When he arrived at his Aunt Jen’s house, just off Carolina Beach, she was waiting on her porch. The car smelled of fear, and he knew that Geraldine had reason to be scared. This was going to completely alter her life, and Dev knew grown men that didn’t respond well to change. He could tell Jen was impatient and hankering for an introduction to her newest project. Deven carried the shopping bags inside the historic colonial, leaving the grouping by the open front door. Giving his aunt a hug and kiss on the cheek, he took her by the hand to the Hummer. Charyn hopped out, and Jen opened her arms wide.
“How’s that pretty wife of yours?” Jen had a grin from one ear to the other.
“She’s great.” As usual, Charyn was so proud of his wife and was happy to sing her praises to the world.
“Good! Make sure to bring her by for tea. I haven’t gotten the chance to pick her brain about a redecorating project.”
“I’ll make sure to tell her to give you a call.”
Meanwhile, Deven opened the back door and escorted the mother of the only woman he’d ever loved into the weak sunlight toward the first steps of a brand-new life. Jen walked over as they made their way up the steps and stuck out a hand. Geraldine placed her hand in his aunt’s and shook it, the motion rusty as if she hadn’t seen social niceties in a long time.
The first thing Jen did was ask what would make her more comfortable.
“Can I take a shower?”
“Sure can, lemme show you where it is.” Jen took Geraldine’s arm and walked her back to the guest room she prepped earlier. “Here is your room, and there is a small bath just across the room. There’s everything you could need on the sink.” Jen pointed out a towel, shampoo and conditioner, toothbrush, and the other myriad items needed for a toilette. Deven had taken the bags into the room and sat them on the bed. He walked out with his auntie and shut the door. It was clear that she wanted to talk.
When they sat down in the living room, Jen had to know everything. It must have been the psychiatrist in her.
“What is it, Deven? You could have packed for an overnight trip with those bags under your eyes. You smell like”—she sniffed—“moonshine.”
“I know, but the short version is I got dumped by the woman of my dreams, and that is her mom.” Deven didn’t need her mind to start digging and uncover things best left unsaid. But as he saw the look scroll across her face and Dev knew her mind was working at warp speed.
“So you got drunk as a skunk?”
“Basically.”
“Deven, do you think she loves you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“So what’s the problem? Just go and get her.”
“She took her house keys, gave me mine back. Plus, she’s mad about the fact I talked to her mom. Add that to the fact that I am not happy that she had a bad childhood, one that she won’t even speak to me about. That equals big problems.”
“Dev, I’m going to lay it on you. Humans tie their identities to their parents, through watching their behaviors and using what they see to pattern their adult selves. Either children follow their parents’ behaviors or become the antithesis of what they learned. If a child learns from an adult’s mistakes, usually they are ashamed. Either of themselves or of the parent. Plus, children of dysfunctional families usually tie their parents with their own self-esteem.”
“Okay, I got that, but what are you trying to tell me?”
“Basically she broke up with you because she was ashamed that you got a good whiff of her parentage. More than likely she lashed out before you could do what she expected.”
Deven stopped breathing. Still for long moments, Jen watched him process what she said.
“Well, damn, I never thought about it like that.”
“Think about it, Dev. How would you feel if the roles were reversed? What if your parents were people that you felt ashamed of? Or disgusted with? And you had to watch the person you love get an up close look at skeletons you would rather bury six feet deep underground.”
He never thought about it. He was a fortunate man, who came from much and had a whole, fully functional family. Growing up was idyllic, and he never went hungry or had fear for his well-being. But Charli had. No wonder she kept silent about the bulk of her childhood. He had some memories she’d share with him, but all were after she lived with Sharon and Makenzie. She didn’t share with him why she lived with Sharon and with the way the wind blew she probably wouldn’t have told him either.
“Deven, it’s okay. You just have to make concessions for her. Understand that she isn’t going to lay her soul bare after years of hiding herself from others. She probably hasn’t told a single soul everything either. It’s hard for an average person to hold themselves up to the scrutiny of their loved ones. Let alone someone who has had to survive challenges and uncertainty during their formative years.”
Deven took her words to heart and decided he would win Charli back. No matter what it took. If anyone needed love, it was his woman.
Finished analyzing, Jen offered snacks.
“Deven, Charyn, y’all hungry? I have some really good crab salad and a pitcher of tea. Maybe I could rustle up some shortbread for you to go with it.”
Deven still couldn’t handle the idea of eating. His stomach complained at the mere mention of food.
“No thanks, I think I’ll pass.”
But Charyn, being the hungry individual he was, looked up from the television and said, “I want some Aunt Jen.”
Deven laughed. Charyn could eat any time of day no matter what was going on around him. Jen just smiled at Charyn, the look of a woman used to feeding an extra hungry man.
When Geraldine came out from the room, she looked so much like Charli it twisted the knife of their separation deeper in his gut. Only the older version was extremely frail and needed to gain a few pounds. She had long hair, and now that it was clean, Deven saw the mass hung past her hips. There was a shock of salt in the color, right at the front. The clothes fit her, although not well as they were slightly too big. But hopefully, by the time she left the rehab, she would have gained some weight. The drugs made her face appear older than the mid-forties that she told Deven yesterday, and she looked about ten years older. But he could see where his wife got her pixie features and figure, the too-wide eyes, generous mouth.
He gave the freshly showered woman a hug and took her to the small sitting room where Jen had set up a small brunch for her guests. There was the promised crab salad, small sandwiches with ham and cheese, and a pitcher of tea. Geraldine, looking surprised to see the food offered to her and as if she had forgotten how to eat, sat down. Deven could see she was scared to touch the food, and made a plate with everything on it, giving it to her. Geraldine took the platter and nibbled on a piece of cheese.
“Geraldine, if it’s okay, I would like to talk to you when we finish eating. I want to see what you would like to do after you conquer your addiction. That way we can get you settled after we finish the some of the hard part.”
“I think I would like that.”
Chapter Twelve:
No Ass, Gas, or Grass…But Still Rode for Free
Charli was poring over her books, trying to determine what she could cut from her laundry list of needs for the restaurant. She was supposed to sign the papers for the loan, and she planned to do that Monday. But she wasn’t 100 percent sure if she wanted to take the offer or not. Maybe she needed to look at another lender. She didn’t want to short the venture by being too hasty. For sure, she didn’t want to use the house or her new restaurant as collateral, as they were paid off, and if anything happened... Charli shook her head at the negative thought. She wasn’t going to think like that. She was going to succeed. Deven told her that, and he never lied to her.
Charli spent her morning pacing her house, thinking what she could do, about everything. Deven, the restaurant, the loan, the lot were a jumbled mass in her brain. Disgusted with herself, Charli decided to cook something. There was nothing else to do, but
if she stopped moving, Charli knew she’d drown in the thoughts plaguing her. Makenzie was resting, and as much as she loved her best friend, Charli needed a moment to herself.
It was approaching lunch time, and Charli was feeling a bit hungry. She puttered around and unearthed the makings for a chicken potpie. That would give her something to busy herself with, and supply a full dinner for tonight. But for the interim, she felt like having something simple. Charli made the decision to pull out a package of bologna, fry a slice or two and have a sandwich and chips. When the bologna was crisp and dark on both sides, Charli quickly plated the food and sat everything at the table.
She walked back to her bedroom, with the intent on checking on Makenzie. But her home girl was awake and stretching out her cramped muscles.
“Mmmm, Charli, I smell fried bologna. You make sandwiches?”
“Yeah, come and have some.”
The pair ate at the small table in the kitchen, the enjoyment of the Spartan meal evident in the smiles on both their faces.
When they finished, Makenzie was back, and ready for answers.
“Charli, what happened between you and Deven?” Charli knew that this was coming. Makenzie was worse than a dog with a bone.
“Yesterday I went to the bank for a loan meeting about the restaurant. Everything was good, or so I thought. When I came back she was in my house, talking to Deven, and I don’t even know how long she was here. Or what she told him. If I wanted to dig into my past with him, I would have already. If I wanted him to see my personal hell, I would have shown him. But I didn’t, Mak. Then he had the nerve to fix his lips to defend her. Like she had a valid excuse. Mak, you can’t explain away the first ten years. Hell, even the last twenty.”
“You have a right to feel that way, but to take it out on the man you love... Don’t do it to yourself, Charli. You are just letting everything in the past destroy your future. Now I’m not saying you’re wrong to have issues with your mom. But to push away the man you love? Not a smart move.”
“You didn’t see the look on his face. Girl, he felt sorry for me. I just did us both a favor. This way he didn’t have to dump me and feel any guilt about it.”
“Well, if that’s the case…How are you feeling?”
“Tired.”
“I can see that. You were never a sound sleeper, but it seems like you had gotten over that lately.”
“Yeah, I thought so, too.” Charli knew why. It was Deven’s fault. It was difficult to rest when one had become acclimated to not sleeping alone. Deven was the only man she had slept with overnight, and going to bed by herself at night sucked. She just didn’t realize how dependent she was on him for a good night’s rest.
Everything about Deven felt so good. His scent made her tingle. His size thrilled her. His voice in the dark caressed her. His strength made her feel safe. God, she missed him. But Mak missed one crucial fact. Deven hadn’t called her or attempted to contact her once. If he had, she probably would have folded like a cardhouse in the wind.
“Have you called him?”
“If he wanted to talk to me, he could have called, too. Probably doesn’t want to hear from me anyway.”
“Girl, he spent the entire day getting drunk. Mind you, that was after he drove his car until the batteries died.”
Charli didn’t know how to respond to that. She felt hope, but immediately crushed the fragile blossom as the fledgling emotion arose in her chest. There could be many reasons he got drunk. He could have been disgusted with the fact he had dated her. Deven could have been grossed out when he saw her mom. He could have been grateful that he’d dodged her drama. Anything. When she came to from her ruminations, Mak was still speaking.
“... and you are moping around. You just did your quarterly cleaning spree, and when I got in here, I was light-headed. I’m surprised to find you alive in the midst of all these chemicals floating about.”
“Huh?” Charli didn’t understand where this was all going.
“Girl, you only clean when you’re stressed. I remember when you moved in with us. Do you realize you cleaned for a month straight? I remember Mom said you made her feel like she had a nasty house cause you puttered nonstop.”
Damn, she had forgotten about that. But the reason she cleaned so much was that she had to earn her keep. People didn’t do things on gratis. Like the bumper sticker that said, “Ass, grass, or gas, nobody rides for free.” It wasn’t until later she realized that Sharon loved her, just as she was. She didn’t have to be perfect, only Charli. After that she learned to accept hugs and caring, and how to give them back.
At three, the doorbell rang. Charli was elbow deep in pastry dough, so Mak dashed to the door. When she returned, there was a huge arrangement in her arms. It had to be at least three dozen white tulips.
“I wonder who these are from?” Makenzie asked aloud nonchalantly.
“Girl, they just as likely to be from your husband.”
“Nah, he sends me tiger lilies at the moment.”
“You raggedy honeymooning heffa.”
“That’s you, boo, but I do know I’m looking at this card.” Mak pulled the card from the stem. Charli wasn’t having that and even with her doughy hands snatched the card from her friend. No way was she letting Mak read it first. No telling what he said on it. When Charli opened the heavy card stock, there was one sentence on the bi-folded paper.
Did you enjoy your cake? She knew what he meant, but Makenzie was goggling over her shoulder.
“Cake? Where’s the cake at?”
“In the fridge.”
“Can I have some?”
“Sure, Mak.”
Makenzie didn’t let grass grow beneath her feet and dug the Aztec lovers cake out of the fridge, and sliced two pieces.
When Mak tasted the cake, she moaned through shut lips and tasted another bite. Charli’s cake was bittersweet and left her cravings unsatisfied. She thought about the ring he baked in the confection, and the taste of the cake seemed metallic, brackish. Almost as if the ring left a reminder that it was there behind.
“Oh god, that was so good. Can I please take home a piece?” Mak looked so hopeful, Charli didn’t want to disappoint her.
“Yes, you can.”
When Mak left for her house later, she invited Charli to come with. But Charli saw that Makenzie wanted to see her husband. Plus she needed time to think. None of the issues at hand were resolved today, and she needed to get some plans made. Charli wrote a list, and for each item she wrote the pros and cons of her preferred options. For the loan she decided to take the offered thirty grand as the interest rate was really good, and she probably wouldn’t get better. For the rest, she would just have to dig deep for what she could in her retirement fund. Taking the money out of her Cayman Island account would lose her a heap in interest, but it couldn’t be helped.
The situation with Deven was much harder to decide. She knew that she didn’t want any other man. Deven satisfied every craving she ever had, fulfilled every fantasy she could imagine. No other man treated her with so much respect. Before she gained respect through fear, by being tough and hard. But Deven let her be a woman, in a way she didn’t even know she could be.
On the other hand, she felt so needy. Even sleeping alone was getting to her, and it had only been one day. With that thought, Charli refused to be a punk any longer. I don’t need no stinking man to make me whole.
* * * *
As Deven left his Aunt Jen’s with Charyn, he decided to send Charli flowers. Cream tulips and the card were pure genius. If she had eaten the slice, she would have a reminder of it and him. If she hadn’t, she would eat it and find the ring. She needed a bit of confusion, something to muss up her mind and thoughts. Deven wanted her to think about him, as she was on his mind.
Once Deven received confirmation of his delivery, he smiled for the first time in twenty four hours. Hopefully he could get his woman back before the cake was all gone. Shoot, he had plans for that cake. Deven was on his wa
y back to his brother’s house, and he had other plans to make. Now that he got over his drunken spell, it was time to figure out the best way to win back the woman of his dreams. Charli was his, whether she knew it or not.
When Deven made it back to Charyn’s beach house, he handed the SUV keys back.
“So you’re going home?”
Deven shook his head no, since the little house in Ogden was not where Charli was. But he needed to find something to get into tonight. Otherwise he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep. And if nothing else, Deven knew he needed to be on his toes to become the victor in the game of wills he was deadlocked in.
No matter what Deven did, he couldn’t relax. He worked out for two hours straight, doing cardio, lifting weights, even kickboxing. But he still couldn’t get nearly close to being tired. His usual pursuits were out, as it was too dark to do anything. But it wasn’t too late to go for a ride on his bike. He hadn’t ridden in months as it was too cool, but tonight the cold snap fit his mood perfectly. When he uncovered the Ducati, Deven took a moment to check his gauges. He wanted a nice long ride and didn’t want the interruption of running out of gas. Yesterday’s experience was enough. Seeing the gauge was full, he grinned.
Deven put on his heaviest riding jacket and gloves and pulled on his helmet as he backed out of the driveway. He didn’t have a destination in mind, and as he rode, the bike ate the road beneath him. The experience was mind clearing, and he felt the weight of the last day leave his shoulders. The night was dark, and the city quiet.
Before he knew it, it was midnight and he’d ridden half the city through. But he still felt wide awake and kept moving. When he stopped again, he was at Charli’s house. He didn’t intend to come here, but if he got a glimpse of her tonight, he might be able to trick himself into resting. Charli was awake, just like he was. The lights on in the house told him that much. She was too energy-conscious to leave them on when sleeping and didn’t like to waste money. Deven wondered what she was doing and decided to settle in and watch, at least for a minute.
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