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Authors: Daisy Prescott

Tags: #Contemporary

Ready to Fall (9 page)

Paying too much attention to Donnely’s antics, I lost track of how many balls she’d sunk and was surprised to find she was beating me. With one more shot, she won the game.

“What was that about you haven’t played since college?”

She gave me a sly grin. “Nope, not since college. Back in the day I was pretty good.”

“You may have forgotten to say you’re a shark. Maybe you’ve forgotten to mention other things too.”

“Oh, John.” She lightly patted my cheek. “There’s so much about me you don’t know.”

The woman flirted with me. The gray sweater was gone and so was her shy sadness.

If she wanted to flirt, we’d flirt.

I lightly swatted her ass and leaned down so I wouldn’t be heard by anyone but her. “I’d like to know all about you.”

Her soft intake of breath told me she didn’t see that coming and I may have turned it on too strong. She didn’t know Kelly and I had ended things. She probably thought I was a cheater. Great.

I peered into her eyes where I saw not only surprise but something else. Something that surprised me. Fire.

Was she mad? Turned on? Both?

 

 

 

“S
HE
LOOKED
LIKE
she didn’t know whether to slap you or fuck you. What did you say to Diane at the end of the pool game?” Donnely asked when we walked out to our trucks.

Diane had left a few minutes ago. She didn’t say anything before she left; just grabbed her coat and said good-bye.

“I flirted with her. No big deal.”

“You must have lost your touch, dude.”

“She doesn’t know I broke up with Kelly. Now she thinks I’m a cheating two-timer.”

“Oh, man. Sucks for you.”

“Thanks for your sympathy.”

“What? I have a clear shot at her. Before she was too busy staring at you. You’re the asshole and I’m the good guy. Win for me.”

“Donnely,” I said with a threat to my voice. “Neither of us had a shot with her. She’s ruled out relationships. Nasty divorce, asshole ex.”

“How do you know?”

“We’ve had dinner.”

“Oh, like a date?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “What’s the deal then? You’ve already hung out.”

“Dinner happened before Kelly was gone.”

“Ah. Yeah, you’re screwed. What’s with you and the divorcees lately? Aren’t there any single women left for you to fuck?”

“Ha ha.” My voice lacked all emotion. “If I’m not willing to take your sloppy seconds, it rules out the majority of single women under forty left on this island.”

“True that.” Donnely puffed up his chest in pride. “Nothing sloppy about my women. Cream of the crop.”

“Sure. What’s the name of the woman you went home with in Everett?” I knew I had him after a moment of silence.

“Kim? Karen? Kami? I know it started with a K. Keri?” He shook his head. “Okay, maybe I need to pay more attention. But you know me, I’m a good guy. I give them a good time. I never lie or lead them on. Not once.”

“Don’t you ever worry you’ll get tired of not remembering names?”

Tom scrunched up his face. “Yeah, sure. I mean, some days I want the lazy comfort of the same woman in my life, but it’s too much work, man.”

“Maybe it feels like too much work because it isn’t the right woman.”

“You feel this way because of things with Kelly, but maybe it’s that way with every relationship.”

Taking in a deep breath, I exhaled a cloud of air in the night’s damp cold. “I hope not. Things with her were great at the beginning.”

“That’s my whole point. Stick to the beginning of fun and you’ll never get to the point of the work and the pain in the ass shit which comes with relationships.”

There was no way I would take advice from Donnely. The more he said, the stronger I felt living the life of Donnely wasn’t the right path. Somewhere between trying to remember last night’s name and feeling trapped had to be the good stuff. The question was how to find it.

“You are a wonder with words. It’s no wonder you’re so popular, D.”

“I have a gift. Well, I’m heading home. Gotta rest up for the weekend. You up for a trip to town?”

“Maybe. Supposed to go to the movies with Diane.”

“Sounds like a date. Dinner, too?” Donnely teased.

“Not a date. We’re friends.”

“Friends can screw too, dude. Try the whole friends with benefits thing. Maybe that’s what you’re missing out on.”

“Right. Cause that works out.”

“Did with me and whatsherface.”

“Yeah, you and whatsherface were something to be envied.” I laughed at him. He was a piece of work, but as far as guys in my life, he was a loyal friend. No bullshit when it came to Tom Donnely.

“Maybe not the best example. Let me know if Diane’s off the market. I’ll cut you some slack and tone down the charm to give you a chance.”

“Thanks, man. You’re the best.”

“That’s what she said.”

I grumbled and waved good-bye. On the drive back down to the beach and my empty house, thoughts floated through my head about friends, love and hard work. The funny thing was I never shirked hard work, physical work.

 

 

Later in the week I found myself back at the Doghouse again with Diane after a movie at the Clyde. Light snow fell but didn’t stick to the ground, giving everything a slight shimmer and softness.

“Maybe if you lose the big sweater you’d have more attention than you’d know what to do with. Island’s a lonely place in the winter.” I teased Diane about her gray sweater, which had made another appearance tonight. We were sitting at the bar having a pint of beer before heading home.

“You hate this sweater, don’t you?” she asked, picking a ball of fuzz off the shoulder.

“It looks like it’s swallowing you whole. You have a nice body. Don’t hide it because you married an asshole.”

“Ouch. My sweater’s comfortable and warm!”

“And ugly.” My smile showed her I teased.

“Your opinion is duly noted. I won’t wear it around you again.”

“Maybe we should ceremoniously burn it?” I asked, half kidding, but mostly serious. The sweater was an abomination. Or her security blanket. “I’m going to start calling you Linus.”

“Why Linus?”

“Instead of a blue blanket, you have a sweater. I think I’ve only seen you without it once.”

“That’s not true. I wore my fleece when we played pool. And I didn’t wear it the night you came over for stew.”

“Okay, that’s twice. Still, I think we should burn it come spring. We’ll do it on the beach. First bonfire of the year.”

“Bonfires on the beach sound wonderful, but you’re not burning my sweater.” She petted her wool covered arm as if protecting the damn thing from my loathing.

“Fine,” I huffed, crossing my arms.

“Maybe I’m using it as my superhero power to ward off the men. Maybe I don’t want any attention.”

The mention of super powers hinted she was joking, but her eyes showed she meant the part about not wanting attention.

“You’d use your one super power to ward off men? Seriously? No ability to fly? Read minds?”

Her shrug told me she was serious about hiding herself. Unacceptable. That asshole did a number on her ego. Somebody needed to remedy all the shit her ex left her with. I told her as much.

“It’s your superhero power to do with what you want. Invisibility it is.”

“What would be your power?”

“Strength, of course.” I put my elbow on the bar and flexed my bicep, wiggling my eyebrows and nodding my head to get her to touch it.

“Nice. You must work out.” Her humor returned as she clamped her hand around my arm.

“Chopping wood is hard work.”

“I saw you outside splitting wood. You were going at it pretty hard. Working out some frustrations?”

Here was the chance to come clean about Kelly. I took a deep breath and exhaled. “You might say that. Kelly’s out of the picture.”

Her face showed genuine concern. “Oh, John. I’m sorry. What happened? The ex?”

“Pretty much. The not-so-ex is less ex than I thought. I told her I’m out until she knows what she’s doing. I might be catnip for the ladies, but I’ve never gotten mixed up in a marriage.”

“Catnip?” Her lip quirked and she fought a smile.

“You’d be surprised. I’m the whole fantasy. Beard. Brawn. Wholesome.”

Her eyebrow raised at the last word.

“Yes, wholesome. Dinner every Sunday night with the family kind of guy.”

“Really?” Her voice filled with surprise.

“Honest. In fact, you’ve been invited to join us some time. Being friendly islanders, they want to show you some hospitality. My aunt is worried you don’t know anyone.”

“Wait, your family knows about me?”

I realized too late I had admitted to telling my family about her.

“Sure. Small island. They asked about Maggie and I told them you’d moved in.” The truth, not the whole truth, but still honest.

“That’s nice of them. Everyone here’s been pretty welcoming on the surface. I get the feeling people don’t get attached to the new arrivals.”

“A lot of people have the romantic idea about living on an island. Most don’t last. Isolation and rural quiet aren’t for everyone.”

“I can definitely see that. I could use a change of scenery and I’ve only lived here a few weeks.”

“The rest of the world is only a ferry ride away. You could take the boat over to Everett and go to the mall.”

“Thanks!” She swatted my arm.

“What? Girls like shopping and malls. We don’t have that much here unless you drive up to Oak Harbor.”

“I’m good, thanks. Not like I have a life and need clothes. I have my sweater, I’m good.”

I chuckled watching her pet her arms. “Okay, you’re atypical. No malls for you. Still, might be good to go blow the stink off once and a while.”

“You think I smell?” She huffed and turned to take a sip of her beer.

“It’s an expression my uncle uses. Means get out of your routine. Maybe we should head over to Port Townsend sometime. You’d like it.”

“I could use a change of view. Stink or no stink.”

“Then we’ll go. We take the ferry over from Ft. Casey.”

“I have no idea where that is. I’m realizing I haven’t explored the island. I come to Langley, I buy groceries, I get coffee from the Fellowship of the Bean … sometimes I even go out to eat by myself. Pretty boring.”

“Totally boring. You need a life, Diane.”

“Geez, it’s a wonder why the women swarm. You’re so flattering on a girl’s ego.”

“They don’t like me for the ego stroking.” I winked and we both cracked up. “Seriously, I’m an honest guy. I never lie. I compliment what I like and don’t think telling a woman she’s pretty should ever be held back.”

Her eyes met mine and we stared at each other for a beat or two. I noticed her eyes had flecks of green and gold in the middle. What had at first appeared to be average brown, was in fact beautiful.

“You have beautiful eyes,” I said, emphasizing my words about not holding back compliments.

She broke our eye contact and mumbled a thank you.

“See? Never miss the opportunity to compliment.”

She scanned my face. Resolving herself, she straightened on her stool, and she set down her pint glass. “I think we should make a pact.”

“What kind of pact?”

“Neither of us wants to swim in the relationship pool again anytime soon, right?”

I nodded.

“And we’ve already agreed we’re friends,” she said.

“Sure.” Where was she going with this?

“Friends hang out and do things, fun things, all the time. Look at tonight, for example. This was fun. A movie and a drink. Some might think of it as a date. But it isn’t a date because we’re friends.”

The idea tonight could be conceived as a date never crossed my mind. Sure I liked Diane, but I’d never even considered this being that kind of night out. Dates ended in good night kisses or sex.

“Okay. Where are you going with this?”

“We do all the fun things, blow the stink off together, but avoid the romance.”

“Date without dating?”

“Yep. Unless you’d rather hang out with Donnely around here.”

Hanging out with Donnely had its time and place, but did get boring after a while. “I do stuff other than hang out with D.” For some reason, I felt the need to defend my life.

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