by Duvane, JB
Chapter Four
Shane
After we left the restaurant Brittany seemed to cheer up a little. She even commented on the view of the ocean as we drove up the coast, something she hadn't mentioned once since we landed. But the minute we turned off the main road onto the gravel drive that led to the house, Brittany started up again. "Where are we going? We're not going to be living way out here, are we? This is practically the middle of the jungle, Shane."
"I think you'll really like it. You'll see, it's not really as remote as it seems."
"You're kidding, right? What if I need to run to the store for something or I want to grab a quick cup of coffee? I don't even have a car!"
"Brittany, we will get you a car."
"I find it hard to believe they sell anything but golf carts on this stupid island."
"We can go down and rent you one in the morning. And please don't call it a stupid island. It's where I grew up. I love it here." I had pretty much had it with her attitude. All I could think about was getting to the house, taking a shower, and spending the rest of the evening alone. I'd hoped she would be going to bed as soon as we got to the house, but when I looked at the digital display on the dash I realized it was barely four o'clock. After the day I'd had, it felt much later than that.
When I parked the car in front of the sprawling, modern house I was sure she would change her tune about where the house was located. It was spectacular. The view from the car alone was incredible, and I was sure it was going to be even more amazing from the back balcony of the house that overlooked the ocean.
I got the luggage out of the trunk and carried it to the front door, then slipped the key in next to a huge rectangle of glass that took up half the door. From there I could see the living room, furniture in dark shades of wood and leather, that sat on a thick white carpet.
I opened the door and let Brittany in, then carried the luggage inside. We toured the immediate rooms, a large entryway that led to the living room, and an enormous kitchen, which was only separated from the living room by a large island.
"This is awesome!" I exclaimed. "It's way bigger than it looked online."
Brittany flopped down on the huge, sectional couch. "Well, it doesn't look to me like it's been updated or even repainted in a few years. But if that doesn't bother you …"
I picked up the suitcases and carried them down the hall to the master bedroom. It was a corner room with two full walls that looked out onto the ocean and the jagged cliffs that lined the coast to the east of the house. I opened a sliding glass door and stepped out onto a massive patio that was bordered with a glass railing. In the far corner sat a huge hot tub that was surrounded by a marble tile platform.
I went back into the living room to find Brittany. "You have to come check this bedroom out, babe. The view is spectacular."
Brittany just sat there on the couch staring up at me. "What's so great about this place, Shane? We've been in way nicer hotels in Europe and the Caribbean. This place is just so … average."
"How can you say that? Have you even looked at the view?"
"I've seen plenty of views before. It's just a bunch of water and rocks and trees. Who cares?"
I stared at her in stunned silence for a moment. I didn't understand how she could possibly mean what she'd just said. "You can't be serious. This is one of the most beautiful islands on the planet. The water is brilliant blue!"
"The water was bluer on Tortola." She just sat there on the couch pouting.
"What the hell is the problem, Brittany? You've had a bad attitude about everything since we landed."
"I don't like it here, Shane! It's not anything like I imagined it was going to be. We're out in the middle of nowhere!"
"Well, when we go into town we'll be around people. There's restaurants and bars—"
"Like the one we went to today? That crappy little steakhouse? I was picturing us eating at outdoor tables at the Azure and lounging around on those padded recliners under big umbrellas while waiters brought us a never-ending stream of drinks. Not a restaurant full of nobodies and a waiter that we had to flag down to get a refill of overbrewed iced tea!"
"What the … the Azure is in Honolulu, Brittany. That's on a completely different island."
"That's exactly what I'm saying. I thought we would be living in Honolulu, with big buildings all around, not out here surrounded with forests filled with giant centipedes and mosquitoes. I'm not that kind of girl, Shane. I don't even own a pair of flat sandals."
"But I told you where we were going," I said as I slid down onto the couch next to her. "I told you all about this island, how different it is from any place I've ever been. I told you about the secluded beaches and the forest and how special they were to me. Didn't you listen to anything I said?"
"I don't know. I guess not."
I sat there in silence, completely stunned. Now I understood why Brittany had been such a bitch since we got here. From the very beginning she'd tuned out everything I'd told her about where we were going to the sound of her own voice in her own head. Every time I talked to her about my plans she would smile and nod, but in her head she was picturing herself at five star resorts in the largest city on the Hawaiian islands. She might as well have not have even left LA.
As I stared at her I couldn't even believe she was the same person I'd thought I'd fallen in love with eight months ago. Maybe I hadn't been paying attention all this time either.
I got up off the couch and walked over to the sliding glass door that led out onto the balcony. When I opened it up the smell of the ocean and forest overpowered my senses. The scent in the air and the feel of the cool breeze on my skin was almost intoxicating. I stepped out and crossed the patio, closing my eyes as I wrapped my hands around the edge of the glass railing. I wasn't going to let Brittany ruin this for me. I wanted her to be happy, but if she wasn't even capable of listening to me when I talked about the place we were moving to, her apparent misery was her own fault. There wasn't much I could do about it now.
I walked over to a telescope on the far west corner of the balcony and removed the cover, then lowered my eye down to the viewfinder and scanned the nearby forest, trying to get the hang of focusing the thing. I had no idea where I was going to build my house or the one I had planned for my parents, but I had an idea. I wanted it to be close enough to the water that there was easy to access the beaches, but then I worried that it might be too far from the main road for my parents. They were getting older and I wanted them to be comfortable. I didn't want them to have to trek around too much to get anywhere.
But I also didn't want to have too much of an impact on the area by adding more access roads than necessary. I thought about having them out for a visit soon. They could give me their input and moral support. This was one of the most exciting times of my life, but I still needed someone around who would be supportive. I sure as hell wasn't getting that from Brittany.
I moved the viewfinder toward the ocean and scanned the coastline. Even from this distance I could see a few green turtles floating along the shore. I kept moving the telescope until I came to the curved sandy beach of the cove. I was surprised that there was such a clear view from up here. But I could see just about the whole cove through an open section in the trees.
I smiled at the idea of that place actually belonging to me after all this time. A warm feeling filled my chest when I thought about walking on that beach with Maggie again. After all these years I could still picture the way the fading light in the sky reflected off her eyes, and the sexy part in her lips just before mine touched them.
Something caught my eye near the surf and I refocused the telescope on a woman in a red dress. At first I was surprised to see someone on such a secluded beach. It was public land, but it was pretty remote. There were no roads that led up to the beach itself. The only way to access the cove, or any of the beaches along this entire corner of the island, was to park along the gravel service road, then hike in on one of the many miles of trails.
"Anything interesting?"
I jumped a little when I heard Brittney's voice, then turned and looked at her.
"I'm sorry, Shane. I didn't mean to start a fight. I know how much you were looking forward to coming back here, and if it means that much to you I'm willing to give it a try."
I put my arm out so that she could stand next to me, then I closed it around her. "That's okay. I know this was a difficult move for you. I'm sure you'll get used to it here, maybe even grow to love it as much as I do." I wanted to believe the words that I heard coming out of my mouth, but a voice in my head told me not to hold my breath.
"What were you looking at?"
"Oh, just a part of the land that I'm purchasing." I looked back through the eyepiece and the woman in the red dress had disappeared. I wondered if it really was Maggie that I watched as she wandered along that same spot where we kissed ten years ago, or if it was just wishful thinking.
"Look through here. You can see a little cove that's completely circled by the forest. It's a really beautiful spot." I moved Brittany in front of me so that she could look through the telescope.
"Neat," she said without much enthusiasm. "How do you get down there?"
"There's a trail. It's not a rough hike at all. Maybe fifteen minutes," I said with a hopeful enthusiasm that I suspected was not going to be returned.
"No flats, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, we'll figure something out."
Later that night, around midnight after the sky was black and the stars were out, I went out onto the balcony and took in the amazing sight of the star-filled sky and the reflection of the moon on the rippling waves. I really loved it here. I knew there were plenty of other places in the world that were just as beautiful and where I would be very happy, but there was just something about this island. I wasn't completely sure but I had a feeling it had to do with Maggie.
I felt Brittany move up behind me. She didn't touch me but I could just feel that she was there.
"Isn't the sky amazing?" I asked. "The stars are so much more visible since there's not as many city lights on this side of the island."
"More like no city lights at all."
"Yeah, you're right," I said as I turned and pulled her closer to me. It didn't sound like she was too impressed with the stars, but I chose to ignore the implications in her tone. "And no lights down here means brighter lights up there."
"Shane …"
"Yeah," I said, kissing the top of her head.
"I don't think this is going to work."
I pulled back a little and looked down at her, but her eyes didn't meet mine. "What, this house? Is it really that bad?"
"It's not just the house. It's everything. I guess I really had different ideas about what it would be like when we got here—how we would be living. I mean, we can both afford a lot better than this, Shane. Between us we could probably buy one of the skyscrapers in downtown Honolulu and live on the penthouse floor, but instead we're here."
"You make that sound like a bad thing. To me this is the kind of place that, usually, money can't buy. It just so happens that my money can buy it this time, though. I'm in the right place at the right time with more money than I ever dreamed I'd have, thanks to some really good investments. Do you have any idea how lucky I am to have this opportunity?"
"Opportunity for what? There's nothing here, Shane." I could see in her eyes how serious she was, but I just couldn't believe it.
"How can you look around and say there's nothing here? That incredibly blue ocean, the forest, the beaches and this amazing sky all in one place. It's perfect."
"It may be perfect to you, but it's not to me. I don't want to live here in this house, or down there in that jungle. I just don't. I'm sorry, but we want different things."
I stood there and stared at the moon reflecting in the ocean for a moment while Brittany slipped out of my arms. "I guess you're right. I'm sorry I brought you here."
"Don't apologize. It was my fault too."
"I'll fly you back in the morning."
"That's okay, I already booked my flight. I just need a ride to the airport, since I'm assuming there's no cabs on this island."
"Well … there are cabs here, but I'll take you myself. It's the least I can do."
"No, Shane, the least you could do was be the totally understanding person that you are. Thank you for not making this hard for me. I haven't been particularly pleasant since we got here and you've been really sweet, as usual."
"Of course." I wanted to wrap my arms around her, mostly because endings always made me sad and I knew it would make me feel better. But I also knew it was best to let her go. Best for both of us.
Chapter Five
Maggie
"Hey, what do you think of this mortar and pestle for my kitchen? It matches the tiki theme I've got going on in there."
I heard the words coming out of Janine's mouth, but for some reason they weren't registering. Well, I knew the reason. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Shane—not for one second—since I ran into him yesterday. "Sorry, what?"
"Are you okay, Maggie? You seem kinda down today. Is it about that land? Where your cat is buried?"
"Yeah, but … it's more than that, Janine."
"What, sweetie?"
I felt like I had to talk to Janine about how I was feeling. Maybe not tell her all the gory details about how in love with Shane I'd been these last ten years, but I wanted to at least tell her about what happened. I needed feedback and support. I couldn't just wallow forever. "I didn't tell you everything yesterday. I just … I've never really told anyone and it's not really … I mean, I don't want to make a big deal out of it."
"What's going on?"
"Promise me you won't make a big deal out of it."
"I promise! Will you tell me already?"
"Okay, well, you know Shane Holloway …"
"Uh, yeah—the guy you turned beet red in front of yesterday? Yeah, I think I know who you're talking about."
"You're kidding! I did? Oh god, now I'm even more embarrassed that I was yesterday, and I didn't even think that was possible. Do you think he noticed?"
"Well, from the little I know about him, I'm pretty sure he's not blind."
"Great."
"So, come on! Out with it!"
"Okay, you asked me how well I knew him back in high school, before he left for Hollywood, and I told you not that well. That was true, we hung out throughout high school, but mostly in larger groups with other friends, until …"
"Until?"
"Well, just before he moved away he asked me to go down to the cove with him."
"The cove? Your cove?"
"Yeah. And he kissed me."
"Oh my god, Maggie! What was it like?"
"It was the most amazing kiss I've ever had in my life, Janine. I've never been able to stop thinking about it, and now that he's back here and I've seen him in person again, it's like my memory of that night has gone into overdrive. I keep picturing that night on the beach. His gorgeous eyes looking down at me … and his perfect lips moving toward me … until they touched mine. Oh God!" I covered my face like a star-struck teenager.
"Oh my God, Maggie, you're hilarious! You've got a crush on Shane Holloway!"
"Shut up!"
I heard Janine laugh and I knew she was laughing with me, because I knew just how hilarious this whole thing was. I was a grown woman for christ's sake. "But that's not a bad thing, is it? Having
a crush on him? I mean, he's just a dude. He may be famous, but underneath all that he's a pretty regular guy."
"Well, considering everything, his model girlfriend and the real estate deal, and not to mention me spazzing out like a total idiot when I saw him—including but not limited to the blushing—I'd say it's pretty bad."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about all that."
"Thanks."
"I'm kidding! Okay, let's think about this. The model girlfriend is not a definite thing. Relationships end all the time, so that problem is not a total dream killer. And you spazzing out is absolutely not an issue, I can guarantee you that."
"How? I knocked over all those trays. I made a complete idiot out of myself right in front of him and the entire restaurant, Janine!"
"Yeah, but like I said, you're way too hard on yourself. Everything you do, even when you're knocking over a stack of trays, is pretty damned cute. You've got a total hot, cute thing going on that a lot of guys are into."
"I don't know about that," I said. I could feel my face growing hot again.
"Believe me, you do. I'm sure, if he has any interest in you at all, he didn't care about what happened at the restaurant. In fact, he might have even been nervous to see you too."
"Yeah, right. He acted like he barely remembered me. So what about the third thing?"
"The land deal? Yeah that's a tough one. I'll look into it at work, see if there are any permits being taken out yet. You never know, he might not be planning anything too major there."
"Just the fact that that whole area is turning into private land is major enough. I can't fathom not being able to go there whenever I need to—which is pretty much all the time."
Janine turned to the stall owner and handed her some cash. "Well, all you can do at this point is wait and see what happens. I'll look into it, don't worry. So, do you wanna get something to eat?"
"Yeah, sure, I think that amazing hand pie place just opened up a stall around here somewhere. I put their card in my purse," I said fishing around inside the big shoulder bag I carried with me everywhere. I spotted it way down at the bottom, and tried to get it out from amongst all the other crap, but dropped the whole bag, contents and all, onto the ground when I felt someone slam into me.
