If he wasn’t answering my texts, I didn’t know what the hell to think. First the odd call from my commanding officer, and now I was being ignored by a man who had previously needed me to hold his hand all this time. These were not good things. I knew it—even if I had no clue what the hell was going on in my life lately.
The bathroom door opened, and I stood up, tugging on my suit jacket as I turned to face her. I was about to ask her if she’d heard from her father, but then I turned around, and she stole the words right off the tip of my tongue. She took my breath away with her beauty, and it would never cease to amaze me how much of an effect she had on me.
I’d told her to wear a dress because we were going out somewhere nice, and she’d pulled out all the stops. She wore a dark purple dress that I suspected might melt if I touched it, it looked that soft. It clung to her body perfectly, highlighting everything that made her…well, her.
She topped it off with her long, red hair cascading down her back, just enough makeup to bring out her gorgeous blue eyes I loved so much, and a pair of black heels that would be over my shoulders by the end of the night if I had anything to say about it.
I didn’t know whether to drool, throw her on the bed and hide her from the world, or take her out for all to see. The old me would’ve hidden her. Kept her to myself selfishly. But the new me? The me I was trying to be for her?
Not so much.
“You look beautiful,” I managed to say through my tight throat and the even tighter tie. “Really fucking beautiful.”
She dipped her gaze over me, her eyes lighting up in that way that told me she liked what she saw. “Dude. You look hot all dressed up. Like, really hot. I never thought I’d prefer you in something besides a pair of board shorts and a bare chest, but hel-lo.”
I grinned, but my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I’d been right. This is what she wanted from me, even if she didn’t know it yet. “If you like it, then you’ll get it anytime you want.”
“I’ll take both versions of you, please,” she said, grinning. She ran her hands over my shoulders, smoothing my jacket. “I never thought I’d see you in one of these. It’s blowing my mind.”
I forced a smile. “I wear them for work all the time, Ginger.”
“I know.” Her hands fell back to her sides and her smile faded. “Is something wrong? You seem…upset or something. Different.”
That’s because I feel different right now. I shook my head and continued smiling, wanting nothing more than a shot of some hard liquor right now. “No. Nothing’s wrong. You ready to go?”
“Sure.” She started to grab her helmet, but I tugged her away. “Fancy people don’t ride motorcycles. They take limos.”
Her eyes went wide. “Limos? Seriously?”
I tried to read the expression in her eyes, but I couldn’t tell if she was pleased by my surprise. I knew she was trying to get away from the life of glamour and glitz, but I needed to prove to her, and maybe myself, that I could do this. That I could thrive in her world, even if I wasn’t so sure I could.
I opened the door for her. “That’s what you ride back home, right?”
“If we’re going to some sort of event?” She walked past me, her grip on her purse firm. “Sure. All the time.”
I closed the door behind us and locked it. “We’re going to an event. A date. Kind of our first date, I guess.”
“You didn’t have to…” She trailed off and stopped walking halfway down the stairs. “Oh my God. Is that…?”
When she didn’t finish, I cleared my throat. “The same type of car you use back home? Yes.”
“Wow,” she said, her voice strung tight.
She wasn’t happy with my surprise. It only seemed to solidify my belief that I didn’t belong in her world. I tugged on my hair and eyed her. “We can cancel this whole thing if you want. Take the bike and go to Islands or something.”
She pressed her lips together. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Come on.”
Deep in the back of my mind, I wondered if she was trying to picture me sitting in a fancy restaurant and not meshing the Finn she knew with the Finn I needed to be. Maybe that’s why she looked as if I was torturing her instead of taking her out.
I urged her along, using my hand pressed against her lower back to propel her along. The sooner we got this date over with and I made her happy, the better. Then we could come back home, shed our clothes, and maybe share a cold drink over some good old-fashioned American television. Maybe some football, if I could find a game.
Man. I couldn’t wait for that.
The driver opened the back for us, and I helped her inside. After following her, I settled into my seat and reached for the stocked bar. I poured myself a hefty dose of whiskey. Thank God they had the good stuff in here.
I took a long draught and reclined in the seat. When I looked at Carrie, she was watching me with narrowed eyes. I froze with the glass pressed to my lips. “What?”
“Why are we even doing this? You look miserable.”
That’s because I am. But it wasn’t her fault. It was my own. I’d done this to myself, and I would damn well suffer through it with a grin on my face. “I’m taking the woman I love out on a date. How could I be miserable?”
She eyed me. “I don’t know, but something’s off. What is it? Is it the suit?”
How could she read me so fucking well? “No. I’m fine, Ginger.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
I gritted my teeth. “Drop it. Kick back and enjoy the date, okay? Stop worrying about everything so damn much and relax.”
Her eyes flashed at me. I’d gone and pissed her off now. “No, I’m not going to relax. Something’s wrong and you’re not telling me what it is,” she insisted, her eyes flashing with determination. “Just tell me why you’re being all pissy and we can fix it.”
“Jesus, Carrie. We can’t fix everything with a conversation,” I snapped.
She blinked at me, her cheeks flushed with color. “You’re being a jerk,” she said, her voice soft. “I don’t like it.”
Immediately, shame rushed through me fast and hard and relentless. I was yelling at her when I was supposed to be showing her a good time. Being a good fucking boyfriend. I dragged a hand through my hair and forced a smile. “I’m sorry. That was mean. I’m just…tired and stressed out. Maybe I should have had another cup of coffee tonight.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said, her voice small and hurt. “You’re not being yourself right now, and it has nothing to do with coffee.”
Something snapped inside me, and I replied without thinking. “You’re damned right I’m not, because right now I’m realizing that this is the me I’m going to have to be from now on. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it much, but now it’s the only thing I can think about.” I finished the last of the whiskey and grabbed the bottle for some more. I could feel her watching me the whole time. “I used to attend these damn balls and galas, but I stood in the shadows, where no one saw me. Now when I go? I’ll be judged…and more than likely found lacking.”
“Welcome to my world.”
I slapped my hand on my knee. “I didn’t know it would be mine, too. I didn’t know…” I fought for the right words, but nothing came. “I didn’t know, okay?”
She looked confused. Her nose wrinkled up and she looked at me as if she didn’t even recognize me. “I didn’t ask you to dress up for me or to stand in the spotlight. You don’t even have to go with me when I go to those things. And I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, so don’t act like I would.”
That might be true for now. But what if we got married? Had kids? The likelihood of me being off in the background was slim to none. People would want to know all about me—all about us. I couldn’t let her down.
“But don’t you see?” I splayed my arms. “I’ll do it for you, damn it. To make you happy.”
“This isn’t you. It’s not us.” She motioned at me, then the limo. “We don’t
dress like this, and we don’t scream at each other in a limo. And it’s not making me freaking happy.”
“But you want it to be us.” I took a long drink, welcoming the burning sensation, and pointed my glass at her. “You do. Admit it.”
“What?” She paled, but her curled hands twitched in her lap as if she was considering hitting me. I deserved it. “Why would you say that? I’ve never—”
“I asked you on a date, and you got all excited about fancy dresses and limos and all that shit. You know where I wanted to go? Islands. Burgers and shakes. And as you so aptly pointed out—I like them. I’m that kind of guy.”
“And I like that guy. Actually, I love him,” she said, her eyes narrow on me. “But I’ll be honest. This guy?” She gestured toward me and the bar. “I don’t like him very much.”
I sat up straight and finished my drink, then set it down a little too hard. Maybe I’d had too much too fast. “Yeah, well, it’s the guy you’re going to be stuck with, so get used to it. I’d have been just as happy eating at a burger joint.”
“So we should’ve gone there,” she snapped. I knew she was angry with me now. Knew I’d gone and ruined everything. Hurt her. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself from lashing out at her. “You don’t have to take me out to an expensive restaurant to make me happy. God. You should know that by now.”
“Should I? I don’t think so.” I grabbed her hands, trying to entwine my fingers with hers, but she didn’t uncurl her fists. “The girl I know surfs and goes to soup kitchens and isn’t afraid to get dirty. The girl I know loves McDonald’s and Islands and doesn’t care about tuxes and dresses.”
She snatched her hands back. “Yeah, and that’s still me. Fancy dresses don’t change what’s underneath.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I sighed and shut my eyes for a second, trying to find the right words to make her understand what I was thinking. When I opened them, she looked at me as if I’d killed her puppy in front of her and then served him up for dinner. “Look, I’ve been thinking, and—”
“Oh my God.” She scooted into the corner of the limo, her lower lip quivering. “Are you…are you breaking up with me? Already?”
My mind whirled at that. “What? No.”
She took a shaky breath. “You scared the heck out of me. Never start a fight and then say, ‘I’ve been thinking’ ever again.” She smacked my arm hard, then did it again even harder. “Got it, love? And also? Don’t take me on dates you’re going to hate. That’s not my idea of a fun time, for future reference.”
“Fine. But tell me one thing, Ginger,” I said, emphasizing the nickname in the same sarcastic way she’d done to me. “Why can’t you admit you fucking wanted this date and stop acting like you don’t? Why can’t you admit you want suits and jewelry and limos? Why can’t you admit who you are?”
She threw her hands up. “Okay, maybe I did want it for one night. Jeez, is that so bad? Does that warrant you yelling at me and acting like an alcoholic because you’re forced to go out with me?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I looked out the window, trying to regain the calm I’d lost the second we’d started arguing. I’d been trying to tell her I had to change and would—but that it wasn’t easy for me. And now we were in each other’s faces screaming about shit that didn’t matter. “I had two drinks. Two. Drinks.”
“In three seconds,” she snapped. “Why can’t you admit that?”
I snorted. “When you’re old enough to drink, you can lecture me about my drinking habits. Until then? Not so much. You’re barely more than a baby as it is. You can grow the fuck up before you judge me.”
She stiffened. “Excuse me?”
I swallowed hard, realizing I was being a complete ass. I was a failure and I was only making it worse with every word I said. How had we gotten here, and how the hell did we get out of this train wreck of a night? “Shit. This is getting out of hand. Maybe we should stop talking now.”
“Yeah. Maybe we should. And maybe this whole date thing was a horrible idea,” she agreed, her voice shaking. She jammed her finger into the button for the intercom, speaking to the driver directly and ignoring me. “Change of plans. Take me to the dorms at the University of—”
I zoned out as she gave her instructions, my head making a hollow ocean sound. How many chances would I get before she said the hell with me and moved on? I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and tried to fix the fucking mess I’d made by opening my mouth in the first place. “Carrie, look. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—”
She shot me the death glare from hell. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I’d storm off right now if you wouldn’t follow me because you have to because it’s your job. This is a fight, and we’ll get through it. But right now? This date? We’re done. We’re so freaking done.”
My heart lurched and I scrambled to grab her hands. She jerked out of my reach and gave me a look that froze me in my tracks. She’d never looked at me with such…disappointment. Not even when she’d found out who I really was.
I swallowed past the crippling guilt trying to kill me. “Please, don’t go. We can go back home and talk. There’s nothing we can’t work through without—”
The limo stopped and she shot me a dark look. “Conversations don’t fix everything,” she threw back in my face.
She opened the door and got out, and I scooted after her. “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean any of this. I was just trying to explain how I feel.”
“Well, you suck at explaining feelings.” She stopped walking and scowled at me. “Tonight you’re not my boyfriend. You’re my bodyguard. So watch me go inside so you know I made it home safe—and then leave me alone. It’s your job, right?”
I bit my tongue from lashing out at her. I didn’t want to keep fighting, damn it. I wanted to fix this. “Are you always going to throw that in my face every time we fight?”
Shit. I hadn’t bitten hard enough.
“Yeah. Maybe. Or, at least, I will until I grow up.”
She stormed off, and I watched her go, knowing I was a fucking idiot for taking what should have been a great night and turning it into an awful memory.
As if we didn’t have enough of those already.
I stomped my way upstairs and made it to my room in record time. I hadn’t slept in this room since the night before Finn and I got back together, and I really didn’t want to be here now. I don’t know what had happened out there, but it had escalated really, really fast. Like, supersonic speed fast.
I unlocked the door and shut it behind me, breathing heavily. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to cry. Refusing to let this get to me. We had enough crap going on right now, and then we had to go and ruin what should have been a date night with anger and shouting. What was wrong with us that we couldn’t gain some sort of equilibrium where there wasn’t something wrong all the time?
I smacked the door behind me with my open palm so hard it made my hand sting and ache. “Goddamn it all to hell.”
“Uh, Carrie?” Marie asked, her voice quiet. “You okay over there?”
I opened my eyes and quickly located her. She sat at the table with her books open. She had her long platinum blonde hair in a sloppy bun, and black glasses perched on her perfect nose that only brought out her bright eyes even more. The irony of Marie home studying while I was out with a guy struck home as it well should.
That’s probably what I should have been doing instead of fighting with Finn.
“Not really,” I managed to say before I broke down and burst into tears. I quickly covered my face, trying to hide myself from her and the world. I didn’t do this. Didn’t cry in front of people. What had happened to me lately? “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh,” Marie said. I heard a shuffling sound and then her arms were around me. “Don’t apologize. Just cry if you need to.”
I took a gulping breath and sobbed into her shoulder, holding on to her as if she was the only thing keeping me afloat in th
e middle of the ocean. This whole situation was ridiculous, because we weren’t even close, really, and yet I was crying all over her. By the time I finished, she was soaked and I was embarrassed more than words could say.
I pulled back and she hugged me tighter, not letting me go. “Give it another second. You might not be done yet.”
I swiped my hands under my eyes and laughed nervously, feeling like a complete idiot. “I’m good.”
“Okay.” Marie let go of me and backed up a few steps, her lips pursed as she studied me through her glasses. “Now tell me what happened.”
“I…well…” I broke off, not sure where to start or what to say. Or how much of it to say. “I got in a fight with my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Her eyes narrowed. “Who is he?”
“No one you know. He doesn’t go here.” I waved a hand. “It’s not important. He might be leaving soon, and we tried to have a romantic night, but we got in a fight.”
“Where’s he going?”
I swallowed hard. Call me crazy, but I wasn’t ready to trust her with all my juicy secrets. We barely talked aside from the pleasantries most roommates shared such as “I’ll be out late tonight” or “I’m bringing a guy home.”
I met her eyes. “His work might be sending him away.”
“Oh, that sucks.” She nodded. “I dated a guy once who was a drummer in a band. It was right when we moved out here for school. He was never around, and when he was, all he wanted was sex. We never even talked, really. It took me a little while to realize I was nothing but a convenience for him when he was in town. He probably had one of me in every city his band played.”
Marie pressed her lips together, looking angry at the memory. I reached out and squeezed her hand reassuringly. “He sounds like a real jerk.”
“He was.” Marie gave me a small smile. “Is that how your guy is?”
“No. He’s…he’s great,” I said, my voice breaking. “That’s why I have no idea what the heck happened tonight. One second he was fine, and the next he was yelling and being nasty. I’ve never seen him like that.”
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