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Time After Time

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by Hannah McKinnon


  ‘Well, I’ve been to the Field Museum but I haven’t made it to the aquarium yet.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘Nope. Or the art one.’

  Fiona scribbled them both down. ‘Check. Been up the Sears Tower yet?’

  ‘Nope again. Told you, I’ve done bugger all.’

  ‘You’re all work and no play, you are.’ She wrote ‘Sears Tower is a must!’ on the list. ‘You should go to the history museum too, it’s well worth it.’

  ‘You’ve been?’ Hayley couldn’t imagine Fiona being interested in history. It didn’t suit her piercings and skull tattoos somehow.

  ‘Yeah, a couple of times.’ She shrugged. ‘I majored in history and I miss old stuff. Anyway, we’re playing in Kenosha in a few weeks. It’s a bit cold this time of year but the city and the beach are still worth the trip.’ She waved her fork at Hayley. ‘You could go to Woodstock.’

  ‘Woodstock? What, where they had the concert?’

  ‘No, silly. That’s hours away. I mean Woodstock where they filmed Groundhog Day. You know, with Bill Murray.’

  ‘I loved that film,’ Hayley said. ‘Imagine reliving the same day over and over until it’s perfect.’

  Fiona grinned. ‘I know, especially if you’re with some fit bloke.’ She wrote ‘Woodstock’ on the list. ‘And what about Indiana Dunes?’

  Hayley frowned. ‘Indiana Jones? As in Harrison Ford?’

  ‘Fucking hell.’ Fiona laughed. ‘You really don’t get out much. Indiana Dunes. About an hour east. It’s a park with huge sand dunes, loads of hiking. Really pretty. I’ll go with you if you like. It’s fucking gorgeous.’

  ‘Sure,’ Hayley laughed, then shook her head as she looked at Fiona. ‘History and hiking. You really are full of surprises.’

  Fiona took a swig of her beer and grinned. ‘I’m an onion, me. Full of fucking layers.’

  *

  When Ronald flew to Chicago for his quarterly meeting with the branch’s management team, he took Hayley out for sushi.

  ‘We miss you,’ he said and smiled as he picked up another edamame pod. ‘Tony asks me every week when I’m bringing the best solicitor back to London.’

  Hayley smiled. ‘I miss you all and London too, very much. Don’t get me wrong, living and working here has been great, but …’

  Ronald set down his fork. ‘Then perhaps it’s time for you to come home?’

  ‘Really?’ She grinned.

  He nodded. ‘The look on your face tells me you’re ready.’

  Hayley laughed. ‘Is it that obvious?’

  Ronald smiled and continued. ‘The team here is thriving, more than thanks to you. So, unless you have the specific desire to stay here for personal reasons, maybe?’ Hayley shook her head and he continued, ‘Then we would be ecstatic if you would move back to London. I’ll speak to Philip later today.’

  She wanted to kiss him. ‘What time-frame were you thinking of?’

  ‘Three months or so? Would that work?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘That would be fantastic.’

  Hayley spent the rest of the afternoon with a gigantic smile plastered on her face as she phoned her parents and then Ellen with the news. She was going home.

  CHAPTER 43

  2000

  Head Over Heels

  On one of her last weekends in Chicago, five months after celebrating the Millennium, Hayley and Fiona had finally decided to make the hour-long drive to Indiana Dunes. It was one of the last things on the to-do list.

  Hayley had been up for a couple of hours already when the phone rang.

  ‘I think I’ve got the fucking flu,’ Fiona said in a raspy voice. ‘Sorry Hayley, but forget about me coming with you today or Neo tonight. You know what that club’s like, it’ll do my head in.’

  ‘Oh no,’ Hayley said, putting down her mascara. ‘You concentrate on getting better. I can go to the beach on my own and actually, a quiet night in might do me some good.’

  ‘Make sure you park at Porter Beach, okay? You can walk from there.’

  ‘Porter Beach, check.’

  ‘Come and pick up the car whenever you’re ready, okay?’ She started to cough. ‘I won’t need it.’ Cough, cough. ‘I’m planning on dying in my fucking bed today.’

  An hour later Hayley drove along Interstate 90 humming to her favourite Robbie Williams album, I’ve Been Expecting You. The traffic was light and the sun shone, making Lake Michigan sparkle – a perfect day for a road trip. If Fiona had been with her it would have felt like Thelma and Louise – but without the guns and the dying at the end. She smiled.

  I’m going home in three weeks. Three weeks!

  When she arrived at Porter Beach shortly before midday, she parked Fiona’s old, beaten up but faithful Mustang and pulled her rucksack off the back seat. She planned to eat her cheese and tomato sandwiches on the beach while enjoying the adventures of Jack and Amy in Come Together, the funniest book she’d read in a long time. Her suppressed fits of giggles had earned her the bemused and curious stares of fellow commuters more than once that week alone.

  Hayley walked along the beach, her shoes scrunching on the sand as she went. The weather had been unusually warm that week, and the beach was already busy with people making sandcastles, playing badminton and chasing footballs. Some brave souls had even ventured into the sapphire-blue lake, which seemed rather keen to Hayley.

  Twenty minutes into her stroll, Hayley’s stomach rumbled loudly. She pulled a towel out of her bag, spread it on the sand and flopped down. She sighed deeply as she ate her sandwich and stuck her nose into her book, thinking that it was the perfect day to –

  ‘Watch out!’

  The warning came too late.

  Clunk. Something hard and fluorescent orange smacked her right in the middle of the forehead.

  ‘Ouch!’ Hayley’s hand shot up to her face as she looked at the offending object – a Frisbee – that had bounced off her skull and skidded into the sand a few feet away.

  ‘Oh geez.’ The guy who had attempted to warn her now stood at her feet. ‘I’m sorry! Are you okay? Let me take a look.’ He knelt down.

  Hayley looked at him, taking in his Hard Rock Café Calgary T-shirt, designer stubble and bright blue eyes.

  ‘No blood,’ he said and smiled. ‘Good. So sorry again.’ He picked up the Frisbee and chucked it back to a group of people who waved and resumed the game. ‘But you’re okay?’

  ‘I’m fine,’ Hayley mumbled.

  ‘You’re sure?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Good book?’ He gestured to the novel in her hand.

  ‘Very. One of my favourites.’

  ‘You here alone?’ He pulled a face. ‘Whoops. None of my business.’

  ‘That’s right.’

  He raised an eyebrow and Hayley laughed, then said, ‘I mean, that’s right, I’m here alone. I was supposed to come with a friend, but she’s ill.’

  ‘Sorry to hear that.’

  ‘Thanks.’ She looked at him. ‘I’m glad I came anyway. It’s stunning.’

  He turned to look at the water. ‘Isn’t it? Can you believe it’s a lake, not the ocean? I’ve only just discovered the place.’ He smiled at her. ‘You’re from England, right?’

  ‘Yes, London. I’ve been working in Chicago for almost two years. You’re not from here either?’

  ‘No.’ He shook his head and pointed to his T-shirt. ‘Born and raised in Calgary. Moved to Chicago last year. I’ve only just started exploring for real. I made a list of things to do.’ He dug around in his back pocket and held out a piece of paper. ‘Like a real tourist. Wanna see?’

  As Hayley started reading the note she chuckled.

  ‘It’s that bad?’

  ‘No, no,’ Hayley said. ‘I’ve got one that’s almost the same.’

  He smiled again. ‘I’m Rick, by the way.’ He held out his hand.

  ‘Hayley.’ She shook it and smiled back.

  ‘So …’ Rick said and scratched his head.
‘I’m here with some people from work. Those crazy Frisbee dudes.’ He pointed behind him. ‘Do you … do you want to join us? To be honest,’ he whispered, ‘I need backup.’

  Hayley blinked. For all she knew he and his friends could be crazy axe murderers.

  Yeah, and he’s a very handsome crazy axe murderer.

  He stood a bit taller than her, slim and broad-shouldered. His hair, which looked as if it had been very dark at one time, was quite grey on the sides, but Hayley thought it made him look distinguished rather than older. She guessed they were around the same age, give or take a year.

  ‘It’s okay if you don’t want to,’ he said quickly. ‘It’s just an idea.’

  Something about him made her feel safe, and the tingling she felt in her stomach felt right.

  ‘Okay,’ she answered with a grin. ‘That sounds like fun.’

  Rick quickly introduced Hayley to his friends, three guys, three girls, and Hayley tried to remember their names. Jagdish, Marjorie, Laetitia and … she found it impossible to remember the rest. They played Frisbee and soccer until Hayley’s lungs hurt so much she begged for mercy.

  ‘You said you’ve lived in Chicago for a year. What do you think?’ Hayley asked Rick as they sat on her towel, breathing in the fresh air and watching the waves on the lake.

  ‘I like it,’ Rick answered. ‘It’s been fun.’

  ‘Do you have family here?’

  He shook his head. ‘No. My mom, dad and brother are all still out West. They run a cattle ranch.’

  ‘That sounds amazing. Are you the youngest?’

  ‘Oldest by twelve years. Josh is eighteen. Apparently he was a bit of a surprise.’ He laughed. ‘So you’re here alone? No hot boyfriend or husband?’ He looked at her.

  Hayley felt a blush rising and shook her head. ‘No. I’ve been, uh, too busy. What about you?’

  He wrinkled up his nose. ‘Split up with my girlfriend before I came here.’

  ‘She didn’t want to come with you?’

  ‘The opposite, really,’ Rick said. ‘Things weren’t terrible but there was something … missing. You know?’

  She thought about Matthew and said, ‘Yes, I do know.’

  Marjorie ran over to them both. Hayley couldn’t help but notice her long blonde hair, full lips, and legs that went up to her armpits. She’d taken off her shirt and the tiny red bikini top struggled to contain her ample breasts. Her running across the sand looked like a scene from Baywatch.

  ‘Hey,’ she said to Rick, bending over to reveal even more cleavage. ‘Want to play another game?’

  Rick smiled and shook his head. ‘No, we’re good thanks, just taking a break.’

  ‘Oh,’ Marjorie looked at him with a slight pout. ‘Okay then.’ She turned and walked back to the others, her shoulders slightly hunched.

  ‘Go if you like,’ Hayley said, preparing for him to jump off and dash after the perfect American Girl.

  Rick looked at her. ‘I don’t like. I’m perfectly happy right here. With you.’

  Hayley smiled and stopped herself from punching the air with her fist. Instead she tilted her head up towards the sun, letting it warm her face.

  ‘So what do you do in Chicago then?’ she said, trying to play it cool. ‘You said you work in I.T.?’

  ‘Yep. For Chase Bank. Worked for the Royal Bank in Calgary but there was an opportunity for me here I couldn’t turn down.’

  ‘Do you get homesick?’

  ‘Sometimes. You?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘I miss my folks and my brother most,’ Rick said. ‘But it was a good career move.’

  ‘Is it your calling then? Get it? I.T.?’ Hayley groaned at herself.

  ‘Uhhh! It’s okay, I guess. It’s what I do. Stop, we could go on for days. Anyway, eventually I’d like to open my own web-design company.’ He lay back in the sand with his arms crossed behind his head. Hayley followed suit, surprised at how intimate and yet comfortable it felt. Their elbows touched but neither of them moved away.

  ‘So how about you?’ he asked, his eyes closed. ‘Don’t tell me – you’re a stand-up comedian as well as a solicitor?’ He turned towards her. ‘That’s a lawyer, right?’

  Hayley smiled. ‘Yes, right. And there’s no stand-up, don’t worry. My boss in London transferred me here to help build up the office. But I’m going back at the end of the month.’

  ‘To London?’ He held up a hand to block out the sun and squinted at her.

  ‘Uh-huh.’

  ‘For good?’

  ‘Yes.’ Nothing but the truth. She’d learned her lesson.

  ‘End of the month, huh?’ He sat up. ‘Well … then I guess we’d better make these next few weeks memorable ones.’

  *

  ‘Hi, gorgeous,’ Rick said when he called her the next morning. ‘Want to spend the day with me?’

  Hayley grinned. She couldn’t wait to see him again. As they’d walked back to their cars at Porter Beach the evening before, his friends – even Marjorie – discreetly stayed back to give them some space. Rick and Hayley exchanged phone numbers.

  ‘Thank you for a perfect day,’ he’d said and then kissed her, ever so softly, on the lips.

  As Hayley drove back to Chicago, her mouth had tingled and she’d let her mind wander.

  He’s amazing. And Hayley Cooper sounds nice … Stop it. You’re being ridiculous.

  ‘Hayley?’ Rick’s voice pulled her back to reality.

  ‘Spend the day with you?’ Hayley said into the phone. ‘Absolutely. Where to, Captain?’

  Rick laughed. ‘Captain? Okay. Well, how about going on the Hop On-Hop Off bus around the city? What do you think?’

  ‘Brilliant idea,’ she said. ‘Where shall we start?’

  ‘Navy Pier. I’ll get the tickets. Meet you there in an hour.’

  The bus took them all around the city and Rick grabbed her hand as they got off again at the lakefront. ‘Let’s go on a boat,’ he said. ‘There aren’t any lakes this size in Calgary.’

  They had dinner at the Hard Rock Café where Rick bought another T-shirt.

  ‘To add to my collection,’ he said.

  Afterwards, Hayley invited him back to her flat.

  ‘Are you sure?’ Rick said when they were in front of her door.

  She kissed him softly. ‘I’m leaving soon. I don’t want to wait.’

  Inside, they lay on her bed and he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered and pulled her close for a kiss. ‘I couldn’t take my eyes off you when I first saw you on the beach yesterday. I still can’t.’

  She shivered deliciously as he unhooked her bra, then she reached for the switch to turn her bedside table lamp back on. ‘You don’t have to.’

  ‘You’re killing me,’ he said and kissed her again, more deeply and urgently this time.

  As his mouth made its way down her stomach, she closed her eyes, immersed in the pleasurable sensation between her legs. It didn’t take her long to climax hard and in multiple waves. When he slid inside her, she gasped and pulled him towards her, thinking that she never wanted to let him go.

  *

  Hayley tried really, really hard not to fall in love with him. She kept telling herself that nothing could ever come from it, that it was doomed, that long-distance relationships always fail. But she couldn’t help it. There was the passion she’d had for Chris, the infatuation she’d felt for Ian, the companionship she’d had with Matthew and the endless conversations she’d enjoyed with Sean – all combined and rolled into one perfect person – Rick.

  They spent evenings at The Red Lion with Fiona – who told Hayley that Rick was ‘fucking brilliant’ – or walked through the city, discovering the different neighbourhoods. During their final weekends they went to the aquarium, which Rick hadn’t yet been to, and Lincoln Park Zoo.

  The last three weeks in Chicago went by in a blur, despite Hayley desperately wishing for time to slow down. And now her bags were packed, she’d said
goodbye to Fiona, Philip and her colleagues, and stood at O’Hare International Airport with tears streaming down her face.

  ‘Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,’ Rick said as he wiped her cheeks with his fingers. ‘Promise you’ll call when you get there?’

  She noticed the tremble in his voice and she nodded. ‘I don’t want to leave.’

  He pulled her back against his chest. ‘I’m going to miss you so much.’

  ‘We’ll talk on the phone,’ Hayley said as she swallowed the lump in her throat and wrapped her arms around him. ‘And chat on ICQ. And we’ll make plans for Christmas? Okay?’

  He hugged her more tightly and she heard him sigh.

  ‘I’m sorry, Miss,’ the United Airlines rep called over. ‘We need you to board now.’

  As Hayley walked through the gate and waved at Rick, she felt her heart tear clean down the middle, and only one half of it was England bound.

  CHAPTER 44

  One Way Ticket

  Before she opened her eyes, Hayley smiled. She had to be back home, in bed with Rick, and she couldn’t wait to see him. She rolled over and reached for him. But the other side of the bed was empty.

  Eyes open, she sat up and it took her a few seconds to realise she wasn’t back home, at least not in the home she shared with Rick in Chiswick.

  Where am I? What …? Hang on – it’s my flat in Hammersmith.

  There was no mistaking it, the décor had hardly changed. She stumbled out of bed, looking around, barely registering her turquoise silk pyjamas. Her heart started to pound and she sat back down on the bed to stop herself from falling.

  No, no, no, no, no. This isn’t where I’m supposed to wake up!

  She wiped a clammy hand over her face and as her breathing became more rapid, she tried to calm herself by taking a few deep breaths. It didn’t help, her heart continued to pound and she still felt dizzy.

  There must be an explanation. There wasn’t anybody significant after Sean. Only Rick.

  A shiver crept down her spine.

  Then what am I doing in my old flat?

  Hayley wondered if she’d gone back in time and almost laughed out loud.

 

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