by Elia Winters
Megan Harris had hopes of seeing the world, but at twenty-five she’s never even left Florida. Now a wedding invitation lures her to Quebec…in February. When her ex-friend Scarlett offers to be her plus-one (yeah, that’s a whole story) and suggests they turn the journey into an epic road trip, Megan reluctantly agrees to the biggest adventure of her life.
A week together in a car is a surefire way to kill a crush, and Scarlett Andrews has had a big one on Megan for years. The important thing is fixing their friendship.
As the miles roll away, what starts as harmless road-trip games and rest-stop dares escalates into something like intimacy. And when a surprise snowstorm forces Megan and Scarlett to hunker down without the open road as distraction, they’ve got a bigger challenge than making it to the church on time: facing the true nature of their feelings for each other.
Also available from Elia Winters
and Carina Press
Purely Professional
Also available from Elia Winters
Playing Knotty
The Comes in Threes series
Three-Way Split
Just Past Two
Three for All
The Slices of Pi series
Even Odds
Tied Score
Single Player
Hairpin Curves
Elia Winters
For everyone who spent their quarantine days wishing desperately for a road trip.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from Just Like That by Cole McCade
Chapter One
Megan Harris checked the industrial-style clock on the wall, adjusted her glasses, and checked again. How was closing time still an hour away? She could count on two hands the number of tables she’d served since the diner had opened at six. After trying to avoid the clock since her midmorning break, she’d finally caved—and it was barely one. Well, damn. She adjusted her headband, washed her hands, and left the back room to greet the probably-empty diner with a cheerfully insincere smile.
Instead of an empty diner, though, a familiar face looked up from one of the oversized menus, light brown curls pulled up in a pair of retro Princess Leia buns. Scarlett Andrews caught Megan’s gaze, her expression turning cautious. Their entire history flashed through Megan’s mind all at once: childhood best friends, competitive but loving all through high school, their whole story coming to a swift end when Scarlett bailed on Megan right before college and left her scrambling to find another roommate at the last minute. They hadn’t spoken since. Of course, Megan had seen her around now and then, because in a town like Crystal River, you always saw people around. But they hadn’t been face-to-face like this. And they certainly hadn’t spoken.
Scarlett gave her a closed-mouth smile, no teeth showing, the smile that indicated she was not really happy. “I hoped I might find you here.”
Megan leaned against the edge of the booth and folded her arms. She would ignore the little skip in her heart at the idea of Scarlett hoping to see her. That time had passed. “You want breakfast? Or lunch?”
Scarlett licked her lips and opened her mouth to talk, but then hesitated. It was so rare to see Scarlett look hesitant about anything; she had always been a bundle of confidence when Megan knew her well. Funny how a moment’s conversation would take her right back to their friendship, back before everything fell apart, back when Scarlett was the person whose approval Megan craved most desperately. “I was hoping to talk to you, actually. You got a minute?”
Megan glanced over toward the open kitchen, where Winston was whistling while scraping the flat-top grill, his cloud of white hair tucked under a hairnet.
“Come on. There’s literally no one here.” Scarlett gestured around. “Whose table are you gonna wait?”
Megan slid into the booth, her back to Winston. “Tell me if he starts looking grumpy.”
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. “Winston never gets grumpy. Even I remember that.”
“Yeah, well, it’s changed a little since you worked here with me.”
Scarlett glanced around. “Hasn’t changed that much.”
Before Megan could respond, Scarlett folded her hands on the table, all business, the menu still lying open in front of her. “So, I assume you checked your email today.”
Megan shook her head. “A couple of days ago maybe.”
“Don’t you have it on your phone?”
“Yeah, but I don’t check it much. It’s mostly spam and mailing lists.”
Scarlett’s lip twisted. “You know, you can unsubscribe from those.”
Really? They weren’t even friends and she was going to give Megan organizational advice? “Thanks. I never thought of that.” Megan flushed in annoyance. “Why should I check my email?”
“We got an email from Juliet last night.”
“Juliet... Letourneaux?” Megan hadn’t heard that name in years. The three of them were best friends as kids, back before Juliet moved away to Quebec halfway through high school. “She emailed both of us?”
“Yeah. She wanted to know if we could get online tonight for a video chat.” Scarlett shrugged. “I don’t know what she wants. The email was vague.”
Megan tried to remember her last communications with Juliet, back in senior year, slowly trailing off over time. “Does she...does she know you and I don’t really talk anymore?”
There it was, on the table where they both had to acknowledge it. Megan hated confronting stuff, but some stuff had to be confronted.
“She must not. Otherwise she wouldn’t write to both of us on one email.” Scarlett looked like she wanted to say more, but didn’t. She sat back instead.
“Okay.” Megan had no idea why Scarlett was even asking her about this. “So that’s it? You wanted to know if I knew what the email was about?”
“I didn’t want you to miss the video call. It must be something important.” Scarlett’s lightly tanned skin turned pinker, a few freckles standing out on her cheeks with the blush.
Megan waited for something else, but Scarlett didn’t say much. She just looked across the table at Megan in a way that made Megan feel weird and scrutinized and judged, and she didn’t like it. Before Megan could slide out of the booth, though, Scarlett moved like she wanted to put a hand over Megan’s. It was a weird, stilted gesture, that ended with Scarlett putting one hand over her other hand instead. “How have you been? Work treating you well?”
“Sure.” Megan answered in a knee-jerk positive way, like she always did, but then found herself giving more info without planning to. “Another of the servers quit right after Christmas, so I’ve been taking his shifts, and Winston and Martha haven’t made any moves to replace him. So it’s been busy.” She’d been meaning to ask them about that, but it never seemed like a good time. Scarlett might say that Winston was incapable of looking grumpy, but lately, Megan had been frequently seeing him poring over papers at his desk with a contemplative frown, or talking quietly to his wife Martha in the back room when Megan was busy waiting tables or covering the grill.
“Right.” Scarl
ett nodded. “Sounds busy.”
“I’ve been busy, but the diner hasn’t. It’s been dead.” Megan looked out the glass front of the diner, out into the parking lot of this strip mall where the Starlite Diner had carved out a tiny niche between Winn-Dixie and the Top Coat Nail Salon. The parking lot was sparsely dotted with cars, and most were over by the Winn-Dixie.
“That’s a shame. The Starlite used to be the place to be.” Sympathy filled Scarlett’s eyes, sympathy that made Megan itchy and uncomfortable. She was never settled under Scarlett’s intense gaze. Megan didn’t want to talk about this anymore, so she slid out of the booth. “Do you want food?”
Scarlett looked down at her open menu. “Yeah. Sure. thanks. Pancakes and sausage? And a large OJ?”
“Sure.” Megan slid out of the booth. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
The words were intended like a joke, a throwback, but she regretted them as soon as they were out of her mouth. They didn’t tease like that anymore. They didn’t even talk anymore.
Scarlett gave her a ghost of a smile, and Megan left with the same sense of discomfort.
Winston took her order with an undecipherable noise of agreement and set about whipping up some pancakes while Megan drew an orange juice for Scarlett. She wiped down the counters for the millionth time today, wishing there was something else to do. Her time here at the diner was sucking her life dry. She hadn’t gone to book group in months, hadn’t played any of her favorite video games, hadn’t done much of anything but work, sleep, and take care of the house. Christmas was a reprieve, a day off spent with family, but she’d been back into the grind almost immediately after. Adulthood was supposed to be about routines, sure, but this routine wasn’t fun at all.
Was Scarlett any better off, though? Megan leaned on the counter and eyed her former friend, who was typing something on her phone. Scarlett hadn’t volunteered what she was doing for work, but she was in the diner in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. Socially, Scarlett had the charm and grace Megan could only envy from afar. Scarlett was beautiful, funny, quick-witted, and adventurous. Maybe that was why she had a boyfriend or girlfriend every time Megan turned around in high school, but Megan herself had been a late bloomer. She’d only gotten into the dating scene once she was in college, and that had trailed off after graduating three years ago. There had been a handful of brief flings, mostly out-of-towners she wouldn’t have to see again, and a couple of relationships barely long enough to call relationships. Nothing lasting and nothing worth thinking about.
“Order up!” Winston’s sing-song call jerked Megan out of her reverie, leaving her with weird guilty, unsettled feelings that rolled in her stomach like a confusing jumble. She slid the plate of pancakes and sausage in front of Scarlett, who put her phone away.
“Thanks.” Scarlett flashed her a tight-lipped smile. Megan nodded once, curt, and went into the back room to start washing dishes for pre-close. She didn’t want to get into a conversation, especially when she was feeling so unsettled.
Seeing Scarlett again, having Scarlett interact with her like things were normal between them—or at least somewhat normal—had her all aflutter in ways she didn’t want to dig too deeply into. First off, she felt like her whole life was standing still sometimes, and having an old friend dip back into it after years of no communication made her feel even more like no time had passed. She was a goddamn adult. She was twenty-five years old. She wasn’t the hurt eighteen year old who just had her best friend flake off to some fancy private school and never talk to her again. She’d had seven years to get past it. After all these years, she’d thought she was over it. But here came Scarlett, smiling and talking about Juliet and expecting everything to be normal. Megan felt itchy all over, a feeling that lingered with her as she loaded the dishwasher.
After Scarlett left, with no other customers coming in after her, Megan was free to start the closing process for real. She’d just finished locking up the safe when the sound of Winston clearing his throat got her attention.
He pulled the hairnet off his head, letting his white wispy hair free. Something in his expression gave Megan pause. He spoke with an uncharacteristic hesitation. “You, uh, got a few minutes?”
* * *
Well, this fucking blew. Scarlett put her hands on her hips and stared at the backed-up sink in her kitchen, bubbling disgusting brown water making no signs of retreating down the drain where it belonged. The landlord had told her the garbage disposal was working fine, even with the weird noises lately, and she’d believed him. What a dickbag.
“Jacen?” she hollered into the other room. “The sink’s backed up.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do about it?” Jacen’s voice was muffled, like he had a pillow over his head. He probably did; Scarlett’s insomniac roommate was prone to catching up from lost nights through naps.
“Fix it?” Scarlett stared back into the sink again. It wasn’t moving.
“Did you use the plunger?” Jacen hollered, less muffled. Good; he’d probably taken the pillow off his face.
Scarlett wrinkled her nose at the plunger, now sitting in the other side of the dual sink, dripping brown gross sink-water. “Yes, I used the plunger. It didn’t fix it.”
Jacen sighed loudly enough for her to hear it from where she was standing. “I may have a penis, but I do not know how to fix a sink.”
“What about Zayne?” Jacen’s boyfriend had fixed their dishwasher once before.
“He’s working, and I am not calling him to come over and unclog our sink. Look it up on YouTube.”
Scarlett closed her eyes. Yeah, this was probably her responsibility, and unfair to pawn it off on Jacen or his boyfriend. At least she’d had breakfast. Even if breakfast had involved seeing Megan again, Megan who she’d once been friends with, Megan who she had spent two hours this morning psyching herself up to go see. She probably could have just texted Megan about the whole Juliet thing, but she didn’t even know if Megan had the same phone number. Of course, this was Megan; she wasn’t really into change, was she? Every time Scarlett had seen her around town, she’d looked the same—same unfortunately plain haircut, same unflinching expression, same utilitarian style. She’d seen Megan’s old convertible at the Starlite every time she went to get groceries at Winn-Dixie. Still, Megan today with her diner name tag, waiting tables just like she had been forever ago... It was like going back in time.
Too bad she couldn’t actually go back in time.
A half hour later, Scarlett was set up on the kitchen floor with a disassembled pipe, a bucket of trash water, and a YouTube video she’d watched a dozen times that seemed to be missing a few key steps. Scarlett leaned back against the stove and took a break, surrounded by under-sink assembly parts. This was not how she’d wanted to spend her day. She still had actual work to do, another data-entry gig she was handling remotely. It wasn’t hard, but it took time, and she’d hoped to be done by now. Maybe if she hadn’t gone to the Starlite, she could have finished already. She still wasn’t sure how to feel about that trip, or about seeing Megan. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but Scarlett had often done a lot of dumbass things in the name of thinking they were a good idea at the time. Her irritation at the clogged garbage disposal made everything retroactively seem just as irritating.
The thing about seeing Megan again is how her judgment seemed to follow Scarlett home. Megan seemed to stand over Scarlett, arms folded across her chest, frowning slightly, casting aspersions on another one of Scarlett’s choices like she always had back in high school. It wasn’t mean, per se, but it always implied, I thought you were better than this. Even today, she seemed to judge Scarlett’s decision to tell her about Juliet’s message in person, or maybe judging the very sight of Scarlett in the diner. She’d run from that judgment once, and here it was again, settling into her apartment like another roommate.
Grumbling to herself,
Scarlett watched the video again, zooming in on part of it, and leaned back under the sink again to start her work back up. She could do this.
“How’s it coming?”
Jacen’s voice drew Scarlett out from under the sink a while later, right when she was putting the last piece into place. She wiped her arm across her forehead. Ugh, she was going to need a whole additional shower after doing this. “I think I’ve got it.” She pushed up to her feet, unsteady after so long on the floor. Her roommate was staring at her, frowning but also looking a little curious.
“You really fixed it? I was kidding about the YouTube thing.”
“I fixed it. You look way too nice to have just rolled out of bed.” Scarlett looked him up and down. Jacen had the whole “casual chic” look happening, from his skinny jeans to his snug T-shirt, its deep cobalt blue bringing out the rich undertones in his dark brown skin. He had pulled his black dreadlocks back with a blue cloth headband to match, and had finished out the look with a leather jacket.
“Zayne’s picking me up in an hour. We’re going to the movies. I wanted to look nice.” He struck a pose. “This is good, right?”
“Gorgeous. I look like I took a bath in our sink. But look.” Scarlett flipped a switch and the garbage disposal roared to life, draining the brown water away in a whirlpool. “Très sexy, non?”
“Magnifique.” Jacen chef-kissed his fingers. “What about you? Are you going out with—” he blanched, probably remembering she was single “—anyone?” he finished, somewhat weakly.
“No dates for me.” Scarlett started packing up her tools. Ever since she and Gwen had broken up a few weeks ago, she’d struggled to find the motivation to go anywhere. With a freelance job that she could do from home, this was a recipe for not leaving the house much.
“You want to come out with Zayne and me?” Jacen gestured vaguely toward the door. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“No, I don’t want to be your third wheel. That—” she gestured to his outfit “—is clearly clothing for a date. I have work to do tonight, anyway. And a video chat.”
