Love in a Small Town Box Set 1

by Tawdra Kandle

  Once Bridget was tucked into bed—Mom had given her Iona’s old room—I dropped down on my own bed and called Ali.

  When she answered, her voice was soft and sleepy. “Hey, Flynn.”

  Memories of a hundred different late night telephone calls with her pulled me back into the past. How many times had we whispered until long after midnight, talking about nothing but nonsense, neither of us willing to say goodnight even though we’d see each other next day? More than I could count. I wondered if Ali were remembering, too.

  “Hey.” I whispered, too, even though my mom’s room was way down the hall, and I didn’t think she was going to come in and yell at me for being on the phone anymore.

  “Did everything go okay tonight?”

  “Yeah, it was fine. I talked to Iona. Apparently she and Mark were discussing what happened with . . . with Craig, and Graham overheard it. She was really sorry, and Graham’s being punished.” I stared up at my ceiling, looking at the same cracks in the plaster that I used to see when I was eighteen. “I didn’t talk to Bridge, though. She was having such a blast with Mom and Reenie, I just couldn’t ruin it.” I held my breath, half-expecting her to be pissed that I’d ducked the issue.

  “That’s probably smart.” To my surprise, Ali didn’t sound upset. “Sometimes with kids, it’s knowing when to say something and when to leave it alone. Half the time, it all blows over without us making a fuss.” She yawned, and I heard a rustling.

  “Are you in bed?” I asked the question before I thought better of it.

  She laughed softly. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, this time of year, the days are long. I worked the stand from eight this morning until five, and then I weeded the vegetable garden at the house, and then I went out into the fields with Sam to plant tomatoes.”

  “Whew.” I laced my fingers behind my head, cradling the phone on my shoulder. “I’m exhausted just hearing about it. Did I wake you up?”

  “No. Not really. I was maybe dozing just a little.”

  “Were you dreaming?” I couldn’t stop myself.

  Ali didn’t answer right away. “No. I don’t dream anymore.”

  I knew she was talking about more than just what happened when she slept.

  “Really? I do.” I let my eyes drift shut. “I thought I didn’t, but since I’ve been back in Burton . . . it’s weird. Like my brain’s catching up on all those years.”

  “I don’t think it works that way. We dream every night, even if we don’t remember. I read that somewhere.”

  “Hmmm.” I lay there for a minute, just enjoying the peace. The quiet I was sharing with Ali. I could hear her soft breathing, and I wished with sudden gut-strong need that she were here with me. It rolled over my body like a truck, shocking the hell out of me.

  “Hey, Ali. Do you still sleep in the same room you did in high school?”

  “Um . . . yeah. Bridge slept in with me when she was a baby, and now she’s right next door, where Sam used to sleep. He took Mom and Dad’s room.”

  “Ah.”

  “Why did you ask?” Her tone was curious, but a little apprehensive, too.

  “I wanted to picture where you are.” And when I did, I got hard, thinking about her room. Her bed. Ali and me together there, on nights when Sam had late meetings with the Guild. “Hey, Ali.”

  “Yeah, Flynn?” There was something else in her voice now. Something cautious but yearning. I plunged ahead.

  “Do you ever think about what would’ve happened if I’d stayed? Or if you’d come with me?”

  I nearly felt her sigh. “At first, I didn’t think about anything else. It was all that I could imagine. I wished a million times or more that I could change what we did. What we said.” Silence stretched between us until she spoke again. “But it hurt too much. After I knew Bridget was coming, I had to make a decision. I could keep wishing and crying and hurting, or I could put on my big girl pants and grow up. I had to do that for my baby.” She drew in a shuddering breath, and it killed me to think she might be crying again. “So I stopped thinking about what might have been. I stopped wishing, and I stopped dreaming.”

  If I could’ve crawled through my phone and somehow ridden the cell waves or however it worked, I would’ve gathered her into my arm, pressed her head into my chest the same way I had in the days after her parents’ death. I couldn’t do that tonight.

  “Ali, I want—”

  “It’s late, Flynn.” She sounded sad but definite. “Go to sleep. I’ll see you this weekend.” There was soft click, and I was alone again in my room.

  I tossed my phone to the other side of the bed and stretched my arms above my head. Damn. I was restless now. Horny, if I were honest with myself. It’d been a long time since I’d been with a woman, but this was more. It wasn’t just the need for any woman. I wanted the girl who’d just hung up on me.

  “Dude, you are so fucked up.” I muttered the words, rubbing one hand over my eyes. I’d thought I could handle being back in Burton, and maybe I would’ve been okay, if I hadn’t ever laid eyes on Ali. But the minute I’d seen her, standing on my mom’s front porch with her sad and worried eyes, I was sinking back into the quicksand that was Ali Reynolds.

  She’d always been my biggest weakness. I rolled to my side, staring through the blinds into the black velvet of night, but in my mind, I was sixteen again, parked in my old Chevette at the lake on the Nelsons’ farm, with Ali laying halfway over my lap as I kissed her senseless.

  From the very beginning, we’d moved slowly when it came to our physical relationship. Not that I didn’t want her—God, did I. And in my dreams nearly every night, I did things to Ali that made it harder—no pun intended—to stop myself from pushing our boundaries.

  We’d talked about it, because one thing Ali and I had going for us was complete openness. After I’d kissed her the first time on New Year’s Eve, she’d told me that she’d been afraid I’d never get around to it.

  “I thought maybe . . . maybe you didn’t want to kiss me.” She’d glanced up at me through her eyelashes, her brown eyes unsure.

  “I wanted to kiss you from that first day, when we covered the stupid sign dedication.” I traced one finger over the curve of her cheek, my heart skipping a beat when Ali closed her eyes and leaned her face into my palm. That small gesture of absolute trust made me fall in love with her a little more. I hadn’t thought it was possible.

  “Then why did you wait?” She smiled, soft and dreamy.

  “I wanted it to be special. And I wanted to make sure you knew that I like you for you, not just because I wanted . . .” My face went red. “You know.”

  “That’s the most amazing thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Ali slid her hand into mine. “It makes me feel . . . treasured.” She shook her head. “Does that sound hokey?”

  “Nope. It sounds perfect.” I’d kissed her again, heady with the realization that I could do it any time I wanted. Well, within reason. We were careful around Ali’s parents and her brother, who always looked at me with narrowed eyes of suspicion. And we didn’t have a whole lot of alone time, other than moments stolen on her front porch when I dropped her off after dates. That was more than a little awkward, since we had to be driven by my sisters or my parents. We’d gotten adept at finding the shadowed spots on the porch, where we couldn’t be seen from the car.

  But now, finally, I’d gotten my license, and even better, I’d inherited the ancient Chevette that had been Iona and Maureen’s first car. It wasn’t fancy or remotely cool, but it ran, and it meant freedom to drive out to the Reynolds’ farm whenever I wanted. And even better, freedom to drive out here on the old dirt road that connected Alex’s family farm with Ali’s, through the woods until we got to the edge of the small lake.

  I pulled the keys out of the ignition and ratcheted my seat back as far as it would go, stretching my legs. Ali unclicked her seat belt and turned toward me, a smile of promise on her face.

  She leaned over the gear shift and rested her forearms on my ches
t. “Hi.” The single whispered word shot straight to my crotch, making my jeans a lot tighter than they’d been a minute before. I felt the soft promise of her boobs teasing against my chest, and I swallowed hard.

  Ali lowered her mouth to mine. I circled my arms around her waist, running my hands up and down her back as her lips angled, needing to get closer. I teased her with my tongue until she opened to me, giving me free access to sweep over her teeth, stroke the inside of her lips and tangle with her tongue. She slid her arms up, around my neck, so that the upper part of her body was pressed against me. I was pretty sure she had to be feeling my heart thudding.

  “Ouch!” Ali jerked back, rubbing her hand over her hip. “Sorry. The parking brake poked me in the side.” She pushed back to sit in her own seat. “Don’t get me wrong, Flynn, I love that you have a car now, but I wouldn’t have minded something with a bench seat in the front.”

  I laughed, shifting to hide the bulge between my legs. “They don’t make cars with bench seats anymore.” I turned to look behind us. “There’s always the backseat, I guess, but it feels a little cliché. And it’s not much bigger.” I picked up her hand from where it rested on her knee and kissed the inside of her wrist. I was still riled up and getting more desperate by the minute to touch her again. “I have a blanket in the trunk. I guess we could go sit out by the lake.”

  Ali cocked her head. “You don’t sound like you want to do that.”

  I laced my fingers into hers and squeezed, pressing our palms together. “Ali, don’t ever think I don’t want to touch you. God, right now, all I want is . . .” I took a deep breath. “I can’t even say it, because if I do, I’ll end up making it happen.”

  “Why don’t you?” She smiled and raised our joined hands to her lips.

  “I think . . .” This wasn’t going to be easy. Not when part of me—the part that was a distance south of my cerebral cortex—was screaming that I was an idiot. “I want you, Ali. I want to kiss you all the time. I want to touch you all over. I want to peel off all your clothes, and let you take off mine, and lay out there on the blanket, skin to skin, nothing between us but the night air.” God, I was a fool. “But I like you a lot. You’re more than just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend.” I reached across and tucked a strand of her silky hair behind her ear. “I want to make love to you.” Saying the words made it so real, the throbbing under my zipper became almost unbearable. “But I want us to be ready. Both of us. I want us to make the decision together, so we have no regrets. When we’re together, really together, I want it to be the best moment of our lives. Something we never forget. Something we think about for the rest of our lives.”

  When I dared to look into Ali’s eyes, I was half-afraid I’d see incredulity and maybe even scorn. What I was saying wasn’t exactly popular philosophy among high school students. But instead, I saw the sheen of tears and the unmistakable glow of love.

  I recognized that expression. I’d seen it in my mother’s eyes when she looked at my father, and in Iona’s when she talked about Mark. I’d known for a while it was how I looked at Ali. Love was more than just the girlfriend/boyfriend stuff that went on all around us at school. It was a big deal, life-changing and forever. It was Ali and me, together against the world for the rest of our lives.

  That was exactly what I wanted. And why I was willing to wait for sex. Getting it right was more important than getting it right away.

  “How did I ever get lucky enough to deserve you?” Ali laid her head on the back of the seat. “What do you see in me? I’m not special.”

  “You’re the most special. Ali, you’re beautiful, and not just on the outside. You’re nice to people, you’re funny, and . . .” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t describe it. I just know it.”

  “I love you, Flynn.” She said it as though she couldn’t help it, as though the words surprised her as much as they did me. “I—I know that sounds weird, or maybe you’re not ready—”

  “I love you, Ali.” I spoke before she could backtrack anymore. “I’ve loved you for a long time. It’s not weird. It just is.”

  “When did you know?”

  I hesitated. I wasn’t sure she’d want to hear this, to know the truth. But I’d promised to be honest and open with her always. “It was after your parents. After the accident.”

  There was a brief flare of pain on her face, but she didn’t look away, so I went on. “You were hurting so much, and you were so sad. Crushed. I knew then that I never wanted to leave you. I wanted to do anything to make sure you never had to feel that way again, for the rest of your life. I never want to be away from you.” I sucked in a breath and for the first time, I spoke the words that would both define us and doom us. “I want you to come with me, Ali, when I leave Burton. This town, it’s just . . . too small. I’m getting out of here as soon as we graduate. I’m going to see the world. I’m going to travel as far as I can, for as long as I can. And I want you to come with me.”

  For a moment, Ali didn’t move. She watched me, and I could tell she was digesting what I’d just said.

  Finally, she pushed herself up, and crawling over the parking brake and gearshift with great care, she slung one leg over mine and settled her body on my lap. Instinctively I brought my hands to her hips, keeping her steady.

  “Flynn, I’ll go with you anywhere. To the ends of the earth and back again. As long as we’re together, I won’t ever need anything but you.”

  She kissed me with abandon, and I held her against me, knowing I’d never need anything or anyone but this girl in my arms.

  A car backfired on the street outside my mom’s house, jerking me back to the present. Had I dozed off? I wasn’t sure. What had happened a decade ago sometimes felt more like a dream than reality.

  I sat up and pinched the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb. It was late, and I knew I had to be up early to take Bridget to school. But talking to Ali had given me a hell of a hard-on, and remembering us together in the past hadn’t helped that condition. I stood up and grabbed my towel from the hook behind my door.

  “Cold showers. And I thought I was beyond this shit.” I slung the towel over my shoulder and headed down the hall to the bathroom, muttering to myself the whole time.

  “MOMMY, DID YOU TALK to Daddy about Maisie’s party yet?” Bridge dropped her drawing pad and pencil bag on the kitchen table with a clatter and climbed into a chair. “I have to tell her if I’m coming. I can go, right? All the other girls are going, and it’s going to be so much fun, and I don’t want to be the only one who misses out.”

  Crud. I’d meant to mention the party to Flynn last week, but it had slipped my mind. Actually, most things slipped my mind when I was near him anymore, which annoyed the living crap out of me. I was trying to be a grown up, for criminey’s sake. But one look at those blue eyes and I was as gaga as I’d been at age fourteen.

  “Pitiful,” I muttered under my breath as I drained the kitchen sink and wiped off my hands.

  “What’d you say?” Bridge cocked her head at me.

  “Sorry.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll ask him today when he comes to pick you up.”

  “But you’re going to be at the stand. Remember? I’m staying so Aunt Meghan can give me my art lesson and Daddy’s getting me here.”

  I turned around and leaned against the counter. “I’ll text him and ask if he can stop to see me on his way here.” I tugged my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and skimmed my fingers over the screen.

  I need to talk to you about something before you get Bridge. Can you stop at the stand on your way to the farm?

  His answer came back quickly. Sure. Everything okay?

  I paused. Yeah, just parenting stuff.

  Okay. See you in an hour or so.

  I stared down at the screen for a few minutes more. I could’ve just called Flynn and asked him about the party, but, I reasoned, it would be easier to do it in person. Plus we could catch up on Bridget’s still-rocky relationship with he
r cousin Graham, who apparently had not taken well the news of his expected sibling. He continued to harass Bridge, though he’d toned down his behavior at school.

  Meghan sailed into the kitchen, glowing from every portal in her body. She ruffled Bridget’s curls and grinned at me. “Miss B and I are heading to the peach orchard for her lesson. Are you off to the stand?”

  “Yeah, I was just about to head there.” I tucked my phone back into my pocket. “I’ll walk with y’all.”

  Bridge gathered her supplies, and Meghan stopped at her car to retrieve her portable stool, easel and paints. We trudged down the path that led through the orchard to the stand as Bridget skipped ahead.

  “Something up?” Meghan nudged my arm as we walked.

  “Hmmm? With me? Nah.”

  “You’re quiet. And you have that look on your face.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Mom, what look is that, specifically?”

  Meghan smirked. “I call it the Flynn Evans is back in town expression.”

  “Bite me.”

  “No, thanks. I’ve had a better offer. Is there any reason you might be wearing the Flynn look today?”

  I shrugged. “He’s stopping by the stand on the way to get Bridge. Which, by the way, thanks for doing her lesson this morning so she can still go with her father. I appreciate it.”

  “Not a problem. Don’t change the subject. Flynn’s stopping to see you at the stand? Hmmmm.”

  “No ‘hmmmmm’ about it.” I stuck out my tongue at her. “I asked him so we could talk about Maisie’s birthday party. Bridge keeps pestering me to say yes, and I didn’t want to make a decision like that without checking with Flynn.” I slanted a glance in Meghan’s direction. “I call that growth. Remembering to co-parent.”

  “That’s the party in Savannah?”

  I sighed. “Yeah. I think it’s a little over the top, having an eight-year old’s birthday in a different city. It’s like a destination party. I’m not happy about letting her go, but she’s so hyped up about the whole thing.”