by Ana Sparks
My heart skipped. I coughed, my mouth suddenly dry, and answered. “Are you asking me on a date?”
Joel raised his brows. “I suppose you could call it that.”
“She would love to go on a date with you!” Mom burst out.
I'd forgotten that she was there for a moment. It had been only Joel and I, with the rest of the room so out of focus that it might as well have not existed.
“Mom!” I hissed. “Can you not?”
She made the motion of zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the key, though I doubted that would stick. If Betty Redfield wanted to meddle, she would meddle. If she wanted to chat, she'd chat. I suspected that unrelenting attitude was how she'd gotten my father, quiet man that he was, to marry her. They loved each other, sure, but I doubted that my Dad had had much say in their initial courtship.
I turned my attention back to Joel and gave him a warm smile. “I'd love to go on a date with you.”
He nodded, eyes filling with clear relief. “Good.” He handed the beer back to my father. “Sorry, Andrew, I've gotta run. Megan, I’ll pick you up at seven?”
He was walking toward me, and I barely had time to nod in acquiescence before his lips pressed against mine. It was a brief kiss, and the whole time, my mother hummed in the background. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark with lust, and I bit my lip nervously, savoring the feel of his kiss.
“I'm sorry,” he said. “I couldn't wait another second.” Then, he turned for the door and left. “I'll see you at seven!”
By the time the door was closed, my sister was already shaking me. “Oh my God! This is big! Huge! He came all the way across the country for you! Do you know how exciting that is?”
Yes, I wanted to tell her. I know exactly how exciting this is. It's only what I've dreamed about this whole time. It's only the best thing that's ever happened to me.
But I was still too stunned by the kiss to respond. In fact, I was practically catatonic. She kept shaking me and I barely moved, my eyes wide and staring at the door he'd just disappeared through.
My mother came up to me and pulled me into a big hug. “I'm so happy for you. Joel seems like such a nice man.”
I let her and my sister hug me while I thought about the night to come. Sure, Joel had come to ask me out on a date, but what did that mean? He still lived on the other side of the country, and I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to get over the embarrassment of him having to bail me out of jail. It was all so surreal.
Why hadn't he said anything in Miami? He had been so cold compared to how he was today, which I also didn't understand. If he felt so strongly about me, why hadn't I heard from him since we’d left Miami? He had a phone, didn't he? It wasn't like I'd become unreachable the moment I’d reached Seattle. It would have been nice if he'd sent me a quick text to say that he was coming over so that I could have met him somewhere outside of my home, and away from my family.
“That was pretty amazing, huh?” Chelsea said dreamily.
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her, lifting a brow. “What was pretty amazing?”
She gave me a pointed look. “Joel. Coming to see you.” She swept a hand toward our parents, now gossiping on the sofa together. “Charming the pants off our parents.”
“I guess so,” I admitted. “It caught me kind of off guard, though.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But remember when my boyfriend Graham came over to meet Mom and Dad, and it was the most awkward thing imaginable?”
“That was different,” I said. “Graham was kind of weird in the first place, and Joel's met them before.” I lowered my voice, feeling ridiculous. “I mean, he paid for their daughters to get out of jail. How hard on him do you think Mom and Dad were going to be?”
Chelsea tipped her head back and laughed. “I guess so. Still, I think he's a winner.”
“I second that,” my mother called from the couch. “That young man seems like he has his head firmly attached to his shoulders.”
“I find him quite likeable, too,” added Dad. If he was freely offering his opinion, it was a big thing.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “So, he's a great guy and everyone approves. I get it.”
“What? You don't want to go out with him?” Mom shot up off the couch and crossed the room. I expected her to reprimand me, but her eyes were full of concern. “Baby, if it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel right. Don't let the fact that he saved you make you feel like you have to go. I think Joel's a lovely man, but you don’t owe him anything.”
It warmed my heart that my family was so supportive. I'd missed this; we really needed to spend more time together. Especially Chelsea and I, since I couldn't remember for the life of me why we'd stopped being close in the first place.
It was nice to know that if I didn't want Joel and didn't want to go on this date, they would support me—even if they were already ‘Team Joel’.
“I do want to go out with him,” I said. “And...I do have feelings for him.”
Mom's face brightened. “That's excellent news, darling! I was so hoping we'd get to have him over for dinner sometime. Maybe a barbecue.” She turned her head to face my dad. “What do you think, Andrew? You and Joel could crack open a couple of beers and burn some meat. Isn't that your favorite thing to do?”
My dad chuckled and took a swig of his beer. I grimaced.
“Let's wait for summer for the barbecue, eh?” I nodded toward the window, which was speckled with raindrops. “Not sure it's the right weather for it just yet.”
Beside me, Chelsea laughed. “At least it's just a barbecue she's planning, and not your wedding.”
“It's much too early to plan a wedding yet, dear.” Mom pinched Chelsea's cheek until my sister made a face. “I don't even know what season Megan wants to host it in! She's always been averse to cold weather, so I presume spring?”
“Mom!” Chelsea and I complained in unison.
My meddling mother laughed to herself, then went back to the couch, slumping alongside my father and resting her head on his shoulder. I was so jealous of them sometimes, wishing that I could find someone to spend my life with, who I'd still be madly in love with after decades. I wanted a love that would last a lifetime.
And, honestly, for the first time in my life, I felt like I finally had the chance to have that. Joel had ‘lifetime’ potential, and my mom wasn't the only one who could see it.
Chapter Thirteen
The door to my bedroom flung open around five pm, and Chelsea walked in laden with shopping bags. She raised them triumphantly in the air as though I was an ancient god and she had brought me some sort of tribute.
“Looky here,” she crowed. “It's the solution to all of your problems.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise and bookmarked the page of the book I was reading, setting it down on the bedside table.
“What have you done?” I asked.
Chelsea rolled her eyes and walked over to my bed, dumping the bags at my feet. “What? Were you going to go out on your date wearing that?”
I looked down at the jeans and T-shirt I wore. Sure, they were a little old, given the fact that I had left them here after moving out years ago, but it wasn't the worst outfit ever. Thankfully, there were a few dresses in the pile of clothes we'd left behind. I was sure I'd find something.
“I saw a black A-line dress in the pile of spare clothes,” I said defensively.
“You mean the one I wore to that party at Jane Hausman's in high school?” She snorted. “Trust me, Megan, you don't want to wear that one. It's got bad juju.”
When Chelsea didn't elaborate, I decided to leave it at that. I didn't want to wear a dress that had bad juju. What if Joel ended up realizing he actually wasn't all that interested in me when I wasn't being all furtive and exciting?
“Okay, fine.” I poked one of the bags with my toe. “Why'd you get so many?”
“Because shopping is fun, and I was making decent money at my old job,” she replied. �
��Plus, whatever you don't like, I get to keep!”
I was glad to see that her spirit was at least getting back to normal. There was nothing worse than Chelsea in a bad mood, and I had worried that this whole ‘going to jail’ thing was going to sour her mood forever.
“What will it be?” Chelsea began rifling through the bags, taking me on a tour of the clothes she'd bought.
“The floral wrap dress? The red halter? The leopard-print corset top and pencil skirt?”
I rolled my eyes. “You didn't shop with my tastes in mind at all, did you?”
“Yes I did...” I gave her a challenging look and she snickered. “Okay, fine. I was hoping you wouldn't go for the last two, but the floral wrap dress would be perfect on you.”
I took another look at the dress she was holding up, angling my head to the side. It looked like it would be quite flattering on my figure, and it wasn't too short, either. I still wasn't completely on board with putting on a dress in this weather, but at least I was getting picked up and dropped off at the door.
“Fine,” I said. “Wrap dress it is.” I reached for the dress, but Chelsea pulled it back and clicked her tongue scornfully.
“We've got miles to go before we can even think about getting you dressed,” she said.
I groaned inwardly. It was going to be a long night.
By the time seven pm rolled around, I'd been primped and pampered within an inch of my life. Chelsea called it primping and pampering, anyway. To me, it felt more like an endless string of uncomfortable tasks, but the results were nothing short of amazing.
My blue eyes looked sharp, surrounded by gray, smoky eyeliner. Chelsea had curled my hair into glossy waves that tumbled over my shoulder in a satisfying way every time I turned my head. The dress was a little on the snug side for my tastes, but according to my sister, it was perfect for the date. She had also made me wear a pair of cream, sling-back heels, which made my legs look about eight feet long.
“You look incredible,” my mother exclaimed when I came downstairs to show her. “Oh, it's like your prom night all over again.”
I had the sudden urge to vomit, and I wasn't sure whether it was my mother's fussing or my nerves that were making me nauseous.
“He'll be here any second,” Chelsea said, checking her phone. “Is there anything else you need to do before he’s standing on our doorstep?”
I frowned. “The only thing I want to do now is go out with the nice doctor who is on his way to pick me up. I swear to God if you come at me with those tweezers again, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
Chelsea grinned approvingly, even as my mother let out a sigh. Dad was still sitting in the corner of the living room, reading the newspaper and not paying attention to any of us. Nevertheless, he called out, “You look great, honey. Knock 'em dead.”
I appreciated the sentiment, even if I knew there was no way he could see me without taking his eyes off the paper.
We all froze at the sound of footsteps on the front porch. I shot my mother and Chelsea a warning glare, hoping it encapsulated everything I needed to communicate to them right now.
Don't be weird. Don't embarrass me. For the love of God, don't be yourselves.
Joel knocked on the door, and I floated over and opened it.
His eyes dropped immediately from my face to the dress that clung tightly to my curves. When he looked back up, there was definite lust in his eyes. My cheeks burned.
“You look gorgeous,” Joel said. “Wow.”
I couldn't remember a guy ever saying “wow” about my appearance before. It made my heart sing.
“You look pretty dapper, yourself,” I said, staring appreciatively at the dark suit that fit him like a glove. I remembered how good his muscles had felt under my touch, and it was nearly as good as they looked filling out his suit.
Joel's emerald eyes fixed on mine and he extended his hand. “Shall we?” Behind him, a black SUV was parked in the driveway.
“You don't want to come in and hang out for a bit?” asked Chelsea, butting next to me in the doorway.
I groaned.
Mom came forward next. “So lovely to see you again, Joel. Have you been enjoying your time in Seattle? It's beautiful here, isn't it? I've always thought so.”
“I'm afraid that Megan and I have dinner reservations we have to get to,” said Joel with a twinkle in his eye. “Otherwise I would love to come in and, uh, hang out.”
I laughed, delighted that he seemed to know exactly how to handle my family after barely spending any time with them.
“Be safe!” called my mom as Joel led me to the passenger side of the SUV.
“Make good choices!” called my sister.
My father stayed out of it, which was frankly the safest place for him to be.
I got into the cozy interior the car and watched Joel slide in effortlessly to the driver's seat.
“This car is so nice for a rental!” I commented.
He grinned. “I’ve got pretty much the same car back home.”
Ah, yes. Home. How could I forget the most crucial thing there was to know about Joel when it came to the possibility of a relationship? He lived on the other side of the country, sometimes in another country entirely. I had a job on the West Coast, one that I would be hard-pressed to give up, and he too had a job he loved, on the East Coast.
Joel pulled out of the driveway and started toward downtown Seattle, and I watched the rain streak down the windows as we drove. My deliriously happy mood had wound down to a more muted happy, one tempered by the knowledge that this could be my last ever night with Joel. I was heading home tomorrow, and he would have to head back to his clinic soon. After all, his waiting list was ten miles long. It must have been costing him dearly to be here. It meant the world to me that he was, but I needed to keep that in mind for the evening. I needed to remember that all of this was temporary.
Chapter Fourteen
The restaurant was incredible, one of the finer places near the bay, with some of the best seafood in the whole city. I was glad Joel held my hand as the waiter led us to our table, because I wasn't sure I would have been able to keep from running into something, otherwise. The moment we stepped through the doors, all I could do was stare at the beautiful murals all over the ceiling. They were similar to the ones decorating ancient European churches, except they clearly hadn't been done during the Renaissance, and the subject matter was less Biblical and more...seafood oriented.
Still, the murals were gorgeous, and I couldn't get enough of them.
When we sat down, Joel looked up at the painted swordfish high above our table. He smiled, and I wished that the artist had painted him up there instead. Joel was an artist’s dream, all lean lines and perfect features.
“I've never been here before,” Joel said when he returned his gaze to mine. “I know it's risky picking a new place for a first date, but I wanted us to start fresh.”
The waiter came around with our menus before I could say anything, and after he'd gone, the moment had passed. We both stared hard at our menus, but I was more focused on slowing my heart rate than reading the entrée options.
After we'd ordered wine and food, Joel turned to me and smiled. “I really meant it when I said you look gorgeous tonight. Though, I'll admit you look stunning all the time, so that's easy for me to say.”
I glanced down at my lap, then back up at him. “You're quite the charmer, aren't you?”
Joel took a sip of his wine, and his lips curved mischievously.
“I can be charming when I want to be. And, admittedly, I always want to be charming when I'm with you.”
How did he always have the right thing to say?
“And it doesn't bother you that we met because I was trying to secure the means to start a new life because my twin sister embezzled a bunch of money?”
“Nope.”
“What about the fact that you had to come to our rescue? That doesn't bother you, either?”
“Not even
a little.” He leaned forward in his chair, eyes pulling me in magnetically. “The only regret I have about the time we've spent together is that I waited so long to come to see you here.”
Now here was a surprise. I'd wondered why he’d just showed up when he did, but had since attributed it to a matter of scheduling. He was a busy man, after all.
“I don't blame you for that,” I said. “I mean, you can basically do no wrong in my book, after everything you've done for me and my family.”
“I blame myself for that.” His tone was a little softer now, a little more serious. “I felt like I'd abandoned you, and that wasn't my intention. I recognized that based on the strings I'd pulled to get you and your sister out of prison, you might feel obligated to entertain my affections afterward out of gratitude. I didn't want that.”
I blinked in surprise. “But...”
But you must know how I feel about you, was what I wanted to say, but I couldn't say that. Sure, he was opening up to me, but that didn't mean I needed to dump all my emotions into his lap. I still couldn't be sure if he wanted more from me, or if we would forever be just Bahamian bang buddies.
“You didn't need to worry about that,” I said finally. “If I really didn't want to see you, I'd just go back to jail.” I shrugged. “Simple.”
Joel laughed, though there wasn't quite as much relief in his eyes as I thought there would be. Wasn't it enough to say he didn't need to worry?
I decided to move the conversation along. “So what brought you over here, then?” I asked. “What changed your mind?”
Joel leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine idly. “I realized that I shouldn't make assumptions about you, or about your feelings for me. I should just come and find out myself.”
Ah, so I was going to have to get into the nitty gritty of my feelings. Great. Normally this would be the part where I'd be heading for the door, but a strange urge came over me.
I wanted to tell Joel how I felt about him. About us. Even if he rejected me, I just wanted him to know that I cared and that I was thrilled he was here.
