by Claire Adams
"I doubt that. Though I'd be totally cool just having a dog as a friend."
"No need for girls, right? Such a pain in the butt." I moved to the kitchen and picked up the bag of Eli's food and treats before leaning over and kissing the top of my pup's head. "Be good, buddy. Be good for Sam, okay? I'll see you soon. I love you, boy."
The dog wiggled and whined as if we were parting for far longer than a week.
"Girls can take a hike. I swear they were built with invisible knives." Sam shrugged, turned and walked to the door with Eli in one hand and the dog's stuff in the other.
"Invisible knives?" I opened the door and gave the kid a quizzical look.
"Yeah. The ones they sink into your heart when you're not looking. Moms have them too. All girls do, and when they grow into women, I figure it just gets worse."
I reached out and ruffled his hair. "There are a lot of good ones left. Stop being so cynical. You're too young for that. Now, get outta here and take care of my boy."
"I will. Have fun." Sam turned and walked back to his place, the kid’s shoulders rounding as he cuddled Eli against him and spoke softly to him in excited, albeit hushed, tones.
I watched him go, unable to shake the expression on Sam's face as he expressed his feelings toward women. "What in the world could cause a teenager to hate all womankind?"
My phone buzzed from the bedroom, calling me from my thoughts and forcing me to answer it. The ring tone was for my mother, which was good and bad. She was one of my closest friends, but since I was out of college and her oldest kid, she wanted marriage and babies next on the radar for me.
She did. I didn't.
"Mom. What's up?" I picked up the phone and worked to close my suitcase.
"Hi, baby. Your father and I are going out of town for the week, but I wanted you to come over Friday or Saturday for dinner. Will you be back in town by then?"
"I'm not sure yet, mom. I'm headed toward the airport now, but I'll keep you in the loop."
"Miami, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Who's keeping up with Eli? I can have Sarah or one of the boys come get him."
Sarah was mother’s maid and my old nanny. The woman was solid gold and put up with far too much rebellion in my earlier years to ask anything of her now that I was grown. She loved my mother and father, but the feeling was quite mutual.
"No. Sam's got him. We're all set." I lugged the suitcase off the bed. "I'm headed out. I love you."
"Alright, but know that I'm praying for you to meet her." My mother's tone was firm but caring.
"Her?" I knew who she was talking about. She was always praying for me to meet 'her'.
"Your future wife, Easton. Cary Markum called the other day and she's going to be a grandmother soon. So is Milly. I'm the only one with no news to share." The pout in her voice made my eyes roll twice for good measure.
"Make something up, Mom. I'm not getting married and popping out kids just so you can have something to share with your friends."
"And why not?" She said something away from the phone, most likely to my father, because it was his voice on the line next.
"Hey, son. Be careful and make sure to wrap your willie in Miami. The girls down there are–” He yelped. "Ouch. That hurt, Mary. Shit."
"Give mom the phone, please." I pressed my hand to my head and tried to reject the fact that my father just reminded me to use a condom, but utilized terms as if I were still five.
"You see what I have to put up with?" She grunted. "Anyways. Just promise me that you'll start dating soon. Is there anyone even on the horizon?"
"No, mother. I'm not interested in dating right now. I have a career that's just getting off the ground, and most women don't support that, nor do they understand it."
"You need to join a dating site. Your Aunt Margaret met Uncle Billy on one of those things, and they've been together for three years now. I think it's worth a try."
"Right. I'm hanging up now. Tell Dad I love him, and stop pinching him. He's getting old and he's going to start bruising if you keep that up."
"He is not. He likes it rough." She giggled and my father growled as I tried to calm my gag reflex.
"Bye, Mom." I started to hang up, but waited for her to get out a little bit more. Getting off the phone with her was almost as hard as prying a raise from Jon at work.
"Fine, but keep an open mind. You haven't really dated since college. It's been two years." She huffed.
"Thanks for the reminder, Mom. Love you." I dropped the call and turned the ringer to silent. I didn't need any more interruptions on my already strained trip to the airport.
My mother was well aware of why I wasn't dating. My career required too much from me. No girl would be okay with me leaving six out of every seven days. I'd tried it and watched it fail over and over the first few months of my career.
It wasn't worth it. Not that they weren't worth it, but having to console someone over and over simply because I had to work all the time didn't work out too well in my world. When I found a mature girl who understood responsibility and still had the heart and body of a woman who would throw caution to the wind, I'd propose. Plain and simple. Until then, it would be an occasional one-night stand and a continuation of diving farther and farther into my career.
It was one of the only things that made sense to me anyway.
Women were complex and incredibly moody. Maybe Sam had it right. They were too much trouble, or maybe I just hadn't met one that outweighed all of the effort.
"Too deep for this early in the morning," I grumbled, grabbed my keys and my bag and made my way to the elevator. I'd find 'her' or I wouldn't. I was in no hurry. Even if my mother was.
*****
I chewed on my nails the whole way to the airport, my mind moving through all of the various meetings and events I needed to attend. The main resort was one of my favorites to stay at, but the two additional ones that I would be evaluating were run by the ex-CEO of my current company. To say she was a man-eater would be a mild understatement. The woman was a complete bitch, and where I was good dealing with her, it didn't mean that I wanted to.
She was incredibly attractive and knew it, leaving her to treat everyone she crossed paths with like they belonged under the heel of her expensive-ass stiletto. I'd found a sweet spot within my rise to stardom in the world of critiquing, but money was just a means to make due with. I wasn't interested in rolling in it every night, nor did it really drive my decisions. Being rich was going to be part of my future simply because I loved success too much for it not to be.
"This is your stop, Mister. You want me to drop you off at the front of the terminal?" The cabbie looked back and gave me a toothless smile.
"Yeah. That would be great." I picked up my suit jacket and moved to the door, paying the guy and tipping him before getting out into the chilly New York morning.
"Miami should be a bit warmer if nothing else," I mumbled to myself and gathered my things before walking into the busy airport terminal. People raced about as if making their flight was everything in the world to them.
I caught the eyes of a pretty flight attendant and smiled kindly, ignoring the heated gaze I got from the woman. After checking in and getting my seat, I moved to pick up a Coke, a magazine, and some Skittles.
"Well, fancy meeting you here, mister." Kevin's voice caused a subtle sigh to leave me.
I glanced over my shoulder and feigned surprise. "Kev. What's up, buddy?"
Turning, I extended my hand to the portly, balding food critic who wanted more of my time than I was willing to give.
"I'm good, East. You headed to Miami already?"
"It's Easton, and yeah. Just wanted to get there and get settled in before starting the week." I rolled my shoulders before turning around and handing the cashier a card.
Kevin leaned around me and put his stuff on the counter. "Here, just put mine on his too. We're using the same company card anyway."
The girl looked up at me qu
izzically.
"Yeah, it's fine." I kept my facade locked into place and turned back to the guy. "I thought you weren't coming out until later this week."
"I wasn't, but there are a few new restaurants that are opening this week that I want to try out. I figured I could do it on the company’s dime and write up a critique. I'm sure Jon will pick up the piece. He loves my stuff." He snorted and I turned, not wanting to look at the slime-ball anymore.
"Thank you." I gave the cashier a smile and took my bag before moving to let him gather his stuff.
"You on the next flight?" Kevin ripped into a package of beef jerky and bit down on a piece before wrestling with it to bite off a chunk.
I couldn't help but smile. The guy was a complete idiot and had no clue. I wouldn't be pointing it out, but the sooner I could make my leave, the better.
"No, I'm on the one leaving at ten. Speaking of...I better get going. I'll see you in Miami." I waved, turned and walked toward security without another word. He called after me, but I simply pretended not to hear him.
The week would be filled with analyzing every part of the three resorts I was headed to. I could only hope there was a little bit of fun in store for me during all of the madness.
Walking up to the security station, I paused and looked over my shoulder as two college-aged girls jogged toward me. I couldn't help but notice how pretty the redheaded one was. Her long locks bouncing on her shoulders were only outdone by her legs that seemed to go on for days. I turned my back to them, not wanting to appear like the ass I was being.
Women didn't need someone staring them down like they were nothing more than a piece of meat. Even if they did the same damn thing to me all the time.
Funny enough, I didn't mind so much. Maybe she wouldn't either.
I turned in time for her to plow into me, the pretty thing not paying a bit of attention to anything around her.
Great. A beautiful ditz. Just my luck.
Chapter 3
Vivian
"I don't care what you say, Viv. We're going. We have the tickets, and you need this. Hell, I need this." Casey pulled into the large outdoor parking lot at the airport. "Please? Please come with me. I'm not going by myself and you know it."
I let out a long sigh and unbuckled, knowing that the last thing I wanted was to walk around Miami with a million other college kids for a week. I wanted to think I had a choice in the matter, but to let Casey down after we'd worked hard to come up with some lame story for the airlines to switch the tickets from Valentine’s Day to spring break wasn't going to work.
"Fine, but when I need time to myself or want to just veg on the beach with a book, no giving me shit. Got it?" I got out of the small Honda and walked to the back, waiting for her to pop the trunk.
"Deal." She pulled me into an awkward hug and kissed the side of my face. "What were the freaking odds that we would run into that asshole there? What crappy luck we have."
"It's my luck, and I'm not a bit surprised." I got my bag out of the back and moved backwards, turning to lay eyes on the small tram that would take us to the terminal. "The airlines felt so bad that they gave us that upgrade option too, remember? Let's see if we can get into first class."
"I'm down." She glanced back at me. "If they only let one of us go up there, you can go."
"No, it's all good. I don't mind snuggling up to the window and going to sleep. I know you can't sleep on flights. You enjoy the first class ticket if we get it." I shrugged, honestly not caring about rubbing shoulders with anyone.
"Whatever. We'll try for both tickets. Who knows...maybe my good luck will usurp your craptastic luck." She stopped as the tram pulled up. "See there? It's already working."
I rolled my eyes and loaded my bag onto the back of the over-sized golf cart and got into the second row, letting Casey take her usual position of leader. I sunk down into my seat and pulled out my phone, moving through my text messages and landing on the last ones I'd had with Jackson almost a month back.
Jackson: If you would just let me explain, Viv. Shit. You don't understand.
Me: I don't understand what? Your face was between some chick’s naked thighs. Please do tell me what I didn't understand.
Jackson: I'm a guy. I have needs. You're just... just... Fuck. Let me just see you and I'll explain.
Me: No need. I saw all I needed to see. This isn't about your needs. It's about your character. Grow up and good luck with life. Nice sharing the last twenty-plus years with you. Asshole.
Jackson: Viv. Come on, baby. You know how good we are together. Don't do this over a silly misunderstanding.
A silly misunderstanding.
The image of him cheating on me rolled through my mind's eye over and over as it did most days. I wasn't sure I was ever going to be able to get the visual of the man I loved giving pleasure to another woman out of my mind. Knowing that she wasn't the first, but one of many, did nothing but make my stomach turn upside down. After catching him in the act, I was dumb enough to check his phone and look into his actions and whereabouts. Uncovering the massive lie underneath my nose was numbing. It went all the way back to our freshman year.
How dumb was I? Wanting to believe in true love. So pathetic.
I slid my thumb to the top of the screen and pressed delete. I didn't need him in my contacts anymore. Seeing him only caused me pain, and there was really nothing else to say between us. I wasn't promiscuous enough. Or adventurous enough. Or sexy enough. I wasn’t enough.
Funny how quickly I would have changed all of those things had he only said something, but he didn't say a damn word. He went out and slept with a handful of girls, trying to get the few things from them that he wasn't getting from me.
"Ten years," I mumbled and sat up as the tram stopped. There was no doubt that I would get over him, but it was going to take more than a month, or a slutty trip to Miami. I'd agreed to go for only a few reasons, namely to take care of Casey and catch up on some romance reading. Seemed that the best boyfriends would always be found in the center of my books, which was fine by me. I needed safe and comforting for a while. Living on the edge hadn't gotten me very far, but had I really even stepped off the porch with Jackson? Maybe that was the issue.
I grabbed my bag and glanced over at Casey, wishing like hell that I had a little bit of her rebellious spirit inside of me.
"Do you think I'm a risk taker?" I glanced to my left and smiled at one of the baggage guys as he nodded toward me.
"Not at all." She pulled her bags behind her and turned to me. "Do you think you are?"
"No. I guess not." I shrugged and looked around at the various people milling about. "How do you become a risk taker? I think that's one of the main reasons that Jackson slept around on me."
"He fucked around on you because he was an idiot, Viv. It has nothing to do with you, which we've been over a million times." She touched my cheek and forced me to focus on her. "Live this week with me as a free woman. Let's have fun, drink a little, flirt a lot, and take a few risks. You'll feel so much better after we get back."
I nodded, cupping my hand over hers. "Maybe you're right."
Glancing up, I let my eyes scan over the board with the flight times, noticing that our flight was scheduled to leave in forty minutes.
"Forty minutes?" I turned to Casey. "I thought you said the flight was at eleven."
"It is. I think. Something like that." She shrugged.
"It's at ten, Case. Shit. We're never going to make it." I tapped the shoulder of the older gentleman in front of me. "Is there any way we can move in front of you? Our flight leaves in thirty minutes."
"Sure. Why not?" He smiled and moved back, giving me room to tap a few more shoulders. It had to be the sweet smile on my face, or the dark circles under my eyes. Either way, we were moving up quickly, and within a few minutes, we were up to the counter next.
"We misread the flight time, so if you could help us move through this quickly, we'd really appreciate it." Casey barked at the
middle-aged woman that glanced up from the other side of the counter.
"We'll try." She gave us a tight smile as I gave Casey a 'shut the hell up and let me deal with this' look.
"I love your earrings. My mother got me a pair just like them." I pressed my forearms to the desk and smiled at the woman as she glanced up wearily.
"My husband bought them for me. He's dead now." She glanced back down, closing up the conversation effectively if nothing else.
"Right. Sorry to hear that. We sure do appreciate your help." I moved back and pulled out my ID, praying silently that a sign would show up soon on whether or not I was supposed to be on the flight we would soon be racing toward.
"You're both being upgraded to our first class section, but the seats are not together." She glanced up, keeping her attention on me.
"That sounds great. Thanks so much." I bit my lip and glanced up at the clock. I hated to be late for anything. Whether I wanted to go on the trip or not was irrelevant. I was there, and having to run down the terminal sounded down right horrible.
"Of course. There is a special security section for Elite members. Just use that one since you're running a little late. Have fun." She handed us the tickets and smiled at me.
"We will." I grabbed them and Casey, and took off toward the security checkpoint. "Let's go. You know I hate to be late."
"I know. I'm sorry." Casey almost tripped as we passed a row of extension cords, but I reached back and helped her right herself.
Turning, I didn't realize that someone was in front of me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I reached up to press my hands against the man's chest who stumbled back from the force of me running into him. His papers fluttered from his hands and scattered all over the floor. Heat rose up my chest and coated my cheeks as I knelt down to help him start to gather up the papers. Not looking where I was going, I hit my head against his and fell back on my butt.
He let out a short laugh, stood and offered me a hand. "Wow. I've not had such a dramatic introduction to anyone since I was a boy playing king of the hill."
