by Megan Hart
“Yeah. They told me he’d been invited.”
Wendy’s mouth twisted. “And you went anyway?”
“It was their anniversary party. It’s been years. I figured it would be okay.”
“And? Was it?”
“We … um …” Alice coughed. “We’re … um …”
“Oh, my God,” Wendy said, sitting up in bed fast enough to wince and fall back on the pillows with a groan. “You and Mick?”
“Hey, take it easy. You don’t want to set it off again. You need another pill?” Alice opened the bedside drawer to look for the medicine bottle, but Wendy waved her away.
“I’ll be fine. It’s fading, thank God. But you and Mick. I, wow. Can’t believe it. That guy broke you, Alice. I mean, really broke you.” Wendy paused. “Sorry, but it’s the truth.”
“I know. Believe me, I remember.”
Wendy’s eyes widened a little. “How did this even happen? I mean at the party, sure, but then … ?”
“He showed up at my house.”
“Oh.” Wendy paused. “He likes to do that, huh? That’s only a little creepy.”
Alice burst into laughter. “Stop!”
“I’m just saying.” Wendy grinned.
“He said he wanted me more than he’s ever wanted any woman. Ever.”
Wendy didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Wow. That’s something, huh?”
“It’s dick feelings,” Alice said flatly. “Dick feelings don’t count.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I went there for the weekend. He was there. The second I saw him, it was like I’d been in a dark room and someone came in and turned on all the lights.” Alice blinked rapidly, remembering. “Only it didn’t hurt my eyes. It just made me able to see everything that had been in shadows before.”
“Oh, shit,” Wendy said softly.
“Yeah. So. For now I’m just seeing what happens. I mean, people don’t change, do they?”
“Sure they do. All the time.” Wendy patted Alice’s hand.
“I don’t feel like I have.”
Wendy made a face, gingerly, as though it hurt. “Has he? That might be the important question.”
“He’s trying hard to act like he has.”
“Well,” Wendy said. “There’s that.”
Alice’s phone chirped from her pocket and she slid it out, anticipating a text from Mick. It was Bill. She swiped the screen to see the message, laughed a little, and typed out a quick reply. When she looked up, Wendy was staring.
“Was that him?”
“No, that was some other guy. Bill. I met him a few weeks ago. He keeps texting me,” Alice said.
“Are you seeing him?”
“I’ve seen him,” Alice said. “A couple of times. Not recently. Not since Mick. But I don’t have to stop talking to Bill just because Mick suddenly decided he made a huge mistake and wants me back,” Alice said.
“You don’t have to explain that to me.” Wendy reached for the glass of water on the nightstand and sipped it. “Nothing wrong with keeping your options open.”
“It’s not … I’m not …” Alice shut up. There was no point in lying to her sister, even if she’d been lying to herself. “I like Bill.”
“That’s okay.”
Alice shook her head. “No. I mean, yes, it’s okay to like him. He’s nice. He makes me laugh.”
“But he’s no Mick.”
“He also didn’t roll over my heart in an eighteen wheeler, then put it in reverse so he could back up and roll over it again,” Alice said darkly.
Wendy smiled. “He could, though. Right?”
“Anyone could. But Mick already did.” Alice frowned.
“So … tell me again why you’re seeing Mick?”
Alice sighed and fell back on the bed with a groan. “You know why.”
Wendy started to giggle. “Mick has the magic peen!”
Alice frowned, but there was no denying it. Mick McManus had a cock made of magic, and she couldn’t get enough of it. The question was, would that be enough?
* * *
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Ewan.
Ewan who?
Nobody. It’s just me.
—Alice to Mick
* * *
“So, did it work?”
Mick turned away from the coffeepot, then grinned when he saw Jay. Mick clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, man. I didn’t know you were coming to the office first. Yeah, yeah! It worked. I went to her house, did the whole grand gesture thing. It absolutely worked. Thanks.”
Jay looked thoughtful, but shrugged. “Good.”
“What?”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all. I mean, it’s great, don’t get me wrong. I’m glad.” Jay grabbed a mug and held it out. “Can I get one of those?”
Mick filled both mugs. “Why are you surprised? You’re the one who told me what to do.”
“I did. I just didn’t think it would actually work.” Jay sipped and grimaced. “The coffee here is shit, you know that? You want to grab something on the way to the site?”
Mick wasn’t going to argue with that. He dumped his mug and headed for his office, Jay following. “Yeah. Let me grab my stuff. You want to drive together?”
“Sure. I’ve got some plans later back this direction. That’s why I stopped in here first. You want to go in my car?”
“Nah, I got it.” Mick stopped to grab his keys, then took another minute to hop on his computer and check to see if Alice had answered his instant message. She’d been sending him goofy knock-knock jokes all morning. The punchline to this one made him laugh under his breath. He typed out a quick response, then waited for the little pencil icon to show up in the box to alert him that Alice was typing a reply. She wasn’t, so he shut down his computer and looked at Jay. “Ready?”
Some onsites were simple fixes. Swoop in like a superhero, take care of the issues, clean up the mess. Some, like this one, were an insane pain in the ass. Because Mick worked on the tech side and Jay on the management side, it took both of them almost the entire day to get the situation in this branch back on track, and only then because Mick was able to call in a last-minute order for some new conference room equipment the branch manager insisted he’d requested a month before and needed for the client meeting next week.
“You earned your bonus,” Jay told him when they’d finally put everything back on track for this branch’s reopening and were heading back to Mick’s office. “Hey, you want to grab a drink? I’ve got some time to kill before my date.”
Mick, feeling accomplished about the day’s work, had been tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. Now he gave Jay a sideways look. “Date, huh?”
“Yeah. New guy.”
Mick wasn’t one to get in anyone’s business, but this startled him. “What happened with Paul? I thought you two were back together.”
Jay was silent for a minute. Mick concentrated on driving. Jay would talk when he was ready.
“Ten years is a long time to let someone treat you like shit, over and over,” Jay said finally. Stiffly. Like the words hurt coming out. “I got tired of being treated like shit.”
“I don’t blame you, man.”
Jay made a disgusted sound. “Anyway, let him do what he wants, with whoever he wants. I’m done.”
They went to a sports bar near Mick’s office. Jay’s date was meeting him there and would give him a ride back to his car later. They settled into a booth, ordered some drinks and food. While Jay answered a message from his date, Mick checked his phone.
Nothing from Alice.
He sent her a message anyway, just a quick forward of a funny picture he’d gleaned from his newsfeed. It was in the spirit of the knock-knock jokes from earlier that day. She replied with a laughing emoticon, and before he had time to say more, Jay had put away his phone, and the drinks had arrived.
&n
bsp; They talked about work for a few minutes before the conversation turned to the next weekend at Bernie and Cookie’s house. They’d planned their traditional big Fourth of July party. Mick hadn’t talked to Alice yet about going, but Jay wasn’t sure he was going to make it.
“Paul got invited too, of course,” he explained. “And it’s too late to tell Bernie not to invite him, which I wouldn’t do anyway, because that would make me the asshole. It would never occur to Paul that Bernie was my friend first, or that he should stay the hell home because we broke up, which is just going to make everything super awkward and not only because of the rooming arrangements.” Jay stabbed a fork into the small plastic cup of guacamole that had come on the side of his quesadilla.
Mick knew how that had felt, but he’d also declined years of invitations from Bernie upon the assumption Alice would be there and had only too late learned she’d been doing the same. “You guys were broken up the last time you were there.”
“So were you and Alice. Something must’ve been in the water that weekend,” Jay said sourly, then gave Mick an apologetic look. “Sorry. I’m sure it’s all cool with you and Alice.”
Mick dunked a celery stick into the bleu cheese and crunched loudly. “Let’s just say yeah, it’s all really cool. Kind of hard to believe. But cool. Hey, want me to tell him to fuck off, make sure he doesn’t go to Bernie’s?”
“Who, Paul?” Jay looked surprised.
“Yeah.” Mick grabbed another hot wing. “I don’t care. I’ll tell him to keep his punk ass home.”
Jay laughed and shook his head. “Wow. Thanks. But nah, it’s fine. I might have plans for the Fourth anyway with this new guy, and as much as I love the lake house parties, I’m not about to bring around another person there until I’m sure. You know. That it’s going to work out.”
“I haven’t talked to Alice about going.” Mick thought a moment. “Maybe she wants to go someplace else, too.”
Jay looked thoughtful. “You haven’t said anything at all?”
“Nope. But maybe we’ll go someplace romantic. Or something.” Mick grinned.
“Yeah … but …” Jay’s phone rang, interrupting him. He held up a finger to Mick while he took the call.
Mick pulled out his own phone, typing a message to Alice. What are you up to?
Her reply didn’t come right away, but Jay was trying to give directions over the phone, so Mick had nothing to do but wait. After a few minutes, Alice’s answer came in the form of a picture message—a platter of spaghetti and a glass of wine. No text or explanation. Just a picture. Mick took a shot of his beer and sent that off just as Jay disconnected.
“Sorry about that. He’s lost. He’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
“I’ll get out of here, then. Leave you some privacy.” Mick waggled his eyebrows until Jay laughed.
Jay held up his bottle. “Hey, thanks for coming out with me. And about Alice …”
“I know, I know, man. You’ll kick my ass.”
Jay looked solemn. “I was going to say I hope it works out for you.”
“It’s going to this time.” Mick clinked the bottle against Jay’s. “I know it.”
By the time Mick was ready to leave, Alice had replied to his text, so he called her on the way home. “Hey, gorgeous.”
She sounded sleepy. “Hi. What’s up?”
“Heading home. Had a drink with Jay after work. He was waiting for a date. Are you in bed already?”
“Oh, really?” There was a soft shuffling. He imagined her turning in the sheets. “Yeah. I was reading in bed, guess I fell asleep. What time is it?”
“A little after nine. I’ll let you go.”
Alice laughed gently. “No, no, don’t do that. Talk to me.”
He had another twenty minutes’ drive. So he talked. He had her giggling over some silly story when he pulled into his driveway. He cut the ignition but left the radio on so he could keep talking using his phone’s Bluetooth connection.
“So, what are you wearing?” He pitched his voice low and sexy. Or at least tried to.
Alice sounded amused. “Pajamas.”
“What kind?”
“Silky bottoms with a cotton top.” She paused. “Too bad you can’t come over and see them on my bedroom floor.”
His pulse quickened at the thought. “Damn.”
“Yep.” She laughed again, low and sweet.
He looked at the clock. It was nearly ten. Even if he backed out of the driveway without packing a bag and headed for her place, he wouldn’t get there until nearly midnight. They’d both agreed to keep weekly dates short, for both their sakes, but damn if he wasn’t tempted to get to her anyway.
“You’re still coming here right after work on Friday, right?” he asked.
“Yep. I thought on Saturday we could go to the farmers’ market in Lancaster. It’s a bit of a drive, but worth it. We could spend the day? They have the most amazing pie place there. And a flea market. I’ll buy you a whoopie pie.”
“Sure, we’ll see how we feel. Hey, listen, my radio’s about to shut off so I’m going to lose you. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”
“Okay, but—” Alice said.
Too late, his radio clicked off, cutting the call. Mick gathered his phone and bag, the mail, a bunch of garbage from the past few days, and juggling all of it, went inside. A text came through while he was tossing some laundry in the washer. Then he forgot his phone on the kitchen counter while he took a bunch of towels out of the drier and carried them upstairs to fold. By the time he checked it, another forty minutes had passed.
It was from Alice, and made him smile. GNM.
GNA, he typed, but she must’ve gone to sleep because she didn’t reply.
* * *
Open the envelope, it’s a surprise!
—Mick to Alice
* * *
They never made it to the farmers’ market. Alice’s plans for Amish quilts and fattening pastries had been circumvented by Mick surprising her with tickets to a concert. He’d looked so pleased with himself when he handed her the envelope containing the tickets he’d printed that she couldn’t even be mad. Okay, so it wasn’t a trip to horse-and-buggy country, but it was still going to be a good time. Did it matter what they did, she told herself, so long as they were doing it together?
Besides, the Lion’s Head had always been one of Alice’s favorite places to see live music. The venue was touted as “intimate,” which translated into small. A stage, front and center. Bars on either side. A balcony above. She’d been to barely attended acoustic performances and also shows so crowded it had been almost impossible to move. Tonight’s show, a hard rock Irish band called the Dirty Dubliners, promised to be one of the latter, but that kind of added to the fun.
“I’ve never seen them live,” she confessed to Mick as they waited in line to get in. “But their last album was amazing.”
“I knew you’d love it. Glad I got that announcement about the show last night.”
Inside, she directed him to the side farthest from the stage. The bar back there generally had much shorter lines and less of a crowd, with a decent view of the stage. It was closer to the bathroom, too, always a plus when in a crowd.
“You don’t want to be front row?” Mick asked as they wove their way through the audience, her hand in his, leading him.
“I’m too old to be in the front row of a crowd like this.” Alice laughed. Her fingers curled in his. It was a good excuse to hold his hand, and she didn’t let it drop even when they got to a clear spot on the floor.
Mick pulled her close for a second. “You don’t want to be in the mosh pit, huh?”
“No.” She let him nuzzle her. “Hell, no.”
Mick laughed. “You want a drink?”
“Absolutely. Jameson and ginger ale.” Grinning, she watched his brows raise. “Hey, we’re here to see the Dirty Dubliners, gotta go Irish.”
Under cover of the shadows and the massive number of other people, Mick
took her hand and pressed it briefly to his crotch. “You need some Irish? I got some for you, right here.”
It was funny and dirty and kind of trashy, but oh so sexy just the same. It made her forget all about how she’d wanted to look at quilts and cornfields this weekend, how irritated she’d been that he’d once again switched up the plans without asking her first. His hand covered hers, moving it over the bulge of his denim-covered cock. The heat in his gaze sparked her own; Alice pressed her body to his and lifted her mouth for a kiss.
“Let me get that drink,” Mick said a few breaths later, when the jostling crowd made it awkward for them to make out.
They’d need to find a quieter place for that.
Alice staked out their spot while Mick got the drinks. Her Jameson and ginger was tingly and warm and tasty, though not as delicious as Mick’s kiss. She’d found a place near a pillar so he could lean against it. He pulled her back against him, one hand hooked into her belt loop to rock her ass against his crotch.
Bill would never have come to see this band with her, Alice thought as the crowd roared and cheered at the opening band’s first notes. He would never even have known how much she loved the Dirty Dubliners. Mick, on the other hand, had been the one to first introduce her to the band way back when the band was selling CDs out of the back of their van. She had one of those CDs, signed by the original members. Years had passed and she still listened to it.
Alice let her body mold to Mick’s as they moved to the beat. There was nobody else she wanted to be with, and that thought sent competing shivers of heat and cold all through her, peaking her nipples and sending a flush up her throat to her cheeks and making her grateful for the darkness that hid them. Mick rolled his hips, and Alice lost herself in feeling him against her. It didn’t matter the beat of the song, fast or slow, they moved together in perfect sync the way they always did.
When he slid a hand along the back of her skull to twist his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, Alice closed her eyes. This, this, oh this, she thought as Mick’s breath caressed her cheek. His lips found her ear. His tongue flicked. She pushed herself back against him.
“You know my fantasy,” he said into her ear. “About a dark hallway in a club …”
