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  Ryan, A.D.

  Remember When / A.D. Ryan

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  I have loved to the point of madness, that which is called madness, that which to me is the only sensible way to love.

  ~Francoise Sagan

  Acknowledgments

  This book is for all the people who read it in its original form years ago. It is, by far, one of my favorite novels to have written, and I wouldn’t have had the courage to formally publish it if not for the encouragement of all my online friends.

  To my parents, thank you for constantly supporting me as I continue to chase after this dream. It means a lot to have you all in my corner.

  My siblings, who drove me nuts when we were kids, but I now look up to for different reasons.

  Lynda and Tiff, the two of you are, beyond a doubt, two of the best friends I’ve never met in person. Your attention to detail and constant support and cheerleading has been amazing. I don’t feel like I can ever properly repay you for all you two have done for me. I’ll find a way, though. Just you wait and see.

  Two of my pre-readers, Sandy and Caroline, thank you for taking a chance on this emotional story. I’m so glad you enjoyed it, even if it stirred up emotions no one expected.

  Marny, you were with me when I first wrote this story. You were the one to tell me to “just do it.” And I did. I had second thoughts about certain parts of it, but it was you that encouraged me to stick with my original plans and do what I do best. I’m so glad you did, because this story is one of the best things I’ve ever written. It made me feel things I’d forgotten, and it touched the hearts of so many people. So, for that, I thank you for continuing to be my muse.

  And finally, my husband and three amazing kidlets, to have each and every one of you respect the time I take to write means the world to me. You guys are my inspiration and my reason for doing everything that I do. Without you, I’d be lost. I love you.

  Cheers,

  Angela

  Prologue: Memory Lane

  When I first saw her walking through the quad of Frederick High my senior year, I knew I had to have her. She was a sophomore and new to town. Apparently her father had been transferred here for work; I’d later find out he was the new principal at our school.

  That first day was unforgettable. I was sitting at a table outside, on a particularly warm fall day, when I looked up and saw her wander through the crowd of students taking advantage of the warmth. I’d heard she’d transferred from somewhere in Oregon, so she was probably used to cooler temperatures. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight as she cast her blue eyes nervously toward a group of guys tossing a football around, flinching slightly when Thomas Welch, the Warriors’ starting quarterback, almost backed into her as he caught the ball. Truth be told, I jolted slightly in my seat in sync with her reaction.

  She placed a delicate hand over her heart and laughed foolishly at herself as she continued on. Her smile was absolutely breathtaking, and I was in awe watching this beautiful woman walking toward me. Her eyes met mine, and as soon as I saw her blush, I knew I had to introduce myself.

  I excused myself from my friends, Billy and Alex, who looked over their shoulders at whatever it was that had captured my attention. They both smiled while Billy started laughing and teasing me on finally being ready to give it up. He truly was—and still is—a crass pig, but he was also one of my closest friends.

  I punched his shoulder—hard—as I walked past him and made my way to her. As I walked toward her, confusion flashed in her eyes before she looked back over her shoulder. I offered her a smile as I worked on closing the gap between us.

  I was a few feet from her when the shouting began.

  “Heads up!” My head snapped to the right as I watched the football closing in on her. Its height led me to believe it would easily sail over her head… Thomas’ quickly advancing body, however, was on course for a major collision. His eyes were on the ball and not on where he was running.

  In that moment, I made a snap decision and bolted toward her. She had no idea what was about to happen. Thankfully, my experience on the track team had paid off as I made it to her quicker than should have been possible. The look on her face was pure confusion and shock as I wrapped my hands around her slender waist and twisted our bodies. Thomas finally noticed a fraction of a second before he slammed into my back, and the three of us fell to the ground.

  Her body was pinned beneath me, her blonde hair sprawled out on the grass. I stared down into her big blue eyes, drinking in her soft features. It wasn’t until she groaned and reached for the back of her head that I grew concerned.

  “Ooooh. What happened?” she had asked, trying to prop herself up on her elbows. I was too heavy on top of her, making it difficult, so I hopped to my feet.

  Thomas jumped up and looked down at us as I helped her to hers. “Cassie, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you, and by the time I did, I couldn't stop.”

  Cassie.

  She wobbled slightly on her feet. Acting quickly, I caught her around the waist and held her upright. She stood several inches shorter than my five-foot-ten frame, fitting perfectly against my side. She was slender and curvy, soft and womanly in all the right places.

  “No, its fine. It could have been much worse if not for…” Her words trailed off awaiting my introduction.

  “Jack. Jack Martin,” I offered.

  “Jack.” My name fell from her lips in a breathy whisper, and she turned a deep shade of crimson. Her legs wobbled a little beneath her again.

  “Maybe we should go to the infirmary. Just to be sure you're all right,” I suggested gently.

  “Um, yeah. Sure.”

  I kept my arm around her as we walked to the nurse's office, telling myself it was to ensure she stayed on her feet. Deep down, I knew it was because I never wanted to let her go.

  That was day one. I asked her out two weeks later, and we never looked back.

  For our first date, I took Cassie on a picnic in Vogel Canyon. As we sat on the thin blanket I’d brought, amidst the flowers of the early spring, we soaked up each other's stories as we ate the sandwiches I pretended I made. I couldn’t have her know I was limited to peanut butter and jelly this early on in the relationship.

  Then she laughed. I didn't think anything could beat the melodious sound of her voice, or even how my name sounded when it breezed past her pouty lips, but I was proven wrong when she laughed at a memory of her mother.

  “It was ridiculous,” she had said. “I mean, my mom has done a lot of crazy things in her time, but skydiving? It took me a month to talk her out of it.” She paused to take a breath and get her laughter under control.

  That was when I kissed her. My lips brushed hers lightly, and I felt a spark as they connected. She pulled back immediately, her startled blue eyes searched mine for an explanation, and I struggled to find the words that could possibly justify my impulsive behavior. “I'm sorry,” I whispered. “I just—”

  She didn't let me finish. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her plump lips to mine. As our mouths moved together, I felt Cassie weave her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck before her deli
cate tongue peeked out and caressed my lower lip.

  As we deepened our kiss, I wrapped my arm around her waist and we fell to the ground, our legs tangled up in one another's. Like the teenagers we were, we made out, sprawled upon the blanket, for what seemed like hours. It wasn't usual for me to be so impulsive upon meeting someone, but there was something about her that I just couldn't tear myself away from. I was drawn to her, like gravity.

  We were so wrapped up in the moment as we groped and pulled at each other above our clothes that we hadn't noticed the sky darkening before the rain started to fall. Cassie's lips played up into a smile against mine, and she started to giggle when the rain pelted down on her back as she remained on top of me. We stood quickly, our bodies instantly soaked as the large drops assaulted us, and we rushed to pick up our blanket and basket before fleeing for the car, laughing all the while.

  Once we were in the car, I turned the heater on to warm us up. I looked over at Cassie as she held her hands out over the dashboard vent awaiting the warm air to filter out. She tilted her head and looked over at me, a small smirk turning the corners of her mouth upward. Her hair was soaked from the rain and fell in damp waves over her shoulders, the water beading from the ends and falling onto her lap as she ran her hands together against the warm air.

  I wondered if it was possible to love somebody with every fiber of your being after only a couple of weeks. Because I was fairly certain I was falling head over heels in love with Cassidy Taylor.

  As soon as we pulled onto the highway, the sky opened up and a torrential downpour had begun, causing the road to disappear. The car ride back to town was mostly silent as I kept my eyes focused on what little I could see of the road ahead of me. I could feel her eyes on me the whole trip, though, and as much as I wanted to pull over and talk to her some more, I knew I should probably get her home, lest her parents worry.

  I pulled up to her house and hopped out of the car. I ran to the passenger side and opened her door for her, draping my jacket over our heads to keep our still-damp bodies from being soaked through once more, and we jogged for the cover of her front porch. She unlocked the door before turning back to me and smiling. We stood for a moment in silence, just looking into each other's eyes nervously.

  “I'm sorry,” we both said at the same time.

  I laughed. “What are you sorry for?”

  Her cheeks turned a pale shade of pink, and she pulled that delicious bottom lip between her teeth. “For what happened back in the field. I'm not usually so impetuous. I mean, we just met…and then you kissed me…I don't know. It's all so stupid, really.” She dropped her eyes to her feet. “I just feel this deep connection to you. I can't explain it right, so this probably all sounds insane.”

  I cupped her face in my hands and lifted it gently so her eyes would meet mine. “Not even a little bit. I know exactly what you're talking about,” I assured her.

  “You do?” she whispered, placing her hands tentatively around my wrists.

  I nodded as I leaned in to capture her lips with mine once more. We were inches apart when the front door opened, and her father, Principal Frank Taylor, stood in the doorway. His eyes were hard, and the same commanding presence he held at school radiated off him now, forcing me to quickly change course and place a gentle kiss to Cassie's forehead before saying goodnight to them both.

  The more I got to know Cassie over the years, the deeper I fell. It seemed like we were with each other every waking moment, and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. When the time finally came for me to apply to colleges, Cassie grew sullen. It was the first true glimpse into her troubled past I’d been privy to, though I didn’t realize it at first since I was just as upset about being apart from her. The only thing that kept me focused on my future was that I wanted to earn my degree in Psychiatry so I could make a life for us. I knew what all that entailed, and the sooner I started on it all, the better.

  Being in a long distance relationship wasn’t without its difficulties. Cassie really struggled—we both did. It was during our time apart that I learned more about Cassie and her struggles. She often broke down during our conversations, but by the time we said goodbye, she’d regained her composure. After a few months, her parents grew concerned enough with her erratic behavior to tell me that Cassie had a history of depression in her youth. It came as a shock, but not nearly as much as learning that she’d been backsliding since I left.

  Naturally, when Cass announced that she wanted to move to Hanover with me when the time came for her to attend Dartmouth, her parents grew concerned. Rightfully so. Before they were okay with it, Cassie and I had to sit down with the two of them and discuss the positive changes in Cassie over the past year. She’d been seeing a therapist again who’d altered her med rotation slightly to level her out. Cassie and I both assured her parents that we would remain diligent with her treatment.

  And we tried.

  By the time Cassie joined me at Dartmouth that fall, I was two years away from earning my undergraduate degree before I started med school. Dartmouth was an amazing experience for both of us. We really blossomed there…eventually.

  In the beginning, there was definitely an adjustment to be made. Cassie had more ups than downs, fortunately, but there were still days where I worried about her more than usual. Her emotions could change in the blink of an eye. I’d never seen her so out of sorts. It worried me, but I soon came to realize she’d been slacking on her routine with her busy course load.

  Once I was able to pinpoint the reason behind her extreme mood swings, I was better equipped to help her through it. I used the information I’d learned in my classes and took it upon myself to help her through it to the best of my ability. I would gently remind her to take her meds before we both left for class; I checked in throughout the day if I knew we wouldn’t see each other before the end of the day; and, most importantly, we made sure to have dinner together every night. No matter what.

  Creating a routine helped.

  I never once blamed or resented Cassie for the struggles we’d endured. I knew none of it was her fault, and, if anything, I loved her more because of it. What was important was that we didn’t let it conquer her or dictate how we lived. We maintained control of it, and eventually, Cassie was able to enjoy her college experience to its fullest.

  Two years into my three-year med school degree, Cassie graduated from Dartmouth. That was the night I proposed. There was never a doubt in my mind that we'd be together forever, and I was elated when she told me the same thing upon accepting my proposal.

  I had waited until we were at dinner with our parents. I had spoken to Cassie's parents two weeks prior to that night and asked for their blessing, and they gave it wholeheartedly. The server brought dessert, and Cassie was just digging into her chocolate cake when I stood up.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  I smiled and looked down at her before looking at all the faces around the table. “I wanted to say a few words.”

  “About what?” she asked, casting a nervous glance at her parents.

  “I'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished these last four years, Cass.”

  She looked at me with slight confusion. “Um, thanks?”

  “Since that day I saved you from that football in high school, I knew that we were fated to be together,” I started with a light chuckle.

  Cassie's eyes widened in realization. “What the hell do you think you're doing, Jack Martin?” Her chest began to heave with her heavy breaths. I pulled a small black box from my pocket and dropped to one knee beside her. “Put that away,” she hissed.

  I laughed and looked her in the eyes as I took her shaking left hand in mine. “Cassidy Lee Taylor, I can't imagine my life without you. Marry me?”

  I opened the ring box, and her breath caught in her throat. “It's beautiful,” she whispered as she looked down at the half-carat, princess cut solitaire ring nestled in the blue velvet pillow. She raised her tear-filled eyes an
d smiled. “Yes.”

  My heart soared with joy as I took the ring and placed it on her finger, where it would stay forever. I stood and pulled her into my arms, and our parents started to applaud, which only caused the rest of the restaurant to join in on the celebratory cheers.

  I pressed my lips to Cassie's and could feel her smile against my mouth. “Forever, Cassie. Without a doubt, you are my forever.”

  “And you're mine.”

  We set the date for that December, during our winter break.

  After her graduation, Cassie stayed in Hanover, New Hampshire while I finished up my final year at Dartmouth. She was able to land a job at a small graphics design company with hopes of starting her own some day.

  Getting started on our life together was important, but not as important as starting our careers and putting money away for a down payment on a house.

  My older sister, Jennifer, helped plan the perfect wedding in a church back home in Frederick. Always one for overdoing it, she was the perfect choice. The morning of the wedding, my closest friends, Billy and Alex, as well as my father, Robert, and I all got ready together.

  “So, you're actually doing this, huh?” Billy asked jokingly, blue eyes alight with jest. His dark hair was combed neatly, and his tie was immaculately straight.

  I chuckled as I fastened my tie around my neck. “I really am.”

  Dad approached me and held out a key ring. The lines around his brown eyes were made more prominent by the proud smile he wore. “Here are the keys to the beach house in California. Your mother and I want you to take Cassie there for your honeymoon. We know you two said you didn't have anything planned, so we took it upon ourselves to plan it for you.”

  “Dad, I…thank you.” I took the keys from him as he wrapped his arms around me.