by M. S. Parker
I glanced at the clock as I sat down again. Allen was supposed to pick me up in a half hour for us to go on our weekly date night and I was starting to regret asking him to meet me here. I seriously needed a shower. There wasn't anything I could do about it though. I'd caught a ride with the art teacher, Gina Edgars, this morning so that I wouldn't have to worry about leaving a car at the school. Now I was stuck, unless I wanted to ask one of the other teachers for a ride home, and that wasn't something I particularly wanted to do.
I loved teaching and I loved my students. The principal was nice enough and I got along well with Gina who lived across the road from me with her long-time girlfriend Junie, but the rest of the faculty was a different matter altogether. I was the youngest of the teachers by fifteen years and that gap was the least of the reasons the other teachers weren't that fond of me.
They didn't dislike me, exactly, but they'd always been a bit stand-offish. A couple of them had known Allen's uncle and the kind of family Allen had come from. Those ones tended to be of the same opinion as Allen's family, that I'd been attracted to the money. The majority, however, just didn't seem to get me. They didn't approve of some of the more creative ways I had of teaching, my tendency to go against the norm when it came to curriculum and teaching style. They were polite enough, I supposed, but they did have a bad habit of giving me disapproving looks whenever they saw my students' desks out of rows or heard about me trying something new. They didn't know how to talk to me, and any attempts I tried to make always ended up being met with awkward silence. Even after three years here, I sometimes still felt like an outsider.
I shook off the thoughts and turned my attention back to the papers in front of me. I wanted to get as much as possible done before Allen arrived. Maybe I'd suggest we go for ice cream in a nice, air-conditioned building so I could cool off and hopefully manage to make myself presentable before we moved on to whatever activity he'd planned for us before we finished the evening with dinner. It was his week to come up with a date idea, but I doubted he'd mind the ice cream suggestion. We both had a weakness for double chocolate chunk with sprinkles.
I went through each of the tests, falling into the rhythm of grading their spelling efforts, my eyes seeing the shapes of words rather than the actual letters. While I wouldn't be missing a few months of not having to grade spelling tests scrawled in typical second-grade handwriting, I had to admit that there was something comforting about the monotony of it.
“Shae.” A voice came from the doorway and I looked up. Gina was wearing one of her signature paint-splattered floral dresses and she still had a paintbrush stuck in her dark brown curls. “I know you said Allen was coming to get you, but I figured I'd stop by and find out if you needed a ride anyway.”
I looked at the clock, surprised. I hadn't realized how much time had passed. I frowned and picked up my phone. No messages from Allen and he was late. Again. He hadn't come home on time for the past two weeks.
“Is everything okay?” Gina came into the classroom, a concerned look on her face. While she wasn't quite old enough to be my mother, she had definitely taken on that kind of role, always checking in on me.
“Yeah,” I said. I rubbed my hand over my face and grimaced at the feel of my skin. My blouse was sticking to my back and I didn't even want to know what it would look like if I raised my arms. I reached for my bottled water and made a face as I swallowed the tepid liquid.
“So Allen is coming?”
I looked at my phone again, willing there to have been a message in the past few seconds. “I guess not.” I stood, trying not to let my frustration bleed through to my voice. “He probably just lost track of time.”
I could call him, I supposed, and remind him of what today was, but I didn't want to sound like I was nagging. I knew he was busy preparing for this year's crop. Contrary to what most people thought, farming of any kind didn't consist of planting and then doing nothing for months before harvest. I wasn't involved in a lot of the day-to-day workings of the vineyard, but I'd seen enough over the last six and a half years to know that it was a full-time job. Equipment preparation and repairs. Scheduling and hoping that everything happened on time. Watching weather reports. Dealing with insects and rodents. Hiring the right people.
At the moment, Allen had a great foreman who oversaw the workers and carried out Allen's orders. Once Allen had things together, he'd be able to ease up over the rest of the summer and we could spend time together. Starting with our anniversary the week after school ended.
Or, at least, that's what I was hoping for. It was what he'd done last year before our wedding.
“I'd appreciate a ride, if you don't mind.” I packed my papers and grade book into my bag. “I'll text him to let him know I'm coming home.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked as we walked out to her car. Well, actually, it was one of those old hippie vans. I wasn't entirely sure why she had it since she wasn't old enough to have been a flower child, but hey, whatever worked for her.
“Talk about what?” I didn't look at her.
“Shae Van Walson-Lockwood,” she said my full name sternly. “Don't.”
“It's nothing,” I insisted. After a moment, though, I answered her question, “We just try to have a date night every week and last week he was late. Tonight, it looks like he forgot completely.”
“You guys have been together since college, right?” she said as she opened the passenger's side door for me.
“Yes,” I answered as I climbed in, awkwardly maneuvering myself into the seat.
“You two need to do something to spice up your sex life.”
“Gina!” I stared at her.
She grinned as she pulled the van out of the parking lot. “Come on, Shae. You've heard of the seven-year itch, right?”
“We've only been married a year,” I pointed out. “And even if you count our engagement, it's just been four.”
“But you've been together for...?” Her voice trailed off.
I scowled. “We're still newlyweds, Gina.”
She shrugged. “I'm just saying that, when you've been together for a while, you need to make sure that you don't fall into a rut. Don't take for granted that the other person's going to be there all the time.”
To my surprise, she let it go at that and the rest of the ride was done in silence. I knew she was giving me time to think, whether I wanted it or not. I didn't really want to because that would mean I'd have to admit that there was something to what she'd said. In some ways, though, I knew she was right. Allen and I had dated for three months before we'd slept together, which had seemed like taking it slow at the time. We'd been together for nearly five years before he'd proposed and then had a two year engagement. Everything about our relationship had been slow, planned. Allen had wanted to make sure that neither of us felt rushed into anything. I'd always appreciated it, but now I was wondering if taking things so slowly had brought us to a stale point in our marriage long before it should've happened.
When Gina pulled up in front of the house, I thanked her and went inside. I'd considered going down to Allen's vineyard office to see what he was doing, but I didn't want to interrupt. He was the kind of person who focused on something so hard that he tended to get annoyed if he was interrupted. If I wanted him to really talk about what was going on, I'd need to wait until he was done.
I also needed to figure out how to approach the subject. I didn't want him to feel like I was attacking him or accusing him of anything. I knew when most women's husbands worked late, the first thing that came to mind was that he was cheating. I wasn't worried about that. The entire time Allen and I had been together, I'd never once doubted his fidelity, and I didn't doubt it now.
What I found myself wondering, however, was if I was on my way to becoming a work widow. I'd always known that Allen was driven. He never would've gotten this far in life if he hadn't been, and I loved that he was a hard worker. Now, though, I wasn't sure where that line was, the one that
told him that his relationship with me was just as important as the vineyard.
I wandered aimlessly through the house, unable to shake the restlessness that had settled on me since I'd gone inside to find the house empty. I rummaged through the cabinets, considering making something for dinner, then decided I didn't feel like sitting down to eat. I went through each room, picking things up and then setting them down. I cleaned up the little bit of clutter that had accumulated since Hesper had come on Monday. She'd be back on Thursday, but I always tried to keep up with things. Hiring a maid during the school year had been Allen's idea, not mine, and usually I was grateful that I didn't have to come home from work and worry about cleaning, but right now I would've been grateful for something to do.
I tried finishing grading my papers, but I couldn't focus. Finally, I ended up doing the only thing I could think of. I took a long bath to try to relax, though without the glass of wine I'd considered. I'd always been a lightweight and if I drank on an empty stomach, I'd definitely have a hangover tomorrow. When I was done with my bath and saw that Allen still wasn't home yet, I took a couple of the sleeping pills I kept around for when my insomnia acted up.
Ten minutes later, I was alone in bed and starting to fall asleep. My last thought was that I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to be in my bed alone again.
Chapter 3
“Are you ready yet? I don't want to be late.”
I summoned every ounce of self-control that I had and answered in a relatively calm voice. “I'm almost done. We'll be fine.”
Things had been tense between us the last two days. Even though I'd told myself on Wednesday night that I didn't want to go to bed alone ever again, I'd ended up doing it again last night. I'd barely seen Allen, and he'd never said a word about missing our date on Wednesday. I hadn't said anything either. We'd hardly had the time to exchange pleasantries. I wasn't about to start a long conversation in those few short minutes.
When I'd gotten home from work today, I'd thought I'd be doing more of the same. In fact, I'd fully intended to indulge in the ice cream I'd bought on my way home and watch one of the shows I loved but Allen despised. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was pulling on my robe when I'd heard Allen in the bedroom.
“Good,” he'd said in his rushed, distracted voice. “I need a quick shower before we go.”
Then he'd brushed past me, shedding his clothes as he went and leaving me staring after him. It hadn't been until I'd heard the shower turn back on that I realized why Allen had come home early.
He hadn't done it for me. He'd done it for Jasper.
Jasper Whitehall had been Allen's college roommate at UCLA. They'd met as freshman and become almost immediate friends. When I'd met Jasper, he and Allen were more like brothers than friends. I'd known the fact that he'd grown up near St. Helena had definitely been a deciding factor for Allen when it came to taking over the vineyard. I hadn't minded though. Staying in California was much better than going back to Texas with his family.
Jasper was a doctor, working at a small private practice with his father after he'd gotten his license, so we didn't get to see him as often as I knew Allen would've liked. When Jasper's schedule did allow though, Allen made sure we had the time too.
I liked Jasper well enough, though I'd never really understood the connection between the two of them. They had little in common, save their work ethic and intelligence. They were opposites in so many ways. Allen's hair was light. Jasper's was coal black. Allen's eyes were an open book. Jasper had clear gray eyes that were impossible to read. He was bigger than Allen, though more in build than height. Where Allen's talents lay in numbers and shrewd business decisions, Jasper worked with people. I didn't really think of him as a people person, though, but I supposed that was because he wasn't very social. Most of the time when Allen and I had gone out in college, it had been like pulling teeth to get Jasper to go with us. But he cared about people.
I'd never really spent any alone time with Jasper even though I considered him a friend. For the most part, I enjoyed Jasper's company as much for what it did for Allen as anything else. I liked the way the two of them were together.
I reminded myself of that as I put on the final touches of my make-up. Sure, Allen had forgotten about our date, but not about us going out with Jasper. I told myself that it was because Allen so rarely saw Jasper that those dates stuck out in his mind. He saw me all the time.
Gina's comments came back to me and I frowned. What did it say about the state of my marriage that Allen was more excited to see his old roommate than his wife?
I shook my head and smoothed down my dress. I'd been trying to convince myself that I was just worn thin from the end of the year, that a night out was what I needed to feel better. I knew the truth though. What I wanted – what I needed – was my husband's attention.
Hence the dress.
It was my favorite and it had been too long since I'd last worn it. A deep purple, it complemented both my coloring and my eyes. The hem hit mid-thigh and the neckline was, for lack of a better word, daring. I'd always felt beautiful wearing it, and tonight, I needed to feel beautiful.
I came out of the bathroom and slipped on my heels. When I stepped out into the living room, I felt a surge of pleasure at the expression on Allen's face when he saw me. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly.
“Wow.”
“Thank you.” I smiled, a flush of warmth going through me. “Shall we go?”
As I started to walk past him, I half-expected him to do what he used to do when he wore that look. Wrap his arm around my waist and pull me against him. Whisper in my ear how much he wanted me. Take me hard and fast, bent over the bed. Peel my clothes slowly from my body and make me beg. Not care about anything but our mutual pleasure.
He didn't do any of those things though. Instead, he followed me out of the house, quick stepping around me to get to the passenger's side door so he could open it for me. When we were on our way, he reached over and took my hand. I shivered as his fingers threaded through mine, his thumb making small circles on the back of my hand. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed this, the small touches. I squeezed his hand and gave him a quick smile, not wanting to distract him while he was driving. Maybe when we got home I'd have the opportunity to follow through with a lot more than hand holding.
Jasper was already waiting for us when we arrived at the restaurant and he stood as we approached. He smiled when he saw us, his face lighting up, making him look years younger than Allen. Jasper was classically handsome, a fact that wasn't lost on our hostess, and I couldn't suppress a smile at the envious look she threw my way.
“You look lovely, Shae.” Jasper gave me a quick hug, then turned to Allen for a longer one. “So do you, Allen.” One corner of his mouth quirked.
Allen rolled his eyes. “Did you start drinking already?” He pulled out the chair in front of me.
“No.” Jasper gestured towards his empty wine glass. “But I would like to celebrate a bit tonight. I paid off the last of my student loans.”
“How'd you manage that?” I asked, impressed. If I hadn't gotten a lot of scholarships, and Allen and I hadn't only had my loans to worry about, we still would've been paying them off. As it was, it had taken us two years to get all of mine cleared. We were well-off, but not millionaires, as Allen's family loved to remind us. If the vineyard kept doing well though, in a few years, who knew. “I'd imagine med school loans are awful.”
To my surprise, his ears turned red and he looked down at the table. If I hadn't known how unflappable he usually was, I would've said he was embarrassed.
“I was out on a bike trail a few days ago and came across an injured dog. I took it back to the practice and fixed it up. Dad was pissed until it turned out that the dog's owner was rich and very, very grateful.” He shrugged. “I tried to turn her down, but she was determined to show her gratitude.”
“Was she pretty?” Allen grinned and I shook my head.
Ja
sper shot him an exasperated look. “She's ninety.” He took a sip of water. “But she said she knew that doctors had hefty student loans and that she'd take care of mine. I told her it wasn't necessary, but the next day, I got a call saying all of my student loans had been paid off.”
“That definitely calls for some celebration,” Allen said as he clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I'm buying.”
As Allen flagged down a waiter to order some wine, I turned to Jasper. “How is the practice going?”
A shadow passed across his face and I was immediately sorry I'd asked. Jasper worked with his father, but I'd always gotten the impression that he and his family didn't get along very well, or they weren't close. I'd seen them a few times over the years, but had never really said much to them beyond greetings. Jasper never talked about them, at least not around me. I'd never asked Allen for details. In my opinion, if Jasper wanted me to know, he'd tell me himself.
“It's going fine.” Jasper's smile was tight. “Not exactly where I'd pictured myself when I was closing in on thirty.”
“Really?” I leaned forward so that Jasper and I wouldn't interfere with Allen's wine discussion. “I always thought you wanted to work with your dad.”
Jasper shrugged and glanced at me before looking down at his water glass. He ran his finger around the rim and, for a moment, I thought he wasn't going to answer. “Most people think that, but I never really liked the idea of a private practice.”
“That's right,” Allen entered the conversation. “You wanted to do some sort of clinic.”
Jasper nodded. “I want to set up a clinic for the lower income people in the area, provide free healthcare.” He sighed. “But that takes more money than I have.”
