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Authors: Daisy Prescott

Tags: #Contemporary

Ready to Fall (22 page)

“I’m with a friend.”

“Bring him, too. The more the merrier.” She smiled in a way, leaving no room to misunderstand her motives.

I scanned the bar for Donnely but couldn’t see him. Jenn’s pretty face and forward personality would make for a nice distraction from flashes of light brown eyes going through my head every time I saw a brunette in the bar. I followed her away toward the door to the patio, motivated partially by the promise of less screaming vocals. The band sucked. I spotted Donnely leaning against the far wall chatting up a woman with short blonde hair. He smiled at me when I handed him his new beer and mouthed “thanks” before returning to his conversation. I gestured to the patio door with my beer. He nodded. I’d been dismissed. No use for a wingman anymore.

The patio teemed with people seeking refuge from the band or fresh air. I scanned the space, searching for Jenn. Groups crowded together over tables filled with empty and half-finished drinks. Thankfully the noise out here was lower than inside.

Someone called my name. I turned to find Jenn waving from a table. When I reached her group, I stood next to Jenn’s chair and she introduced me around the table. I didn’t pay much attention. Unlike Tom, I wasn’t on the prowl. Far from it.

“… And this is Diane.” Jenn gestured to the woman who sat with her back to me.

Dark hair in shiny waves resting on her shoulders was immediately familiar.

Oh, shit.

I prayed for a coincidence. There were many women named Diane who had dark hair in the world.

“Everyone, this is John.” Jenn finished her introductions.

The brunette tilted her head back and up to see me.

Light brown eyes met mine.

All the other women and the guy sitting between Jenn and Diane said hello, but my gaze locked with those familiar eyes. Unlike Jenn, Diane didn’t look like she wore tons of makeup, but still managed to be the most beautiful woman at the table. I took in her appearance as if it had been months instead of a single week since I’d last seen her. Her outfit was similar to the other women, but something about her didn’t fit with them. Instead of tipsy silliness and an intent to flirt, the familiar sadness lingered in her eyes, emphasized by her frown.

“Hi, John. Of all the bars, in all the towns, you walked into this one tonight. What are the odds?” Her monotone didn’t hold the teasing lightness I’d come to expect from her.

I blinked at her words.
Was she angry? Annoyed?
I couldn’t read her. She showed her teeth, but I wouldn’t call it a smile. I noticed the guy sitting next to her had his arm on the back of her chair.

“You two know each other?” Jenn’s voice belayed her disappointment.

“We do,” both Diane and I said at the same time, breaking eye contact.

“Where have you been hiding him?” another woman asked. I’d already forgotten her name.

“He’s my neighbor.” Diane gave the simplest explanation.

“Lucky you to have such a hot neighbor,” nameless friend number two said. The other women giggled and smiled at me. My ego absorbed their flattering attention, but my eyes remained on Diane and some random guy’s arm way too fucking close to touching her.

“You should join us. Since you two know each other. Pull up a chair.” Jenn played hostess, a hostess with a bitchy side. Tom wasn’t the only one on the prowl tonight.

It hit me then how this appeared. Diane didn’t know I was here acting as Donnely’s wingman. Nor did she know I wasn’t on the prowl. Not tonight. No interest. What she knew was I followed her friend back from the bar.

Internally I slapped myself. What was I doing here with Donnely? I had no interest in mindless sex or a one night stand. Not anymore.

Fuck.

I found a chair and squeezed in between Diane and another woman named Debbie. Maybe it was Stephanie.

Diane had turned her chair and angled her body toward the guy more than me. Message clearly delivered.

I stretched my arm in front of her to shake nameless guy’s hand. “John,” I said.

“Mike.” He squeezed my hand in a vice grip.

“Where’s your friend?” Jenn asked, evidently giving up on me as tonight’s conquest.

Mike must not have been here for her. The way he gripped my hand and had his arm touching Diane’s chair told me everything I needed to know. Who the hell was he to be touching anything close to Diane? My eyes darted back to him before I answered Jenn, “Inside. I let him know I was headed out here, so maybe he’ll join us.”

Diane flicked her eyes in my direction at the word friend.

“Tom’s a great guy. You’d probably like him. Much better looking than me,” I said.

Jenn and a few of the other women perked up.

Diane added, “Tom’s nickname is Tom Cat. If no strings-attached, no emotional connection is your thing, he’s probably your kind of guy.”

The barbs in her words stung. Fear settled into my gut. Did she think that’s what we were doing?

I’d never made her any promises. I didn’t do that. Ever.

Maybe that was my problem.

I attempted to catch her eye, but she ignored me while she detailed Tom’s looks and charms to her girlfriends. Mike’s arm remained on her chair while he drank his beer. That needed to stop.

Debbie/Stephanie to my left spoke to me, “Diane’s mentioned you down at the studio.”

Her words surprised me. “She has?”

“She told us about all the fun adventures you took her on. Whenever one of us thought of a place for her to visit on the island or in the area, she’d already gone there with you.”

I nodded.

“I’m Traci, by the way.”

Not Debbie or Stephanie.

“John Day. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

“Would we have?”

“I know a lot of people on South Whidbey.” I shrugged. My words could come across as arrogant, but I’d lived on the island all but a few years of my life and knew most people or families on the south end.

“I run the studio where Diane works. We live in Langley on Maple Cove.”

My mind flipped through names of families I knew in Langley. No Traci.

“You from the island?”

“No, we moved up from California about three years ago.”

“Ah.” That explained it. Californian transplants. “That explains the Pilates.”

She laughed and it was friendly, open. “You’re not the first person I’ve met who’s said that. You islanders are a tough bunch to crack.”

I smiled. “We keep to ourselves.”

“Except with Diane.”

My eyes wandered over to Diane, who had turned slightly and seemed to be listening.

“Every rule has an exception.”

“Although I’m always surprised by the generosity of islanders. Fresh eggs in our mailbox, a borrowed generator when the power went out for days, rides to the ferry … it’s a long list. Islanders live and breathe ‘love thy neighbor’. Never experienced anything like it before we moved here.”

Diane’s lips curled into a small smile.

“Are you eavesdropping, Miss Watson?” I asked.

She ducked her head and sipped on her cocktail. “Maybe,” she muttered.

Everything felt awkward with her. Except when she smiled.

Mike excused himself and left the table, providing a little privacy for Diane and me.

“How are you?” she asked.

I stared into her eyes. She gave away nothing. “I’m okay. You?”

Her shoulders sagged slightly. “About the same.”

“Who’s Mike?” A growl rolled through my chest under my words.

A small smile played in the corner of her mouth. “Some guy Jenn knows.”

“He’s overly touchy-feely.” I frowned and drank more of my beer.

She sighed. “He’s a guy. At a bar. On a Saturday.” She paused and stared at me. “Probably not a stretch to figure out what’s on his mind.”

Yep. She assumed I was on the prowl with the Tom Cat. “Maybe his friend dragged him out to be the wingman.”

Her nod told me she heard me, but didn’t fully believe me.

Most of the things I knew in life couldn’t help me when it came to women. Fishing, cars, rules of soccer, and types of trees proved useless. I knew how to flirt, how to please a woman in bed. Emotional stuff? No clue. I never let it get that far. Not even with Kelly. Sure I liked her. Really liked her.

Everything felt different, larger with Diane. I shut down and shut her out on the beach. Now what?

Like the other night when I stood in her driveway, I waited for a sign, something to show me what I should do.

I opened my mouth to say we should talk. Nothing. I balled my fist against my leg and drained the rest of my beer.

She saved us from further awkwardness by changing the topic to include her friends. The latest celebrity gossip and shoes to make your ass rounder weren’t topics I had much to contribute on. After a few awkward minutes of staring into my empty glass, I excused myself, offering to get more drinks for everyone.

I retreated back into the bar where thankfully the band had taken a break. With a glance toward the wall where Tom stood with tonight’s interest, I shouldered my way through the crowd. The wait at the bar discouraged me. Mike was nowhere to be seen. At least I wouldn’t have to talk with the guy. If I hadn’t offered to get a few drinks for Diane’s friends, I would’ve bailed altogether. The distraction of a night out faded when I saw Diane.

A hand pressed against my lower back. Warmth spread from the point of contact and for a second I thought it might be Diane. When I turned, different brown eyes met mine.

“Sorry. Excuse me,” the not Diane woman said.

“No problem.” I hid my disappointment behind a friendly smile.

Slow, tortuous minutes in line gave me time to think, which was the last thing I wanted to do. Tonight wasn’t the time to talk with Diane. Not here, not with her girlfriends sitting around like an audience, not when she thought I was here trolling for action like Mike.

My head spun, but not from the alcohol. I’d had two beers all night. Making my decision, I ordered the cocktails and returned to the table. I told Donnely my plans when I passed him

“I’m going to head out. You ladies have a fun evening.” I set the drinks on the table and then squeezed Diane’s shoulder, trying to communicate I was leaving alone.

A few of the women frowned and tried to convince me to stay. Mike sat in his spot next to Diane, but chatted up Jenn, clearly having shifted his sights. Good. If I accomplished nothing else tonight, at least I’d scared him away. Diane gave me a sad smile and told me it was nice to run in to me. No see you later or around or anything to give me hope I hadn’t fucked up everything.

On the ferry back to the island, I stood on deck at the front of the boat to watch the island come into view. Behind me the lights of the rest of the world blinked and burned. Let them. I didn’t want them. Solitude suited me better.

I’d fucked things up with Diane. Maybe this was the reason Maggie never gave in to my flirting. Living next door to someone you made a mess of things with would be torturous. I believed I was in love with Maggie at one point last year. Looking back, it was nothing more than a crush. At least compared to how I felt about Diane.

The dark shadow of the island grew larger when the ferry approached the dock. A few bright spots of lights littered the beach and bluffs. Each one was a reminder of the solitary island life of living away from the bright lights and seduction of the city.

 

 

“How’s Diane?” my aunt asked while spooning green beans on my plate.

I held my hand out to stop her from creating a mountain of vegetables I’d be forced to eat out of politeness.

“I assume she’s fine.”

“Oh, dear.” She frowned.

“What?” I shoved beans off my pork chop.

“I thought you were fond of her.”

“I was. I am. We’re not spending a lot of time together right now.” I shrugged, an attempt to end the conversation.

“Honey, leave the man alone. The more you pester him, the more he’ll dig in his heels,” my uncle interrupted, holding his plate out for a spoonful of beans. “You should know that by now.”

“I know no such thing,” she said.

“It hasn’t worked for him and Ted, what makes you think your pushing will work with this girl. Leave it be. Give him some room to breathe and figure it out on his own.”

Helen set the beans down next to her plate and sat in her chair. “I guess you know what you’re doing.”

“Guess so.”

“It’s your life, John.”

I waited for her next words.

“I want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy. I swear. Got everything I need.”

She sighed and gave me a mothering look, which told me she didn’t believe me, not by a mile, but would let it drop. For now.

“Great meal,” I said, shoveling pork and mashed potatoes into my mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she chastised. I’d upset her. Great. She was mad at me, too. What was it lately with me and all females?

“Diane’s never said she planned to stay on the island. At least not to me. What’s the point in starting anything if she’s going to leave soon?” I sounded stupid even to my own ears.

“No one can say what’s coming up for any of us. Or how long we have.” My aunt spoke in clichés when she gave advice. “You find your people in life and you hold on tight. No one is promised a future more than today.”

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