Authors: Violet Walker
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ally was finishing her shift at Tom’s Crab Shack, wiping down the last of the tables and emptying the order pad and pens from her apron. This was her second day on the job and she was settling in to the routine. She’d memorized the menu on the first night and found that waitressing came rather naturally. Tammy, her boss, was cashing out the register as she was taking off her apron.
“You’re doing really well so far Sally, the customers really like you,” Tammy offered kindly.
“Thanks Tammy. I’m enjoying it so far, and the view out that front window doesn’t hurt either,” Sally said, motioning to the ocean lapping at the sand not fifty feet from the dining room. “It’s really peaceful here.”
“A couple of the girls and I are going to grab a beer after we close up, you should come with us. We can show you around a bit since you’re new in town,” Tammy offered.
Sally wanted to refuse, she’d never really had any female friends other than Crazy Candy. Tammy and the other waitresses, Brenda and Carly, all seemed very friendly but she was afraid she wouldn’t know what to talk about.
Sensing her hesitation Tammy slapped at Sally’s arm playfully, “Come on, we won’t bite. I promise.”
“Sure,” Sally heard herself say. “That sounds great, thanks.”
They finished up all of the closing chores and locked up for the night. The four women stepped out into the cool night air, the smell of the salt spray filling their noses. Sally did find it beautiful and peaceful here in southern Florida but also found herself missing the plains sunsets. She shook the memories from her mind and walked to her car, a used compact Ford that got her from point A to point B. She rolled down the windows and followed Tammy and the other girls out of the parking lot onto the main road. After a few blocks, they parked in front of a small bar called “Todd’s Place” and went in.
Inside, the bar reminded Sally a lot of Bucks with a few tables scattered around a rough dance floor and a short bar with seven or eight stools. Brenda waved to the bartender and sauntered up to the bar, tossing a wink and a playful smile over her shoulder at the girls.
“She’ll have us drinking for free inside of five minutes,” giggled Carly.
The girls found a table off to the side where they could chat and people watch while the waitress brought a round of beers to the table.
“First round is on the house,” she said, sounding less than thrilled.
Tammy and Carly high-fived one another and hooted at Brenda as she swayed her hips back toward their table.
“I swear I don’t know how you do it,” Carly said.
“Do what,” Brenda asked innocently, batting her eyelashes before all four girls broke into giggles. “Jimmy and I went to high school together. We had Sex Ed senior year.”
“Yeah, under the bleachers!” Tammy snorted.
The evening went on like that with lots of laughter, a few beers, and easy conversation. Sally found that she was relaxing and enjoying herself and was glad that she had agreed to come. After a few hours, the girls said their goodbyes and parted ways for the night. Sally got into her car and drove back to her small apartment, smiling to herself. After a short drive, she pulled into the parking lot of her building and climbed the steps to her apartment. She paused at her door, turning toward the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Although it was too dark to see the ocean, she could hear and smell its presence not far from her new home. She leaned back against her door and closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh night air for a few minutes before unlocking her door and going inside.
Once inside her apartment, Sally turned on the lights and surveyed the small space. It wasn’t much but it was cozy and nicely decorated and she had a small TV. She took a quick shower and changed into her Mets t-shirt, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to the couch. She turned on her TV and flipped through the few channels, finding nothing but nightly news and infomercials. She turned the volume low, and lay back against the cushions. Since moving to Florida a week ago, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to sleep in her bed. It felt too big and too lonely and it made her think of Evan.
Evan. She wondered how he was. She wondered if he missed her. No, she told herself, now that he knew who she really was he was probably glad to be rid of her. Sally closed her eyes, feeling the hot tears slide down her cheeks as the low murmurings from the TV lulled her to sleep.
E
van woke the next morning early and more determined to find Sally. He called the local Marshal’s office first, since it was too early to bother Candy, or most anyone else for that matter. A deputy marshal by the name of Tom Brooks, answered. After a brief conversation the only information Evan received was that Sally had not been relocated through Witness Protection. She had informed the local field office that she was moving of her own accord with no forwarding address. She was not scared of Teddy Cruz as she’d been told he would be spending the rest of his lift in jail. He had no chance of parole and most of his organization went their own way. Joey was dead, Cruz’s brother Martin was dead, the deputy marshal that had sold her out was dead. Sally felt she didn’t need to hide anymore.
Evan briefly wondered if Sally had gone back to Chicago where she was from but quickly dismissed the idea. She had nothing and no one there. She’d told him more than once that she was glad to be rid of that place. He tried to think if there was some place Sally had mentioned she might like to go but came up with nothing.
Feeling only slightly discouraged, Evan showered and made his way into the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He jotted down some thoughts on a notepad he kept on his kitchen counter. He ran his hand over the granite, remembering how Sally used to sit on the counter while Evan cooked. He remembered the way she would cock her head to one side while she listened to him talk, how she would get “that” look in her eye when he did the dishes.
“There are few things sexier than a man who does dishes,” she would say playfully before wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.
He missed her kisses, the warmth of her mouth on his. He missed how perfectly her small body fit against his large frame, how she would give a contented sigh when he entered her. He missed being sheathed in her wet warmth, her hands in his hair, nails raking over his back, arching and calling is name as she came.
Evan took a large gulp of his coffee and adjusted himself in his seat, his erection straining at his jeans. Jesus, even the thought of her made him hard. He needed her. Not just her body, but everything she was. He would not rest until he found her and had her back with him where she belonged. He realized it might take some convincing on his part after the things he had said during the standoff with Martin Cruz. Pushing back from the table, Evan grabbed his hat and headed out the door to his truck.
He arrived at the grocery store about half-past seven hoping Candy didn’t have the day off. He walked in, tipping his hat at the few customers there this early morning, and spotted Candy’s wild red hair at the last register. He walked over purposefully, the tender flesh around his healing wound stretching with each long stride. He tried not to wince as he approached Candy’s lane.
“Mornin, Sherriff,” she said. “Good to see ya up and around, ya gave us all quite a scare.”
“Morning Candy, it’s good to be back home. Thanks for the casserole, I’m looking forward to digging in,” Evan said.
“Now Sherriff, ya didn’t come here to talk casserole did ya,” Candy asked with a knowing expression.
“No, I didn’t Candy,” Evan dispensed with the small talk and got to business. “I was wondering if you might know where Sally went?”
“Fixin’ to tell her some more of how she’s not good enough for you,” Candy asked. “If that’s the case, then I’m not telling you anything Sherriff.”
Evan felt a rock form in his gut; Sally had confided her hurt in Candy. “So that is why she left town,” he said quietly, wanting to kick himself again for not leaving a damn message.
“What girl would want to stick around after that,” Candy asked him. “I really expected better from ya Evan,” she said, giving him a disappointed look. “That girl loved ya, despite her flaws. Who cares who she was? All that matters is who she is now.”
“I know that Candy,” Evan said defensively. “Did she happen to tell you what was happening when I said those things? We were in the middle of a standoff with a fucking lunatic that had a gun to her head! I was trying to distract the guy; to save her life. I didn’t mean any of it, Candy. Not one word of it,” he swore.
“Well why in the hell are you telling me all of this,” Candy wanted to know.
“I’m a stubborn ass,” Evan answered. “When I woke up I was angry that she hadn’t been there. I refused to call her but then one of my deputies set me straight. By then it was too late. I have to find her Candy, please. Do you know where she is,” he pleaded.
“I’m not one-hundred percent sure, no. I talked to her two days ago. She said she’s by the ocean, wouldn’t tell me any more than that,” Candy told him.
Evan thanked Candy and went back to his truck. He sat in the parking lot for a long while, angry at himself. Why had he been so damn stubborn? He closed his eyes and wracked his brain trying to think of any time Sally may have mentioned anything about the ocean but came up with nothing. Shit, she could be anywhere. He was about to start his truck and head home when someone tapped on his window. He opened his eyes to see Candy waving something at him and rolled down his window.
“Must be your lucky day Sherriff,” she said. “Guess who just got a postcard?”
S
ally woke the next morning around ten feeling slightly queasy, though she hadn’t had more than two beers the night before. She got up and made herself some toast, then came to sit back on the couch. She flipped through the channels on the TV and settled on a rerun of one of her favorite sitcoms. She was scheduled to work the evening shift again tonight at the restaurant which was good because she needed a few hours more to get rid of this hangover.
She finished her toast and went to the bathroom to shower. She undressed and turned on the water, stepping under the hot spray. When she got out, her queasiness had subsided a bit and she set about drying her hair. She used her hand to wipe the steam from the mirror over the sink and took a long look at her face. Her eyes were still puffy from crying herself to sleep the night before. And the night before that.
She missed Evan something awful. Missed the way he could make her come alive with just one touch. Missed the way his body felt over hers, and the way he’d curl up next to her and pull her against him after they’d made love. She missed how he’d made her feel secure and special. And loved. She was still so hurt by what he had said to her that day in the abandoned house. She had known it would be a possibility if he ever found out about her past but to hear him actually say it out loud had wounded her soul. It was a deep cut that might never heal, she thought. She had never loved anyone so deeply as she loved Evan.
She had briefly thought about staying in town, trying to convince him she was not who she had been. She almost went to the hospital every day to hold his hand and brush his hair off of his forehead. Almost. Truth was she hadn’t had the courage. She didn’t think that she could handle him telling her again that he didn’t want her. That she would ruin him. So in the end, she left. She’d packed up her life in Oklahoma, bought a car with the money she’d saved, and drove until she got tired of driving.
Sally dressed quickly and decided to go for a walk on the beach. She needed to get out of this apartment and her own head for a bit. She stepped out into the sunshine and warm breeze and headed off into the sand. She walked along the edge of the water, her feet sinking into the wet sand as the waves washed over her toes. Though only eleven-thirty in the morning the beach was already filling up with towels, chairs, and umbrellas. After about an hour, she decided to head back to her apartment for some lunch. The toast she’d had for breakfast was long gone and her stomach was rumbling.
She climbed the steps to her apartment and went to the refrigerator. Though hungry, nothing she had in there looked appetizing. What is wrong with me? she thought. Deciding that she wasn’t going to be satisfied by anything in her fridge, she grabbed her purse and car keys and headed back out. She drove to a small diner not far from her place and ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake. It was, by far, the most she’d eaten in a week.
Sally looked around the diner while she waited for her food. The place reminded her of Minnie’s back in Oklahoma and her eyes started to water. She tried to regain her composure but the dam broke and the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. The waitress, a woman who looked to be in her forties, came over and brought some extra napkins.
“You doing ok today honey,” she asked kindly.
“I’ll be ok,” Sally answered shakily. “Just having a rough day is all.”
Sally’s food came and she scarfed it down as if she hadn’t eaten in days. As she was taking the last sip of her milkshake she suddenly felt incredibly sleepy. She paid her bill and went home to nap for a while before her shift. She could barely keep her eyes open and fell asleep as soon as she lay on her couch.
She awakened forty-five minutes before her shift started and rushed around her apartment to get ready. She couldn’t believe she’d slept another three hours. Maybe I’m coming down with something, she thought but then attributed it to the stress and sadness of the past few weeks. She threw her hair up in a quick ponytail, grabbed her keys off the counter, swung her door open, and nearly fainted.