But Sid didn’t come back, and eventually he had to admit the truth. He’d fucked up. He didn’t know exactly how, but that’s what he’d done. Even after he started the car, Lucas remained there in the driveway, staring at the little beach cottage he’d begun to call home. Not a permanent home, since the cottage was on Anchor, and Anchor wasn’t his home.
But the cottage meant Sid and Sid felt like home.
With little thought to what he was doing, Lucas drove the short distance to his parents’ house, checking his watch after pulling into the drive. He’d need to be at the restaurant in less than two hours. Would Sid come to work? Would she talk to him? Would she listen to him?
What would he say if she did? He couldn’t pretend nothing had happened, and he knew Sid would never put on an act. She was incapable of being disingenuous. One of the many things he loved about her.
Well, shit.
Lucas pressed back against the headrest. Maybe this was for the best. Leaving would be easier this way. For both of them. If anything, Sid would be relieved to see him gone. She could be rid of him. Maybe she’d turn to Manny as an alternative. The thought made him want to rip the steering wheel off and throw it out the window.
“Hey there,” came a voice from outside, startling him out of his misery. Lucas looked up to see his dad hovering on the porch. “You going to stay out there all day?”
Just what he needed. Captain Cranky-pants. Grabbing his duffel bag from the passenger seat, he stepped out. “I’m coming in, if that’s all right?”
Tom stared, face pinched. “What kind of a question is that?”
He just could not catch a break this morning. Embracing his right to remain silent, Lucas climbed the stairs and followed his father into the house. “Got any coffee?” he asked, dropping his bag beside the doorway to the living room.
“Help yourself,” his dad said, taking a seat at the table. “Rough morning?”
“You could say that.” Lucas searched for the sugar, but it wasn’t in the usual place.
“She’s hidden everything I’m not supposed to have,” Tom explained. “There’s a bunch of those yellow packets in the top drawer.”
Lucas needed the swift kick of bitterness anyway. “I’ll pass, thanks.” Bringing his mug to the table, he pulled out a chair. “Where’s Mom?”
“Ladies Auxiliary meeting.”
“Oh.” Lucas sipped the coffee. Definitely bitter. “Went to the bank yesterday. Money is ready for transfer as soon as the papers are signed, but I want to run them by another lawyer first.”
Tom huffed. “Aren’t you a lawyer?”
“Last I checked,” he said. “But you deserve to have an unbiased legal review. Someone looking out for your interests.”
Tom huffed again. “That’s a load of crap. Bring me the damn papers and I’ll sign them.”
Lucas considered arguing, explaining the risks and intricacies of the situation, but his dad was right. Believing he’d ever not protect his parents’ best interests was a load of crap.
“They’re in my car. I’ll bring them in tonight.”
“Tonight? So that and the bag mean you’re back, huh? Want to talk about it?”
The last thing Lucas wanted to do was discuss his relationship.
“I don’t think so,” he said, cringing as he took another sip of the tar in his mug. “Did you make this or did Mom?”
“I made a new pot after she left. You don’t like it, don’t drink it.”
Lucas pushed the mug away. He preferred to keep the lining of his stomach intact. “I’ll just let it cool.”
The two men sat in silence, Tom scratching his chest while Lucas picked at the corner of his place mat, searching for something to talk about.
“When you buy someone something they really want, aren’t they supposed to be grateful?” he asked, choosing to broach the subject with a hypothetical.
Tom shrugged. “That’s the protocol. What’d you buy Sid?”
So much for hypothetical. “Something she said she really wanted.”
“Did she ask you to buy it?” Tom asked, hitting close enough to the mark to make Lucas uncomfortable.
“No. She said she wanted to buy it on her own, but this way she can have it sooner.”
Tom shook his head. “Classic mistake. Though I’m not surprised.” He crossed his arms, flinched, then rested his elbows back on the table. “Sounds like something you’d do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? And are you still in that much pain?”
“I just forget and it pulls sometimes,” he said, waving away Lucas’s concern. “Even as a kid, you’d barrel through with your own agenda, regardless of what anyone else was trying to do. Probably a good trait to have in the courtroom, but that shit doesn’t fly out here in the real world.”
Not the most flattering assessment. “You make me sound like an inconsiderate jerk.”
“Nah. Not inconsiderate. Most of the time, your heart was in the right place,” Tom said, cracking a smile for the first time since Lucas arrived.
That’s exactly how Beth had described him. The guy who barreled ahead without ever stopping to ask what she wanted. Sid hadn’t needed to be asked. She’d made it clear the garage was something she wanted to do on her own. Only he hadn’t listened. He’d brushed off the words as if what she wanted didn’t matter.
He was an inconsiderate jerk.
His head dropped into his hands. “How do I fix this?” he asked. “How do I make this right?”
His dad stayed silent long enough to draw Lucas’s gaze. Brows drawn together, Tom rubbed his chin, deep in thought. “Don’t think I can answer that. Being with the same woman more than twenty years means I know that particular woman. Rest of the species is still a mystery.”
Not the answer Lucas was hoping for. “I can withdraw my offer on the garage,” he said, thinking out loud. “Seems like that would be taking it away, but in a weird way, I’d be giving it back to her.”
“You bought Sid a garage?” Tom asked, surprise taking his voice up an octave. “One of those steel building things?”
Lucas shook his head. “No, an actual garage. It’s off Pamlico Shores. Red brick. Run down. She has plans for a boat repair and restoration place.”
“I’d forgotten all about that place. It’s been empty for decades.”
“Looks it too.” Lucas remembered he’d just shared Sid’s secret. “But don’t tell anyone. Not even Mom. Sid doesn’t want anyone to know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And now I know why. She was afraid someone would butt in like I have.”
“I thought maybe you bought her a tool or something.” Tom leaned forward. “You tried to buy her a building?”
“It’s an old, dilapidated garage, not the Taj Mahal. She has her heart set on opening this business, but she’s insisting on doing it all by herself. She won’t take money from her brother or Joe, which I suggested.” She’d definitely made her intentions clear, and he ignored them. Such an asshole move. “I thought if I could give this to her, then …”
“Then what?” Tom asked, as Lucas trailed off. Excellent question.
Lucas shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Lucas,” Tom said, his voice quieter. “Do you plan to stay here on the island?”
“What? No. My life is in Richmond.”
“Then do the girl a favor and walk away.”
The words were like a gavel upside the head. He’d given her the garage because he couldn’t give himself. Because he had to leave. Because he loved her.
“I can’t,” he said. “Not yet. I need to make her forgive me. Show her I understand and that I screwed up, but I’ll fix it.”
Tom laid his hands flat on the table and sat back with a sigh. “You kids always insist on learning things the hard way.” With that, he rose and grabbed a newspaper off the island. “Don’t forget that paperwork. And exactly how much money do you have floating around that you could afford to buy that garage after investing in the restaur
ant?”
Lucas shrugged. “Enough.”
Tom snorted. “That’s a first.”
“A first?” Lucas asked, feeling another insult coming on.
“Nothing has ever been enough for you, Lucas. That’s why you went running off this island chasing your fancy partnership.” He smacked the paper against the table. “There’s something to be said for being happy with what you have. Looks like you’re choosing to learn that one the hard way too.”
With that parting shot, Tom left the room, leaving Lucas behind trying to decipher the Yoda-esque message his father just delivered. What was wrong with wanting something more? Why did no one in this family understand that ambition was not a character flaw?
And how had he made such an unholy mess of his life in less than three months?
The smell of Opal’s chocolate cake was almost enough to make Sid forget she felt like roadkill. He hadn’t listened to a word she’d said. So much for him understanding how important her independence was. She’d pay him back every penny he put down. Only she’d been saving up for twenty percent, not fifty. If she used all of her savings, the garage would sit empty for who knew how much longer until she could save back up for the renovations.
It would be like not owning the place at all. Trying to make the mortgage payments while not making any money from the building would see her broke within a year.
That business was all she would have after Lucas left. Without him beside her, in her bed, in her life every day, she’d need the distraction. Something to keep her from focusing on the pain in her chest. Sid sighed. Nothing was going to block out that pain, and she was foolish to think any differently.
“Hey there, darling. You’re in early today,” Opal said, appearing at the front counter. She took one look at Sid and said, “Have you been crying?”
“No,” Sid said, shaking her head hard. “I don’t cry.” The tears started again, pissing her off even more. “Goddamn it!”
“Oh, baby.” Opal waddled out from behind the counter, arms spread wide. “Come here, sugar. That’s all right.” As Opal’s arms enveloped her, a feeling of comfort spread through Sid’s chest.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to cry on the older woman’s shoulder. Just a little.
She tried to say something about Lucas ruining her dream and breaking her heart and how stupid she’d been to think she could ever let him go, but what came out was a high-pitched squeal—like a dolphin on helium.
“Let’s get you in the back and get some tissues. Come on now,” Opal said, herding a snorting and squealing Sid toward the kitchen. “I’m guessing this has something to do with that man of yours.”
“He’s not mine,” Sid whined, then blew her nose on the towel Kinzie handed her. “I was stupid to ever get involved. God, am I an idiot.”
“Every woman in love is an idiot, darling.” Opal turned to Kinzie. “Put on some of that orange blossom tea and bring out the tub of chocolate buttercream.”
Kinzie went off to do as she was told and Sid asked, “What’s the buttercream for?” Maybe some homemade remedy for red, puffy eyes.
“To eat, honey child.” Opal handed over a spoon. “If we’re going to talk about heartbreak, we’re going to need a heaping helping of chocolate to get us through.”
At the mention of heartbreak, Sid snuffled up again. “This wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was just sex!”
“Few women can manage to have sex and not fall in love,” Opal lamented. “We’ve all tried it a time or two, and have the scars to show for it.”
“You tried having a casual fling and fell in love?” Discussing Opal’s sex life should have seemed odd, but the woman looked unfazed by the topic.
“I haven’t always been an old lady, my dear. The seventies were wild times.”
“I wasn’t alive in the seventies,” Sid pointed out, belatedly realizing this probably wasn’t the right thing to say.
“Yes, well. Let’s stick to the present situation then.” Patting Sid on the shoulder, Opal yelled, “Where’s that buttercream?”
“I’m coming, Granny. Hold your horses.” Kinzie dropped a large white tub on the stainless steel counter and peeled off the lid to reveal the biggest batch of frosting Sid had ever seen.
“Wow,” she whispered in wonder. “That’s like the Holy Grail of chocolate.” Looking at Opal, she asked, “Are we really going to eat this?”
“Not the whole thing, of course,” she said. “And just remember, there’s no calories in anything we eat standing up.” Sid moved to slide her spoon across the top, but Opal stopped her. “Wait. We can’t contaminate the whole batch. Let Kinzie scoop some into a bowl first.”
The words sent Kinzie into action. Once the bowl was filled, she put the lid back on the tub and stepped back.
“Aren’t you going to have some?” Sid asked.
Kinzie shook her head. “I’m trying to lose weight.”
“Please tell me this isn’t because of Manny.”
“How did you know?” Kinzie gave her grandmother a stink eye. “Did you tell her?”
“I didn’t tell anyone anything.” Opal took a scoop of frosting, then said around the spoon, “I’m innocent.”
Kinzie pouted. “You’re far from innocent.”
“She didn’t have to tell me,” Sid said. “I could see it at the ball last Friday. If Manny can’t see how awesome you are, then that’s his loss. I’m convinced that boy couldn’t spot a bluefin tuna if it jumped out of the water and poked him in the ass.”
Opal laughed and nearly spit buttercream across the counter. Kinzie turned pink. “But he’s so gorgeous. And those eyes.”
“Eyes that can’t see how great you are.” Sid took a taste of the buttercream and felt her shoulders relax. Chocolate really could cure a broken heart. Or at least numb it a bit. “If you want him, make him earn it, Kinzie. Better yet, screw him. Screw all men.”
She reloaded her spoon and went on with the rant. “They don’t listen. They’re always looking for something more than what’s standing right in front of them. And we make it so easy.” Sid slapped a hand on the counter. “They flash those hazel eyes—”
“They’re blue,” Kinzie interrupted.
“—and we sigh and thank the Lord he’s noticed us at all. They kiss us and we fall into bed with them.”
“I haven’t fallen into bed with anyone,” Kinzie argued.
“Hush,” Opal said. “This is getting good.”
“Then we fall in love with them!” Sid yelled to the rafters. Her own words echoed in her ears, and the heartbreak returned, stronger than before. “I fell in love with that son of a bitch.” Tears spilled over as she leaned on the counter, chin dropping to her chest. “What am I going to do? This hurts so much.”
Gentle hands lifted her face. “You have to make a choice, honey.”
Sid wiped a tear from her chin. “What choice do I have? He’s leaving in a few weeks.”
Opal tucked a hair behind Sid’s ear. “You can let him go, or you can fight for him.” She winked. “You’ve always struck me as a fighter.”
Sid wanted to fight, but the odds were stacked against her. How could she compete with life in the city? The important people, foreign cars, and fancy dinner parties? And she hadn’t even decided if she was willing to forgive him for trampling on her dream yet.
Which was an idiotic thought. She’d forgive him anything if it meant being with him.
“Are you saying I should go after him? Beg him to stay?”
“Heavens no.” Opal stuck her spoon in the buttercream. “That’s the last thing you need to do. Keep your distance would be my suggestion.”
Sid glanced at Kinzie, who shrugged in a no-idea-what-she’s-talking-about way.
“How would keeping my distance be fighting for him?”
“If my instincts are correct,” she said, tapping a finger against her chin, “and they almost always are, that boy is just as in love with you as you are with him. Stay away and he’ll be at y
our door in less than twenty-four hours.”
This did not sound like a good plan. She’d kicked him out of her house. Told him to get his shit and go. Why would he come back? Especially if she stayed away. Then he’d believe she was still pissed, and leave her alone.
“Are you sure about this?” Sid asked. “Wouldn’t that just make him stay away?”
“You have much to learn, grasshopper,” Opal said, spooning chocolate into her mouth. “He’s going to miss you something awful. The longer you’re silent, the more determined he’s going to be to win you back. Mark my words. Less than twenty-four hours.”
Sid hadn’t decided whether she wanted to report to the restaurant or not. She was still mad about the garage, and spending the day pretending she wasn’t for the sake of ungrateful tourists didn’t sit well.
“Then it’s a plan.” Sid loaded her spoon with a double helping. “But if he doesn’t show up at my house by this time tomorrow, I’m never taking your advice again.” Licking the spoon clean, she added, “And I’m taking a bowl of this to go. I’m going to need it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Lucas had gotten his answer when Sid didn’t come to work. Instead, Georgette showed up with the message Sid had gotten a repair call. Interesting timing for the first call she’d gotten in nearly three weeks. Maybe there was no call at all, and she was just avoiding him.
Then his conscience slapped his ego with the thought Not everything is about you, idiot.
Sid wasn’t the type to lie. If she didn’t want to work, she’d have said so. Though the timing was either convenient or coincidence. Either way, his plan to apologize throughout the day was scrapped.
Plan B was to drive to her cottage after work and make her listen. But then he was being the arrogant asshole who barreled over people and demanding life happen on his terms. So he gave her the evening, had dinner with his parents, then tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep without Sid curled up beside him.
That was going to be a problem once he was back in Richmond. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe he should let her go now. Save them both from any more heartbreak.
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