by Rachel Hanna
Jenna crouched beside where he was sitting in a chair facing the window. "Hey, Daddy," she said kissing him on the cheek.
"Who are you?" he asked immediately. Her expression didn't change, which told Kyle that she was pretty used to that reception from her father.
"Daddy, you know who I am. It's your daughter, Jenna," she said smiling.
"Oh, that's right," he said gruffly.
"I brought an old friend today," she said waving Kyle over. He walked in front of the chair as the old man looked up at him. Bill's eyes widened.
"Kyle Parker," he said softly. Jenna's eyes widened too and then filled with tears.
"You remember me, Mr. Davis?" Kyle asked with a smile.
"How could I forget you? My daughter was obsessed with you. Did you know my daughter, Miss?" he asked Jenna.
"I sure did," she said, struggling to hold back the tears.
"Tell her to come see me sometime.”
"How are you doing, Mr. Davis?" Kyle asked as he sat on the sofa next to the chair. Jenna turned and wiped away the stray tears that inevitably came when he didn't remember her.
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm getting out of here soon. I hurt my leg, so they have to do all their doctor stuff to fix it." Jenna shrugged at Kyle.
"How'd you hurt your leg?" Kyle asked playing along.
"Basketball, of course. Jump shot gone wrong," he said winking and smiling.
"I'm going to get your lunch ready, Daddy," Jenna said excusing herself.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Bill asked.
"No, sir. Just a friend."
"She's a pretty girl. You should ask her on a date," he said nodding his head. "Good women are hard to find."
"Yes, sir, they are."
"Listen, I'm glad I have you alone for a moment," Bill said leaning closer to Kyle.
"You are?"
"Yes. I've been meaning to tell you something, but I haven't seen you around town in a long time. You been on vacation?"
"Vacation? Yes, actually I just got back," Kyle said, still playing along with Bill's confused memory.
"Well, I need to say I'm sorry about something. See, my daughter, Jenna.... you know her?"
"I do."
"Well, she had a big crush on you, but her mother didn't like it. She didn't approve, and I went along with her. I shouldn't have done it. I knew how much you loved my daughter, but I didn't stick up for you or her. For that, I'm sorry."
Kyle sat there stunned as he processed what the man had just said to him. Jenna appeared beside her father with a tray of food.
"Hungry, Daddy?"
"I could eat a little something," he said chuckling as Jenna helped him up and walked him to the table. Kyle didn't move.
"You okay?" she whispered after she got her father settled.
"Huh? Oh, yeah..."
They sat with Bill as he ate, and he never said another word to Kyle. He didn't even seem to realize he was there at all. He focused on his food and the TV that sat off to the side of the table. The sadness in Jenna's eyes was palpable, and Kyle felt sorry for her.
"Daddy, I'm gonna go, okay?" Bill simply nodded without making eye contact. "He gets tired after he eats.”
"It was nice to see you, Mr. Davis," Kyle said as he rubbed Bill's shoulder. Again, Bill just nodded and didn't look at him. It was obvious the moment of lucidity was gone.
When they reached Kyle's Jeep, Jenna waited for him to unlock the door. Instead, he walked around to her side of the vehicle and pulled her into his arms. Enveloped in her strawberry scent, he held her as tight as he'd ever held anyone. Her face pressed into his solid chest, she began to weep quietly. He let her cry and just pressed his mouth to the top of her head. They stood that way for several minutes before she pulled back a bit and looked at the wet mess she'd made on his shirt.
"I messed up your shirt," she said through a choked sob.
"No biggie. It can be washed."
"Thanks for that.”
"For what?"
"For coming with me. For letting me cry all over you. For holding me. It's the safest I've felt in years," she admitted softly.
A knife went straight into Kyle's heart. The safest she'd felt in years. In his arms.
"I need to tell you something.”
"What?"
"Your dad remembered me."
"I know. He said your name."
"No, I mean he remembered about you leaving me. He apologized. Said your mother pushed him to agree with her and that he was wrong. He said he knew how much we loved each other, and he should have stood up for us."
A huge smile crossed Jenna's face. "He remembered that?"
"Yep."
"Oh, Kyle, thank you! Thank you for telling me that!" she said hugging him tightly around the neck. Her shape, her form, her scent — it all felt so right in his arms. As warning bells went off in his head, he did his best to breathe in and out and avoid every manly urge he was having.
Chapter 9
When they arrived back at Kyle's house, Jenna finished unpacking a few things and then went to pick up Kaitlyn at school. As she drove back to her house, she thought about what her father had said to Kyle. For some reason, she finally had a small slice of peace about the situation.
Most people would have looked at their breakup as just a childhood rite of passage that everyone goes through, but not Jenna. Being with Kyle wasn't about being young or impetuous. She believed, and still did, that he was the one for her. He wasn't just some high school fling she had that came and went. He was a part of her soul, etched into the tiny crevices of her heart forever. That had been apparent during her marriage, and it still wasn't going away now. In fact, her feelings seemed to be increasing day by day.
"Go inside and get your room cleaned up," she called to Kaitlyn as she bounded into the house. Jenna pulled the empty boxes from her car and started to take them into the house.
"Hey!" Becca called as she trotted across the yard.
"Hey there," Jenna said smiling from ear to ear.
"Ooohh... Something good must have put that smile on your face, girlfriend."
"Come sit a minute and I will fill you in on all the details," Jenna said throwing the boxes on the porch and sitting on the top step.
After a few minutes of intense girl gossip, Becca was up to date on the day's happenings.
"Wow. That is big news. I am thrilled about your Dad," she said patting Jenna's leg.
"Yeah, that was pretty amazing. Kyle always could cause some pretty amazing things to happen... " she said, with a big sigh and a lovesick look plastered across her face.
"Girl, you have it bad."
"What?"
"A case of the lovies," she said laughing as Jenna smacked her on the arm.
"I do not. I can't."
"Love wants what it wants, sweetie. Now is the right time to start putting the plan into action."
"You sound like a military commander," Jenna said rolling her eyes.
"Drop and give me twenty!"
"Very funny. I just don't know if this is the right time to start making him jealous. Everything is so easy and good between us right now..."
"Is that what you want? A cordial relationship that's easy and good? Or do you want a sizzling hot rekindling of your passionate love affair?"
"Well, when you put it that way..."
"Good. It's settled. I'll call Frank tonight and we'll get the ball rolling."
"Exactly what are we doing?"
"Frank will have it covered. You just answer the call," she said rubbing her hands together.
"You should've been a secret agent.”
"There's still time..."
The two women parted ways while Jenna went into the house to pack and cook dinner. The next couple of days were filled with packing, and she didn't really see Kyle. He seemed to be busy working, and she was glad to get a little distance. Their emotional connection had always been strong, and time had done nothing to lessen that.
The most unique part of the
ir relationship had been the one that Jenna never told anyone. When she met Kyle, she was a virgin, and when she broke up with Kyle she was still a virgin. As hard as it was for most people to believe, she'd made a decision very young to stay "pure" until marriage. Kyle, a red blooded American male by every account, had respected her in that. They came close to breaking that pact a few times, but he'd always stopped himself.
Once she asked him why he was agreeing to wait for her to be ready and he'd said, "Don't you know, Jenna? The best things in life are worth waiting for and you're the best thing in my life." She'd almost jumped on him then.
She swore that part of the hurt in his eyes when she'd left was knowing the fact that some other man would have her in his bed. That he'd waited for nothing. It made her sick to her stomach that she'd given herself to Nick, although Kaitlyn had been the one good thing that came from that.
Nick didn't wait for her. But she didn't like to talk about that.
Today was the day Kyle had been waiting for. Jenna and Kaitlyn were officially moving in. Thankfully, they were out on break, so Kaitlyn could make a clean transition to her new school after a week-long vacation from school.
Most of their boxes had been transported to his house, and amazingly they had unpacked the majority of them. His cleaning and rehab crews were going to assess the old house tomorrow.
"Welcome home," Kyle said to Jenna and Kaitlyn as they walked into the house. The little girl hadn't seen it before, and she was mesmerized by all of the glass windows looking out over the beach.
"Can I walk outside?" she asked, pressing her hands together and grinning.
"Sure. Just don't get in the water," Jenna said. She and Kyle stood on the deck and watched as Kaitlyn ran all over the beach picking up seashells.
"She's going to love it here," he said.
"Yeah. I just hope..."
"What?"
"That she isn't too devastated when we have to leave."
"Let's not think about that right now," he said, knocking his shoulder into hers. "One day at a time."
"Right. One day at a time," she said nodding.
"So, what would you like for dinner?"
"Hmmm... Whatcha got?"
"Well, I was thinking some steaks on the grill, baked potatoes, salad."
"Yum. That sounds delicious after a long day of moving."
"Great. I'll go start marinating the steaks. Why don't you and Kaitlyn get settled into your rooms?"
Jenna called Kaitlyn up and took her to their rooms. As usual, Kaitlyn was thrilled with her new digs and ran downstairs to tell Kyle all about it.
"Mr. Kyle! Mr. Kyle!" she yelled as she ran downstairs. It occurred to Kyle that he'd never heard a child’s voice in his house before.
"Yes, ma'am?" he said, picking her up and placing her on the counter.
"I love my room!" she squealed. Jenna came downstairs behind her and smiled at him.
"What?" he asked.
"When did you find time to paint it pink?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
"Yesterday," he admitted. "Surprise."
"It is so pretty! I can't believe how far I can see out my window. When will Snickers come by?"
"Tomorrow. Usually around seven in the morning, so you have to be ready."
"Got it! I'll go set my alarm," she said as she jumped down and ran back upstairs.
"Wow, she's mighty excited," he said laughing as he went back to preparing the baked potatoes.
"Can I help with something?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, you make a mean pitcher of sweet tea, don't you?"
"You remember well.”
"Hard to forget."
The words slipped out before he could stop them, and he knew he had to stop doing that. He couldn't lead her to believe they had a future when they didn't.
"Is that your phone ringing?" he asked a moment later as she was pulling tea bags out of the box.
"I think it is," she said as she scurried to her purse and dug her phone from the bottom.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Frank! So nice to hear from you again! Lunch tomorrow? Sure, it's a date. How about noon? Great, I'll be ready."
"Big plans tomorrow?"
"First date," she mumbled as she tried not to make eye contact. Becca's idea was in full swing, but she was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
"Ah, I see. Good luck," he said all the while feeling like a dagger was jabbing through his skull. "And Kaitlyn?"
"Oh, I can take her to stay with Becca in the morning."
"Nah. No need. I'll be glad to keep her. I was planning to take her kite flying on the beach tomorrow anyway."
"Great. I just don't want you to ever feel like I'm using you as a babysitter or anything..."
"I can't always keep her, of course, but when I can I don't mind. She's a great kid."
"That she is," Jenna said as she poured hot water from the microwave over the tea bags. "So, do you date much these days?"
The tension floating through the air could have been cut with one of his dullest kitchen knives.
"Not lately, but I have dated in the past, of course."
"Of course. Anyone special?" she asked, nonchalantly.
"Do we really want to go there, Jenna?"
"I'd just like to know you were okay, Kyle."
"What does that mean?"
"That you were okay without me."
"I was never okay without you," he said, without thinking as he rolled the potatoes in aluminum foil. "I mean..."
"What?" she asked as she slid closer to him and turned to look at his face.
"I don't know what I mean. Can we just stop talking about all of this? It's in the past, for God's sake!" he said, slamming the roll of foil on the counter and storming out onto the deck. Running his fingers through his dark hair, he wondered how a woman could be so incredibly tempting and aggravating at the same time.
"Kyle..." she said softly as she followed him outside.
"Please, just give me a moment okay?" he said without turning around.
"Okay. I'll just finish up the tea."
"No, wait." Why couldn't he make up his mind? He turned around, and Jenna stood there waiting for an answer. "This is hard."
"I know it is."
"I don't know how to act around you. One part of me wants to swoop you into my arms and kiss you like you've never been kissed before. The other part of me wants to pick you up and throw you into that ocean over there for leaving me."
"Which part will win?" she asked smiling slightly.
"Neither. The part in the middle, the tiny logical part of my mind, is saying to be your friend. That's what I'm trying desperately to do."
"And do you think we can do that? I mean really?" she asked quietly as she walked toward him.
"I don't know..." he started to say before Kaitlyn came running outside.
"I think I see a sailboat!" she yelled as she ran toward the water.
"Moment broken," he said with a nervous laugh. "Better get back to those potatoes."
As he walked inside, leaving Jenna to tend to Kaitlyn, he wished he could take a cold shower.
Jenna took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She adored Kaitlyn, but right now she could ring her neck for interrupting their conversation. What was he about to say?
The moment was over, and Kaitlyn monopolized the next few hours as children normally did. They ate dinner, laughed at her silly jokes and had ice cream on the beach. By nine o'clock, Kaitlyn was fast asleep on the sofa.
"She's all tuckered out, huh?" Kyle said as he walked into the living room where Jenna was pinned under Kaitlyn's legs.
"Yes. She played hard today for sure."
"Let me carry her up."
"You don't have to do that... " she said, but Kyle had already scooped her up like a baby and started toward the stairs. Watching him walk her up to her room and tuck her into bed like he was her father almost brought Jenna to tears. How she had longed for a family with Kyle, and now he was tu
cking in another man's child. She should have been his.
They tiptoed out of the room and back downstairs.
"Care for some wine?" he asked. She was starting to feel like she was on an extended date.
"Sure. But you know you don't have to entertain me every night while I'm here. I don't want to interfere with whatever you'd normally be doing."
"Hmmm... Interfering with my nightly television watching and scratching myself?"
Jenna started laughing and almost dropped the glass of wine he'd handed her. "I forgot how funny you are, Kyle Parker."
"Let's sit outside. It's a beautiful night," he said as they walked onto the deck. Jenna took a seat in one of the lounge chairs as Kyle scooted his next to hers. They both stared out at the waves crashing to shore in the distance.
"Kyle, I need to say something. Get something off my chest."
"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good."
"It's been bothering me for years..."
"Okay, out with it."
"You know how I was when we dated..."
"How you were?"
"A virgin," she whispered as if someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Yes, I vaguely remember that," he said with a sly grin.
"I need to apologize about that. You waited for me for five long years, and then I ran off with a guy who had no intentions of waiting. I feel like I gave something away that wasn't mine to give."
"What? Of course it was yours to give, Jenna. I wasn't entitled to your virginity.”
"I think you deserved it, though. Nick didn't."
"Did you sleep with him before you got married?"
"Yes. About two weeks after I met him, actually."
"What?" Kyle asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
"It's not what you think, Kyle. I didn't want to."
"He forced you?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes. We were at a party at college, alcohol was involved. He knew I was waiting, and that I had waited the whole time I dated you. He only waited until I was too drunk to say no and then he took his chance."
"Oh, my God..." Kyle stood up and gripped the deck railing. She could tell he was ready to snap it in half.
"It's okay... "
"No, it's not okay! No one was supposed to treat you that way. You were like a prize to me, Jenna. A breakable, beautiful vase that was worth sitting on the shelf and staring at. You were worth the wait, and I would have waited an eternity for you if that was what it took. If that idiot was here right now... "
