No Strings Attached (The Escort #1) (18 page)

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Secondhand Heart
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Secondhand Heart

Bree Was My Best Friend
, but she couldn’t keep a secret for shit. That’s how I knew that my sister Evelyn’s surprise plans for my twenty-first birthday couldn’t have been that exciting. Bree hadn’t slipped at all. And she loved gossip. Any time I had news I didn’t want to share with the world, I simply didn’t tell her.

“What did you do last night?” Ev laughed at me when I rolled down the stairs at the crack of noon. Her skin was glowing, probably from sunrise yoga or something. I still had sleep crumbs in my eyes. “Did you have a date?”

“Shh.” Perfect example. I let Bree sign me up for an online dating site a few weeks ago, and of course, she told Ev. I got way more hits than I expected, and certainly more than I wanted. Turns out older dudes are really into chubby chicks. Some of them I talked to, because I didn’t want to look like an asshole, but I always blew them off before we could actually go out. “I didn’t go anywhere. I watched baseball with Dad and drank a six pack of blueberry beer.”

I didn’t have to tell her that I spent the night missing Jordan, my husband. She knew. He’d been killed in the line of duty a year ago in Afghanistan. That roadside bomb took everything from me. His dog tags clanked against the counter as I made my coffee. I never took them off.

“Oooh. Bunker Hill?” Ev asked and I nodded. “I love that stuff. But it’s got a higher alcohol content than the swill Dad likes to drink, so it will kick your ass if you’re not careful. No wonder you look like hell. I figured you’d be out partying it up.”

“Thanks a lot.” I ran my finger under my eyes, not remembering if I washed off my makeup last night. I’m sure I’d cried it all off, anyway. I needed grease to kill this hangover. I pulled out the frying pan and cracked some eggs.

“We have a birthday cake shake, Daisy,” my mom almost sang as she danced around me making my eggs and toast. Now that Mom worked for Lifedrinks, a weight loss shake that among other things, promised world peace, she judged everything I put in my mouth. “All you need is skim milk, chocolate pudding mix—“

I couldn’t take this shit before my coffee. “Why would I want that when I can have real birthday cake for my birthday?” Wait a minute. “In what universe is pudding better for you than eggs?”

I didn’t have to turn away from the frying pan to know that my mother was sputtering. Ev giggled. I’d asked her something that wasn’t covered in the sales brochure. “It’s about feeling satisfied. And in control.”

“Ma, stop it. It’s Daisy’s birthday weekend.” Ev shook her head. Mom’s sales pitches had been making us bristle for years. She’d run the gamut of home party products, including sex toys, which I’d discovered, much to my horror, when I moved back home. I hoped she didn’t hear Ev ask me about having a date. I didn’t need her butting her nose into that. Or making suggestions.

Shake in hand, Mom left the house in her nuclear green spandex pants without saying another word.

“What’s with the glasses?” I motioned towards Ev’s face.

“Oh! Aren’t they great?” Ev pushed the glasses up on her nose. “One of my clients made them. She uses recycled water bottles for the frames.” Ev was a publicist for independent artists. Unfortunately, most of them didn’t make much money, so Ev often swapped her time for product.

I brought my breakfast over to the table, and Ev joined me
.
“They’re fabulous.” I lied, not asking her if there was a prescription. I knew she could see just fine. They were way too big for her face, and after this weekend, I’d probably never see her wear them again. “Stop changing the subject and tell me what we’re doing.”

“You asked about my glasses!” She whacked me. “So mom and I went to the farmer’s market this morning on the way home from the commuter rail, and---“

“If this has to do with organic radishes, I may never talk to you again.”

“Let me finish! I made an awesome salad with all organic veggies while I was waiting for you to get your ass out of bed,” she giggled when I rolled my eyes. “You better eat some of it. And Dad wants to barbeque tonight.”

“You’re just going to eat salad? Sucks to be you.”

Evelyn only loved animals, she did
n’
t eat them or wear them. I loved them too, and I admired her conviction. But damn, I loved hamburgers, especially from the grill. With pepper jack cheese. And tomato. “We picked up some veggie burgers.”

“This is all good, but Dad barbeques like three times a week. What are we doing tonight?” The suspense was killing me. What could it be? I hung on to hope that it would make me feel better. Everyone tried so hard, and I couldn’t tell them their efforts just made me miss Jordan more.

“We’ll barbeque first. Bree’s going to come over with the kids so mom can watch them.” Ev continued. That was the other reason I knew Ev’s plans couldn’t have been so great. Any time Bree got out of the house without a diaper bag on her shoulder was monumental. She would’ve spoiled the surprise on account of that alone. “Do you remember Cam Hunter?”

“How could I not? Is he going to jump out of my birthday cake?” Before Ev became Evelyn, the hipster determined to save the world one recyclable at a time, she was Evey, an aspiring country singer. And she was damn good. When she was a senior in high school, she tried out for The Spotlight, a talent competition. She made it all the way to the television part, but nerves got the best of her when the show went live and she flubbed the lyrics in
one of the early rounds. I still think she would have won if that didn’t happen. Cam Hunter was also on The Spotlight that season, but his nerves were just fine. He won the whole thing.

“Kind of. Did you hear about the bar he’s opening?” Ev bounced up and down in her seat with excitement. Obviously she still had a giant crush on him. I’d tease her about it later, but right now, I wanted to know what his bar had to do with my birthday.

“Oh yeah, I think I did.” Cam was from around here, too. Bridgewater, about a half an hour away. It had been really unusual that The Spotlight had two country singers from Massachusetts that season. Because he was local, and Ev had it bad for him, I’d sort of paid attention to his career, but he’d fallen off my radar lately, along with pretty much everything else.

“Guess who’s handling the press for the bar? We’re going to the grand opening!” Ev’s face fell when I didn’t share her excitement. I wasn’t into country music and I really wanted my surprise not to be one of her work things. “It’s invitation only, red carpet and everything.”

That did sound cool. Maybe a little too cool for me. “What the hell am I going to wear?”

“It’s not formal like the Oscars or anything, just wear something cute that you’d wear out.”

Ev was either in denial or oblivious about how much weight I’d gained since Jordan died. Or how much I hadn’t been out since then. “I don’t have any cute clothes.”

“Jeans and a top. You have jeans and a top,” Ev insisted. “Do you want go shopping?”

I wasn’t
that
concerned about it
.“
Hell no. This is a beach day. And all the kids have already worn out their parents. W
e’
ll have the place to ourselves
.
” I prayed Ev had
brought her suit. She’d know I’d want some sun time.

“It’s like you planned it this way.” Ev pulled over the strap of her tank top, revealing her bikini underneath. I didn’t correct her. Sleeping until noon and nursing a hangover was a perfectly sound life plan. Plus it gave her a chance to do all those adult things I wanted nothing to do with before I woke up, and then spend the afternoon at the beach with me.

**

“I can’t believe I got burned!” Ev kept poking at her skin, leaving white finger marks on her arm. The carpet wasn’t going to be the only thing that was red tonight. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know. I had my eyes closed.” I felt bad, I knew the opening party was a big deal for her.

“Sleeping.”

“No.” Maybe a little. “Not really. But there was no way that organic sunscreen even had a chance.” She freaked me out not too long ago about deodorant, how bad it was to have all that stuff so close to your lymph nodes, so I’d tried the natural brand. I smelled like a dirty hockey player for a week, then I gave up and went back to my regular stuff. Life is short, and chemicals serve a purpose.

“I didn’t want to put all that crap on my skin.” She rubbed aloe into her arms, then leaned in close to the mirror, poking at her chest and frowning.

“No one will even know,” I insisted. “It’s going to be dark in there, and you look adorable. You’ll probably start a trend.”

**

My mom looked sorry she said she’d babysit as soon as Bree showed up.

“Guys, guys, watch what you’re doing!” I chased after Landon and Lucas as they ran around the backyard, so dangerously close to the grill I thought my dad might have a heart attack. Sandy, our golden retriever, chased all of us, barking like a lunatic.

“I’m so excited about tonight!” Bree considered herself off duty with my mom there, and had already cracked open a beer. Meanwhile, I’d broken out in a sweat and thanked God and science for my killer deodorant. “Do you think there will be a lot of celebrities there?”

“Maybe.” I hadn’t thought of that. I’d never met anyone famous, unless you counted some local politicians that had come to Jordan’s funeral. “It’s Plymouth, so we kind of need to manage our expectations. But Cam will be there.”

Bree fanned herself, and then got tackled by Landon. “He’s so hot. He just got divorced, you know.”

Ah. Ev’s plan just got that much more transparent. “I didn’t. Did you hear that, Ev? Your boy’s back on the market.”

Ev pursed her lips together, and looked really uncomfortable. Not just because of the sunburn. “I’m sure Roger wouldn’t appreciate that.”

Roger was Ev’s boyfriend, one of her artist clients, and if you asked me, kind of a douche. His medium was concrete. Concrete wasn’t art. Concrete was sidewalks. How could anyone be passionate about concrete, unless they were on payroll for the Department of Public Works? The longer they were together, the more she became like him, making me hate him that much more. He’d turn them both to stone. I wondered if Ev talked about Cam in front of him. She never giggled like some love sick teenager over Roger.

“You look awesome, Daisy.” It was well documented how I felt about Roger, and Bree was smart enough to change the subject.

“Thanks.” I actually felt pretty good tonight. I wore a black peasant shirt with teal trimmed cut outs, and a jean skirt. Somehow, my hair was actually doing that beachy wave thing after spending the afternoon playing in the surf. I’d actually made it to adulthood with my blonde hair, and the bleached out streaks were a bonus of my frequent trips to the beach. I’d been working on my tan all summer, and my blue eyes jumped out of my face when I put on a little mascara.

“See what happens when you put in a little effort?” My mother had to ruin it, didn’t she?

“Really, Ma?” Ev came out to the yard with her awesome salad. “Landon, do you like cucumbers?”

“Nooooo!” Vegetables are proven to be the fastest way to make a four-year-old disappear. My dad brought the burgers to the table, with Ev’s veggie burgers on their own plate. The juices couldn’t mingle. My mom tried to hide her sulk behind her giant shake container and eyed me when I reached for a second burger.

I knew moving back home was going to be hard. But I needed my parents after Jordan died, and I didn’t have anywhere else to go. The military came and packed up all evidence that Jordan had actually existed and brought it to my parents’ house, where it was now stacked neatly in the basement along with my mom’s forgotten former favorite products. Sure, my mom drove me nuts, but I kept reminding myself this was only temporary.

Some nights, when I lay awake in my childhood bed, jolted from sleep by a dream that Jordan was still alive, I could believe that’s what he always was, a dream. Someone I could only ever visit in my sleep, someone who’d always be the same, waiting for me. But every time I went to the store, the post office, out to walk the dog, everyone from my past, now my present, was there to smack me in the face with reality. They wanted to tell me how sorry they were, and to thank me for Jordan’s service. Thank me? I didn’t do anything. I just lived in military housing and helped organize a roller derby team for the base wives. He made the sacrifice.

I didn’t want everyone to treat me differently because of his death. I desperately wanted my life to get back to normal. I kept saying that, but I did
n’
t know what normal was anymore. I didn’t know how to move forward without holding on to Jordan. And no one could figure out how to do it but me.

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