dead within a year, but he does have one secret, one he’s promised never to share. That secret could change everything.
However, Jack does have a plan and when Emma goes along, she knows she’d volunteering for a pain and loss for which she can never really prepare.
When is something so good that it’s worth allowing it to break your heart? You will laugh loudly. You will cry ugly. You’ll find it hard to forget Jack and Emma.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Jack and Emma’s story was inspired by the last day I spent with my father. I didn’t grow up with my father and I spent most of my life wishing for a “daddy.”On that last day, my truly became that daddy. Even though that made his death more painful, I had gained what I’d always longed for and that made it so worthwhile.
Years later, I was inspired to take that same theme and apply it to a love story between a man and a woman. When is something so good, so wonderful, that it’s worth having even if you know you can’t keep it?
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The character of Miss Margret, who raised both Jack and Emma, is based on my real grandmother.
I suppose Emma is a little of me, in that she’s an irredeemable romantic, she’s strong and snark is her native language.
Jack….well, Jack is just my ideal man – strong, sarcastic, funny, literate. As dorky as it may seem, he was actually based on Tommy Lee Jones. Go ahead, laugh at me.
He watched her sit and looked at her a second, then looked past her somewhere. He seemed nervous or agitated more than angry, she realized. Somehow, that made it worse, like she’d not only freaked him out but also burdened him with the task of trying to be diplomatic about it.
She was scared, which meant she simultaneously wanted to run out the back door and punch him in the face.
“I’m going to say something to you and I don’t want you to say one thing,” he said. “Then I’m going to walk right back out that door and we’re never going to speak of it again, do you hear me?”
“Jack, you don’t need to—“
“Quiet, please,” he interrupted politely. “You don’t know what I need to.”
Emma felt the tears of forthcoming humiliation and she blinked them back, but she didn’t say anything, just swallowed and waited for it.
“I love you, Emma,” he said.
“I know that,” she said quietly. She thought then that the only thing worse than someone telling you they didn’t love you was them telling you they did.
“No, Emma,” he said and huffed out a sigh. “I’m telling you that I love you.”
Emma blinked a few times.
“What?” she said.
Emma’s brain was still trying to process what he was saying, because it couldn’t possibly be what she thought she’d heard.
Jack sighed again and looked around the kitchen for a minute before he met her eye.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But I just couldn’t stand the idea of being gone and you never knowing.”
Emma just sat and stared at him.
“Try to look a little less horrified, Emma,” he told her.
“I’m not horrified, Jack. Dumbstruck maybe.”
“Well. That’s all I had to say,” he said. “We don’t ever have to mention it again. It doesn’t have to change anything, but if you think it does, I can leave.”
“Jack, are you blind?” she blurted out.
“No, I’m not blind,” he snapped. “You think I don’t see the look on your face?”
She put a hand on her chest, pretty sure she was going to faint right off the counter.
“Jack, ever since I was a little girl—”
Jack held up a hand.
“Please shut up,” he said quietly. “Just this once, I beg you.”
“Let me talk,” she said.
“You don’t need to, Emma,” he told her, shaking his head. “I know you’ve always seen me as an uncle or a father figure. I’ve been trying not to tell you for weeks, but it just wouldn’t keep.”
“Jack, I’ve been trying not to tell you for twenty years.”
He stood there and squinted at her, like he was trying to put her pieces together and figure out what she was.
“Tell me what?” he asked her.
“Jack, I’ve always loved you,” she couldn’t believe she said. “I was in love with you when you got here.”
Jack stared at her like she’d just thrown a live animal in his face. Emma had a momentary fear that she’d imagined everything she’d thought he said and just blurted her truth out with no provocation whatsoever.
“What the hell for?” he asked her, as if she’d said she was thinking of becoming an exotic dancer.
“What do you mean what—why not?” she asked him.
All he could do for a minute was stare. At least a hundred reasons came to mind and all of them fought for egress at once. It took him a minute to sort the key points and put them together.
“Well, let’s set Miss Margret and your Daddy and our whole lifetime aside for just a second,” he said. “I’m almost sixty years old, Emma and you’re barely over thirty.”
“So what? When you get within three feet of me, I can’t even breathe,” she said.
He was quiet for a moment, just looked at her.
“Are you serious?” he finally said.
“Are you?” she asked him back.
“Serious as hell,” he barely said.
Emma actually felt faint, so much so that she curled her fingers over the edge of the counter and hung on. She’d dreamed so long of him saying he loved her, without once ever thinking it would actually happen. She honestly couldn’t help feeling that she might be having some kind of psychotic episode.
“Excuse me,” he said, like he’d called the wrong number, and walked right out the back door.
I live in a small town in Tennessee, where I have three children still at home and two grown kids living within a few blocks. I am a ridiculous romantic, a caffeine addict and a dork. I apologize for none of it.
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