by Claire Adams
“Don't distract me.”
I laid a sandwich beside her and watched as she picked it up and took a bite. She nodded in appreciation and then went straight back to work. I finished my plans, called Ryan, and started dinner while she did. I’d seen people that could ignore everything around them, but she was a pro.
“You hear anything I just said to you?” I asked.
“Yes. Salad. Tuna steaks. Ready in fifteen minutes,” she repeated, never looking at me, but I saw her smile as she continued to work.
I pulled the last piece of tuna off the grill and turned to find her sitting in the chair, watching me.
“You really should wear a shirt more often.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“I haven't had one on all day.”
“I know, and that's why I have had to completely ignore you.” She smirked before standing and taking the plate from my hands.
“So, if I don't wear a shirt, it increases my chances of getting laid?” I crowded her against the countertop, and she giggled.
“Your chances are always in the very high nineties, shirt or no shirt. Just flash those baby blues and drag that beard across my skin, and I'm done.” She laughed.
“Noted,” I laughed and nuzzled her neck.
She plated the food while I poured us wine, and we met at the table sitting down and chatting about nothing.
“I should have this done in the next day or so. It is amazing to me that this research didn't take longer than it did. I had enough grant money to keep me going for another four months.”
“So, you are almost done?”
“For the most part.” She smiled. “I have plenty of time on the lease, so I think I am going to try and do some work from here for a while. Granddad will be back in the office more now that the doctor cleared him for full-time work, but he did tell me that January first, the company is mine to do what I want to with,” she said nonchalantly.
“That's great.” I wanted to be excited, but a time stamp being placed on us made me a little weary.
“I think so.” She looked up from her plate, cocked her head to the side, and studied me.
“We can make this work, Luke. I know that long distance isn't necessarily something that you want or I want for that matter, but I don't see flushing this when it's only an hour or so. It's not like I'm moving back to Maine.” She sat her fork down and lifted her wine glass. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I hope so.” I smiled then tipped my wine glass toward hers.
We cleaned the kitchen, and then went out on the porch, drank coffee, and just enjoyed the sound of the soft rain as it fell. There were moments that I knew I would always remember, and this was one.
***
I was yanked from sleep by a crash outside. I jumped from the bed and rushed down the stairs. Grabbing my shotgun that was perched by the door. The door to my workshop was swinging open by one hinge and the garage door was pushed in. I slowly made my way over to the door poking my head in to make sure it wasn't a bear. I didn't see anything, so I flipped the light. The table that I had been working on was broken, my ax was on the floor with most of my other tools. I looked around but didn't see anything that was scratched like a bear had broken the door. It looked as if someone had done this.
“Luke?” I jerked as Emmy walked into the shop, her hand covering her mouth. “What happened?” She asked as her hand slid to her throat.
“I don't know, maybe a bear?” I didn't want to scare her, but I needed to figure out what had happened. “Let's go back inside. It may still be close.” I pushed her out of the shop and across the yard toward the door. “Stay here.” I said as I walked out the front and jumped in my truck. I backed it as close to the building as I could, trying to block off the door. I didn't want anyone taking anything out of there if I could help it. The machinery was expensive, and with me giving Ryan all of my winnings from the season to buy the other half of the house, I didn't have the money to replace any of it. I pulled Emmy close to me when I finally got back in the bed, and she snuggled in close. I kissed her neck and then laid there trying to figure out what had happened.
***
“Can you come out here today?” I asked Ryan when he answered the phone.
“Good morning, honey.” His voice was gravely with sleep.
“Someone broke into the shop last night.”
“Wait, what?” He asked his voice a little clearer.
“If it was a bear, it had really dull claws because there isn't a scratch anywhere in or on the building.”
“Why would someone break into your shop?”
“I don't know.” I said.
“Yeah, give me an hour, and I'll be out there. I kinda miss breakfast with you, pookie.” I could hear him laughing as he took the phone away from his ear.
I pulled the truck away from the door while I waited for Ryan. Emmy was at the kitchen table with her laptop open, coffee in hand. She had asked if I wanted help, but honestly, I needed to see if I could salvage the table. The garage door on the front was ruined, and I couldn't get it open. I was beating it back out with a hammer when Ryan arrived.
“Shit,” he said when he walked in the door.
“Yeah.” It was all I could say. The table had been almost complete, and now I would have to start over.
“I don't think this was a bear.” he shook his head.
“I don't either. But who?”
“Maybe a drifter looking for easy money? You have a hundred grand in tools out here.”
“But who would know that?”
“Your address is on your card. Maybe it got into the wrong hands.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged and then went back to tapping the door back out so I could at least get it open.
“I've got breakfast ready for you guys.” Emmy said as she walked toward us.
“An angel she is.” Ryan kissed the top of her head then headed toward the house.
“I didn't realize it was this bad.” She looked over the damage.
“It wasn’t a bear. I think someone tried to steal my tools.”
“Oh no.” She frowned.
“I guess I'll have to figure out some kind of alarm system for out here.”
“I'm sorry, Luke.” she reached her arms around me and hugged me to her.
When we made it back into the house, Ryan was coming out of the bathroom.
“Breakfast looks great,” Ryan said as Emmy made him a plate and handed it to him.
“Thanks.” I kissed the side of her head, grabbed the plate she handed me, and then headed toward the table. Ryan was looking at her laptop when she walked over.
“That looks like Chinese.” He pointed.
“It's, in fact, English.” She laughed.
“Well, it must be smart people English ‘cause this dumb country boy has no idea what any of that means.” I watched as she pointed at the screen and would look at Ryan waiting on him to nod his understanding. This continued until Ryan was completely engrossed in what she was talking about.
“But we don't get a lot of sun here. Hello, Oregon,” he laughed.
“There are other sources of energy,” she explained. “We also use wind turbines. Two wind turbines could power this whole town if they’re big enough.”
“They are kinda ugly though,” Ryan pointed out.
“That may be true, but what if your power bill was say twelve bucks a month instead of two hundred?”
“I would say put the ugly fuckers everywhere,” Ryan said seriously, making me and Emmy laugh. Ryan and I continue to work in the shop trying to clean up the mess, and Emmy disappeared into her side of the house. When I went looking for her, she was cleaning. Her hair was up, and she had on a tank top. She was singing into her dusting wand and dancing around her small living room. I leaned in the doorframe and watched her for a few minutes. She startled when she turned and saw me.
“I think that may have been the best rendition of Pat Benetar I have ever heard.” I smiled around my words as I wal
ked over to her. “We’re almost done and thought maybe we’d go eat at the diner in town tonight. Ryan invited Cindy.”
“Ohhh, I get to meet her?” she purred.
“Appears so.” I leaned in and pulled her to me.
“I really need to get this house clean. When are we leaving?”
“I told Ryan we would meet him around seven.”
She looked over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. She pulled away and turned back to the table she had been dusting.
“That gives me plenty of time. I already did the work, I needed to get done today so I may have a long soak in the tub.” She winked at me and then continued to clean.
“The sheriff is coming by in a little bit to check things out.”
“You already cleaned everything up.” She turned looking at me again.
“I don't think we will find who broke in or what broke in, so I just wanted someone official to see it.”
“Oh, okay.” She pushed her ear bud back in her ear and turned away from me. I reached for her, pulled her against me, and kissed her passionately then turned and left her panting.
“Not cool, Luke Lawson!” She called out after me.
I grinned.
Chapter 38
Emerson
Luke appeared at my door at six fifteen to pick me up for our date. Even though it was a double date, it was the first real date we had ever been on. I had worked all afternoon to get my house in order and then hopped in the shower to get ready. I straightened my hair and then put soft waves in it. I put on my normal makeup and then smoked my eyes a little darker than usual. I pulled a soft cotton dress over my head and matched it with a pair of strappy brown sandals. Luke’s mouth dropped open when he saw me.
“You look amazing.” He followed the neckline of my dress down over the swell of my breasts and then back up to my face.
“I clean up nice.” I smiled.
“You look even better in nothing.” He winked then kissed me softly and escorted me to the truck.
We arrived at the diner before Ryan and Cindy and found a booth.
An older woman came toward our table.
“You must be Emmy,” she smiled down at me.
I looked at Luke in confusion.
“Oh, dear, he talks about you all the time. It makes this little old lady’s day to hear about it.” She pulled a pad from the pocket of her apron and looked at Luke.
“This is Ethel.” He introduced me.
“Oh, my manners. He must not talk about me much.” She laughed.
“It’s nice to meet you, Ethel,” I replied then she went about taking our drink orders.
“What are you doing here so late?” Luke asked her.
“Ryan told me he was bringing his friend in for dinner, so I switched shifts, so I could meet her. Not like this happens every day.”
“Good point,” Luke chuckled.
“Glad I got to meet yours, too.” Ethel smiled at me and then walked away from the table.
Ryan walked in a few minutes later with a raven-haired girl. She was small beside him but had a fierceness in her eyes.
“Cindy.” Luke gave her a half hug then turned to me.
“Emmy,” she smiled and then looked back at Luke. “I know all about Emmy.” She chuckled and then slid into the booth as Ryan turned back toward the table.
“Cindy, this is Emmy.” Ryan introduced as he slid in beside her.
She smiled up at him and then turned back to Luke and I.
“So, tell me the truth because I'm not sure Ryan is always honest with me. I need the truth about you two.” She pointed between us, and in that moment, I liked her.
“There isn't much to tell.” Luke smiled down at me.
“Yeah, right.” She giggles. “I've known you for a long time, Luke Lawson, and I have never seen you look at a woman then way you looked at her.”
“Well, she is pretty great,” Ryan chirped beside her.
“Really?” Cindy looked at him, and he shrank in the booth. For one, I had never seen Ryan shrink away from anyone, and two she seemed to be exactly what Ryan needed. Ryan reached over and took her hand, and they disappeared under the table. She gave him a sly smile.
“We worked hard to make this happen.” Luke leaned over and kissed the side of my head.
I could see her following Luke’s movements, suddenly realizing that she wanted that with Ryan.
I kicked Ryan under the table, and he jerked his head up and looked between Luke and me. I smiled and darted my eyes toward Cindy whose face was in her menu. Ryan reached around her and pulled her closer, and I saw the smile spread across her face. I winked at him, and he nodded. He just needed a little direction.
“You trying to make sure he does things right?” Luke whispered in my ear.
“He is on the right road, he just isn't you.” I leaned into Luke. I could tell Ryan liked her, and that it was more than just sex for him, even if he wouldn't admit it. After dinner, I grabbed Ryan in a hug and whispered in his ear. “Bring her to Portland for my grandfather’s cookout, also open doors and touch her in non-sexual ways. I like her.”
His deep chuckle rumbled as we separated.
“It was so nice to meet you,” I hugged Cindy loosely. Ryan took her hand and led her to his truck and opened the door, helping her in. Once she was seated in the truck, he leaned in, kissed the side of her head, and closed the door. I knew then that she was different and Ryan cared about her more that he wanted to admit.
“How long have they been seeing each other?” I asked as I leaned back into Luke’s arms.
“Almost eight years. It started not long after high school.”
I looked at him over my shoulder and sighed. “She’s crazy.”
“About him, yes.” He tugged me closer.
“I would say so.”
Chapter 39
Luke
I was putting the last cooler in the truck as Ryan pulled up. He walked around the front of the truck and went to open the door to help Cindy out. He lifted his blue cooler from the bed of the truck and walked over and put in the back of Emmy’s.
“You guys ready?” Emmy asked as she walked out of the door.
“Yes.” Ryan slinked his arm over Cindy’s shoulders, tugging her against him. Her soft smile was telling, and I was convinced then that Ryan was a goner. He had changed in a matter of weeks. Having thought it was impossible, I was happy for him.
We all had a great conversation on the drive to Emmy’s grandparents’ house.
“There's my girl.” Emmy’s grandfather pulled her against him.
“Hey, Granddad.” She smiled as her arms went around him. When he released her, she stepped into her grandmother's arms. When she pulled away, she reached her hand out to me, and I grabbed it, stepping forward.
“This is Luke. Luke, this is my granddad, Harlan Myers. And my Mimi, Amelia Myers.” She smiled at me then turned back to her grandparents.
“It's nice to meet you, sir.” I took his outstretched hand and shook it, then turned to her grandmother. “And nice to meet you, ma’am.”
Emmy then introduced Ryan and Cindy. When the introductions were done, we followed them to the back of the house. When we walked out of the back door, it was like walking into a paradise that didn't belong into the pacific northwest. There were palm trees surrounding a large inground pool and a built-in grill and bar. The man standing with his back to us at the grill made every part of my body shift. Chris looked over his shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. He put the cooking utensils down and walked over to us. Ryan stepped to my side, and I tried my best to keep myself in check.
“Hey Emmy. It's good to see you.” He moved toward her, but she stepped away and closer to me.
“Ryan. Luke,” he said and then looked back at her.
“I didn't realize you knew each other,” Emmy’s granddad said.
“We compete together,” Chris explained.
“Together would be a stretch,” Ryan spoke up.
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“Luke won it all this season,” Emmy announced and smiled at me.
Her grandfather’s eyes widened. “That's amazing, son. Congratulations.” He slapped me on the shoulder. “Now, let's get this party started.” He smiled then turned away and walked toward the house. We settled at a table near the house, and I can't say I was comfortable, but I did my best to relax and enjoy everything that was going on.
“The fireworks will shoot from that direction.” Emmy pointed toward the river. I looked over her shoulder at the kids that were splashing in the pool. I was also looking to see where Chris was, but I was trying my best to keep him out of my mind.
“I didn't know he would be here. He was supposed to be in Seattle.” Her words brought my attention back to her.
“It's fine.” I shrugged.
“It really isn't, and I'll talk to my grandfather about him next week.”
“You don't have to do that. As long as he knows where we stand, then it should all be good.”
“There’s more to it though. I want Granddad to know how deceitful he was.”
I nodded. “Up to you, babe. But as long as we are a we, then I don't really care what he does or says.”
Ryan and Cindy decided to get in the pool as night creeped in on us. They were kissing and just enjoying the closeness hidden by dusk.
“They are so cute,” Emmy smiled as she stood and kissed my cheek. “I'll be back, I'm going to hit the restroom and then make a quick visitation round.” She walked away, and I watched her as she disappeared into the house. Her grandfather wandered over to our table and pulled a chair out sitting and looking over at me.
“When her father left, a piece of her seemed to leave along with him. I see that piece being filled by you.” He took a sip of his drink and sat it on the table, leaning back into the chair. “I see so much of myself in her, and I don't want to see her hurt.”
“That will never be my intention, sir.” I said as I watched his face.
“She means the world to me,” he looked over at me.
