Clay smiled and went back to throwing the ball. “See? She’s not here so she won’t know.”
“Yeah, stop being such a party pooper, Kinley,” Parker said as he caught the ball, stepped back a little, and threw it back at Clay.
He was getting really close to my jewelry kit that I had laying out on the dining room table. Mom and Dad got it for me as a birthday present, and I had a lot of necklaces and bracelets on the table that I was still working on. It was the kit I wanted. Everything in it was so pretty. All the colors and the stones that looked like Mom’s diamonds, thought I knew they weren’t.
I wanted to make pretty jewelry like the kind Mom wore.
And maybe I could make her something for her birthday.
“Watch out!” I told Parker. “Don’t knock over my jewelry kit. Those necklaces took a while to make and I’m still not done.”
Parker looked behind him and turned back to Clay. “It’s fine. We’re being careful, Kinley, so stop being a pest.”
That hurt my feelings.
He was starting to sound more and more like Clay.
“Yeah, Kinley,” Clay teased. “Why don’t do you go back upstairs and play with your Barbies? I know you make them kiss each other.” He puckered his lips and started making kissing noises, which made Parker howl in laughter.
Mad, but also a little embarrassed, I scrunched up my face and started running back up the stairs so I could hide in my room. Then, I heard a crash, followed by hundreds of ticks and clicks as my jewelry kit clattered to the floor and all the little pieces scattered across the hardwood. I ran over to it in a panic, already knowing that everything I made the other day was now gone.
“Parker! What did you do?”
I was scrambling around on my knees, trying to gather everything up and keep all the pieces from rolling under the furniture and being lost completely. It was already too late, though. Everything was mixed together. The different stones and colors were no longer separated and it would take forever to sort everything out and organize it again.
“You ruined it!” I screamed at him.
When I looked up, his face was red and he actually looked guilty. Clay did too and fidgeted, shifting nervously on his feet across the room.
“I’m sorry, Kinley,” Parker said. “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t paying attention and Clay threw the ball. I jumped and accidentally ran into the table.”
I could tell that I was about to cry and I didn’t want them to see that. “You guys are a bunch of jerks!” I ran back upstairs to my room, burying my face in my pillow, and cried. If they weren’t always making fun of me, they were destroying my things and I was tired of it.
I didn’t like Parker anymore.
I heard the front door open again a while later and heard Mom’s voice talking to the boys. I couldn’t tell what she was saying but I didn’t go down there to find out. I wasn’t going to tell on them either. She would probably figure it out and I didn’t want to see them anyway. I was still mad.
A little while after that, there was a knock on my door.
“Go away!” I told whoever it was.
Clay and Parker came in without knocking again. “Get out of my room!”
“We’re sorry, Kinley,” Clay said. “We shouldn’t have been playing ball in the house and we’re sorry we knocked over your jewelry kit. We didn’t mean to.”
I knew Mom had told them to come up here and say that. “I don’t care. Leave me alone.”
I went back to pouting into my pillow and heard their soft footsteps leave a few seconds later. Eventually, I went down to eat dinner when Mom called my name. She tried making me feel better, saying that we could fix it. I was still mad at them, though. Dad said that they weren’t going to be able to play baseball for a while now as punishment.
That made me feel a little better.
I went straight back up to my room after I helped Mom do the dishes and read more of my Judy Bloom book. It had gotten pretty dark and was almost bedtime when there was another knock on my door. I told them to come in, figuring it was Mom, coming to remind me to brush my teeth, though she didn’t usually knock.
The door opened and I turned to see who it was.
Parker stood there, looking down at his feet, seeming nervous.
“What do you want?”
He moved a little closer to the bed where I sat. “I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for ruining your jewelry thing. And…” he paused as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something, “I made you this.”
Curious, I took it from him and immediately recognized the various pieces from my jewelry kit.
He’d made me a necklace.
He still wouldn’t look at me. “I’m sorry I made you sad. I didn’t mean to. I don’t like seeing you upset like that.”
I looked back down at the necklace and smiled. He tried to make me something to say he was sorry. Since Clay wasn’t with him, I figured Mom hadn’t made him do this. He did it all on his own. That meant that he really was sorry.
I had a weird feeling in my belly when I looked down at the piece of jewelry and realized that he had strung those plastic stones through the string for me. He picked out each piece and did all of that for me. Because he felt bad for what he did. Felt bad for making me cry.
“It’s really pretty,” I whispered and his head shot up, finally looking at me.
“You like it?” he asked, a smile starting to form on his face.
I nodded and put it around my neck, wearing it proudly. “I love it. Thank you.”
His smile grew and turned into the normal one that I liked so much on him. “So, you forgive me?”
I smiled back at him this time. “I forgive you.”
He nodded and walked back to the door, turning one last time to look at the necklace that he made hanging around my neck, smiled at me again, and then walked out.
I liked Parker again.
And that was when the crush that had quickly morphed into an infatuation started.
I wore the necklace almost every day after that. And he always smiled when he saw it. After that day, it didn’t matter if he teased me like Clay did. I knew that he didn’t really mean it. He was trying to act like all the other big kids. Because of that, I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to tell anyone that he had made me a necklace. So, I didn’t. I let everyone assume that I made it myself.
It was the first of many secrets that we shared together.
I walked over to my camera bag that lay on my bed and opened the inside zipper of the main compartment. My fingers touched the plastic pieces and I pulled out the necklace.
The same necklace that he had made me all those years ago.
I’d kept it with me all this time. Had stowed it away in that camera bag, had taken it with me on every photo shoot I had ever been on.
So that Parker was with me wherever I went.
Just like he had once promised that he would be.
I had thought about throwing it away in college one time and finally being done with him, pushing him out of my life completely. But I never could. It may not have been healthy to hold onto something so precious to me but also something that represented someone who had brought me so much pain and misery.
This was Parker, though.
And I couldn’t just throw him away.
But I wasn’t sure that a necklace could make me so easily forgive him now. Because it wasn’t a mere jewelry kit he had destroyed this time.
It was my heart.
Chapter Six
Kinley
I couldn’t sleep.
It was the same as any other night that I stayed in this house, whether Parker was here or not. Because no matter how hard I tried, being back in this house always reminded me of him and the memories I wanted to forget. Without fail.
It didn’t matter that we hadn’t said more than two sentences to each other since he arrived. It was like he was in my blood. Which made it nearly impossible to get a good night’s rest. I qui
etly crept out of my room and tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. It was around midnight and everyone else was asleep, so I tried to be quiet.
Clay and Gwen had opted to stay the night, rather than go back to his place since tomorrow was Christmas. We usually had a tradition of having a big Christmas breakfast before we opened gifts. Of course, that meant that Parker was also staying the night. He occupied the guestroom across the hall from my bedroom. And when I snuck out of my room, I didn’t see the light on beneath the door which relieved me.
I shut myself in the bathroom and did my business, hoping that might help me get to sleep. Then, I saw Parker’s toothbrush on the bathroom counter and I had to curse myself for once again letting my mind be consumed by him.
It was pretty sad when all it took was a damn toothbrush.
My reflection taunted me in the mirror, asking me why I let a man affect me this way. When had I become so weak? When had I started to let my happiness be dictated by one person?
Too damn long ago.
But I didn’t want to be that woman. Parker wasn’t mine, he was never mine. And it was a complete waste of my time to pine over him and dwell on the fact that he never wanted me.
I’m stronger than that, dammit.
I took a deep breath and nodded at myself in the mirror. I was a successful, highly sought-after photographer, who had been all over the world and captured some of the most beautiful images you could ever see.
I had already dealt with heartbreak.
I could deal with one man.
The bathroom door creaked loudly as I opened it to head back to my room, making me cringe. There was no movement in the hallway, so I assumed that I hadn’t woken anyone up.
Dad had installed lights along the hallway floor years ago, so I didn’t have to feel my way back to my door. I was halfway there when the door directly across from mine eased open and Parker’s huge form stepped out and faced me.
Oh God, I’m not stronger than this.
Nobody said I would have to face this.
This, as in Parker’s naked torso, staring me in the face.
He froze when he locked eyes with mine. I couldn’t help it. My attention immediately focused in on those abs, that six—eight?—pack.
Geez, he had certainly filled out over the years.
He had been fit back in college, but this was a whole new level of daaamn.
His skin was still that beautiful olive color, his chest was broad and strong, his sculpted pecs and muscular arms looked strong and powerful. His entire upper half was bare, his lower half covered by a pair of dark gray sweatpants. They rode low enough on his hips that I could see that perfectly defined “V” that framed his core. And even though those sweatpants were covering them up, I knew that those thighs of his were thick and bulging. Legs of a baseball player and I suddenly wished he was wearing his uniform.
And shit, I was staring.
My eyes flew back up to his when he spoke. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t realize you were up. I was just going downstairs to get a glass of water.”
I nodded when I couldn’t think of any words to say. His hand was gripping the back of his neck, messing up his tousled hair even further. I remembered that gesture being a sign of stress or apprehension for him. Or if he was uncomfortable. He had a boyish kind of grin on his face, like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and was trying to get away scot-free using his charm.
Then, his eyes traveled the length of my body.
The boyish grin was suddenly gone and replaced by something…darker.
Something that was quickly heating the space between us.
It was then that I remembered what I was wearing and all of sudden I felt very exposed. I always wore boy-cut panties and a baggy t-shirt to bed. I wouldn’t normally leave my room like this at my parents’ house, but I’d figured I would be in and out of the bathroom without seeing anyone since it was the freaking middle of the night.
But, oh no.
Parker had to see me this way.
And judging from his expression and his labored breathing, he wasn’t about to complain.
That sense of stepping into a sauna took over my entire body and a jolt shot straight through me, all the way down to my core. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off my legs.
“Jesus, Kinley,” he breathed.
I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear it or not.
“I-I just had to go to bathroom,” I stuttered and started to walk toward my room.
Parker blocked me, stepping right in front of me.
“When are you going to stop avoiding me?” he asked, that deep voice sending shivers down my spine, his breath tickling my hair.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“Bullshit.”
My temper flared a little at that and I met his eyes. “What am I supposed to say to you? I think we said all we needed to say at the Fourth of July.”
“You might have,” he replied, his body leaning in closer to mine. I took a step back and he followed me. “I didn’t. Not totally. But I won’t bring any of that up again. I just want us to be…”
“What? Friends?”
He took another step closer until I was pushed against the wall as he once again blocked my escape.
How the hell had I let him corner me?
Maybe it was because you were gazing into those brown eyes, like you did when you were a lovesick twelve-year-old.
“Yeah…friends. If that’s all we can be, yes. I’d at least like us to be friends.”
That statement confused me.
We could have been more years ago but you ruined it.
“I’m not sure we’d be very good at that,” I whispered, hoping nobody was about to come out of their room because our bodies were too close to be innocent.
“Why not?”
I could feel his warm breath grazing my cheek. He smelled of mint and it made my mouth water.
“Because there’s too much history here.”
Our eyes were locked, his searching mine for a better explanation than that. But I didn’t have one. It was true, for the most part.
“If that’s all it was,” he began, his face inches from mine, “then it wouldn’t really be a problem. History is in the past. It shouldn’t affect the present if that’s all it is.”
The past always affected the present. And most of the time, the future.
At least, our history did.
Before I could respond, he asked, “Is that all it is, Kinley?” I sucked in a breath when I felt his hand touch my waist and caress my side from hip to rib. “Or is there more?” I felt the fingers of his other hand trace my collarbone, traveling along my throat and cupping my cheek. “Are there still feelings there that you’re just trying to ignore? Because I think there might be.”
“You have no right to ask me that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “No? The way you look at me says otherwise. The way you look at me like you did all those years ago makes me think that I have every right.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, anger sparking, though the arousal wasn’t fading.
“Like you said, that’s part of history and it’s in the past. So, it should stay there.” His hands halted their movements, his brows creasing as he took in my expression. “And I did look at you like that once, but that was a long time ago. You had all of that at one time, Parker. It was yours and I would have given it all to you, gladly.”
I eased out of his hold and stepped away from him. His hands fell to his sides like lead weights. I couldn’t read the expression on his face. He looked like he was in pain and…like he was almost lost.
None of it made any sense.
“But you gave all of that up,” I continued. “Period. So, no. You don’t have any right to ask about my feelings or to dredge up old memories. The longer you hold onto those thoughts, the longer you try to revive old feelings, the longer it will take for both of us to move on with our lives. Just let it go.”
Even though I hav
en’t.
He swallowed a few times before he responded. “Okay. You’re right.”
I nodded, worried that my voice would break if I said anything else. I wouldn’t let myself be disappointed by the fact that he didn’t have anything more to say. I said “goodnight” and stepped inside my bedroom. He was still standing in the same place, staring in my direction when I closed the door.
How the hell was I supposed to sleep now?
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Last night had wrecked me for sleep. I think I dozed off somewhere around three and it was now seven. Four hours was never enough sleep for me.
I needed buckets of coffee to get through this day.
Especially if I had anymore encounters with Parker like last night.
I smelled the strong scent of coffee as I walked downstairs and saw Dad sitting in his recliner in the living room. “Morning, sleepy head,” he said, sipping his coffee mug.
“Sleepy head? It’s seven. That’s not exactly sleeping in.” I let out a big yawn just to prove my point.
“I’ve been up since five.”
“Good God, why?”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “That bathroom isn’t going to re-model itself.”
Only my dad would be doing housework at five on Christmas morning. I just shook my head and followed the aroma of coffee beans into the kitchen where Mom was gathering the ingredients for breakfast.
“Morning, dear.” She smiled at me as she dug through her cabinets for her pots and pans.
I really wished I had inherited the gene that allowed her to glow at seven in the morning without makeup or a shower. But the rat’s nest in my hair and circles under my eyes indicated that I sure as hell hadn’t. Give me at least two cups of coffee, some moisturizer, and a good blow dryer and I might look presentable.
“Morning,” I grumbled.
Clay and Gwen came down about fifteen minutes later, making Parker the last one to haul his beautiful butt down and get his coffee. He looked just as disheveled and just as gorgeous as he had last night, even if he was wearing a shirt this morning.
A round of “Merry Christmases” was mumbled through yawns and around coffee mugs. “How did everyone sleep?” Mom asked.
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