“Yeah.” I shoved another pretzel in my mouth and proceeded to talk around it. “Didn’t go so well. She thought I was a lunatic, which in hindsight she was probably right.”
“So she knows?”
“No. She didn’t catch on. I was a babbling idiot.”
“Do you—think you should, really?”
I blew out a sigh. “I’d love not to have to, but—” But what? My invisible friend tells me I should? “—But I don’t know. I’d rather she heard from me.”
He looked down. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
“She tell you she got a job?”
“No.”
“At The Market. Just walked down there today and decided what the hell, I guess.”
“Hunh.” He chuckled. “Y’all have had a full day, haven’t you?”
“We had something. Well, at least she has the desire to get some money. That’s the first sign of ambition I’ve seen, yet. Usually she just holds a hand out.”
“What does she want to be?” he asked.
“A mooch, so far. She’s so lazy.”
He elbowed me, getting up slowly. “So were you, and you turned out okay.”
I rose with him, and Bojangles looked disappointed that the party was over.
“Yeah, I’m just the poster child for success.”
He gave me a look. “Quit being so hard on yourself. You’re doing fine.”
I looked out at the water, surrounded by dark, lit only by the partial moon and a radio tower in the distance.
“I don’t know, Dad. This brand of fine is beating me up.”
I sat cross-legged in the big chair in my room, looking out the window at the dark. I barely recall sitting there in earlier years. I was usually slung across my messy bed. Besides, it was Alex’s spot.
I ran a finger along the worn, fuzzy arm, tracing the pattern in the gray fabric.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up, proud of myself for not jumping. My old skin was coming back. But I wasn’t in the mood. Alex strolled closer and leaned against the window.
“Mad at me?”
I followed the lines with my finger. “Did you know this was a maze? Inside—”
“—A bigger maze.” He nodded and gave a sideways smirk. “Spent a lot of time there.”
I met his eyes. “So you should know better than anyone how hard I’m trying here. Trying to make things good for Riley.”
“Yes.”
“So popping up in public to make me dance like that was not cool.”
“Dani—” he began.
“You knew she’d see you and talk to you. You pick The Market parking lot for that? My God.”
His expression didn’t change. “If you were honest with her, you wouldn’t have to dance.”
I got up and stood just inches from him and stared up into his face. My head started buzzing at the proximity, and I had to back up a half step before I—before I what? I shook my head clear.
“I’ve had to dance my whole life. Knowing doesn’t make it easier.”
“You can’t be with her twenty-four-seven to protect her, Dani. I’m sure she’s done it before now, she’s just been damn lucky no one has noticed. She needs to know how to react to this, how to protect herself. Why don’t you want to give her that?”
“Because she’s sixteen. She shouldn’t have to protect herself. She shouldn’t have to worry about her reactions and who’s watching.” I hugged my arms in front of me, trying to stem the emotion rising up like the noise ringing in my ears. “Because once I tell her, the life she knows is over. Nothing will ever be the same for her.”
He frowned. “And you think you’re the only source? You’d rather she found out like you did? Have some stranger point it out?”
“So that’s what that whole dog-and-pony show was about today?”
He crossed his arms and looked at me in disbelief. “What are you so angry about?”
I felt my resolve snap. “Because that’s crossing the line, Alex!” I yelled in his face. Too close. His eyes flashed and his jaw tightened. “That’s screwing with my life. And hers.”
“I’m not screwing with you or anybody else, Dani,” he shot back at me through clenched teeth. “I want you to open your damn eyes. Why are you so hardheaded?”
“Why do you care so much what my daughter knows or doesn’t know? It’s none of your business.”
His face went stony. “Fine. Figure it out.”
He walked out the bedroom door into the hallway and was gone. My adrenaline pumped so fast, I could hear my heartbeat. I walked to the bed, sat down, and crumbled. Too many sleepless nights and the exhaustion of the day settled on me like a heavy fog, and I couldn’t fight the emotion anymore. I closed my eyes and fell over on my side, the stress shaking my body.
* * *
I jerked awake hours later, still lying in the same spot, still in my clothes. Judging from the bowling balls on my eyelids, I gathered my pre-slumber crying jag had done its typical number.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I rubbed them and pushed myself up on a groan.
“Welcome back.”
I jumped. “Damn it, Alex.” I couldn’t pull the cobwebs out. “See, that’s what my life is about. And that’s what Riley gets to look forward to now. People morphing out of the walls.”
“Yeah, your life sucks so bad.”
I dropped my head and sighed. “I didn’t mean to get all over you like that, earlier. It was a bad day.”
He rose from his chair and crossed the space to kneel in front of me. “Tomorrow’s another day.”
I stared at the window, black and solid. That’s how I felt. “I tried, Alex. I tried talking to her and I choked.” Tears burned the backs of my eyes. “I don’t want this for her.”
“It’s not your choice, love,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes and let the tears come again. I was so tired of tears. Alex never left. He watched me cry in silence, unable to touch me or hold me or wipe my tears away. He could only be there. Like always. Or almost always.
“Where did you go?” I rasped finally, when I was spent.
His eyebrows twitched together in question.
“When I moved away.”
He paused for a second. “I was there. For a while.”
I perked up. “Where?”
“Around.”
“But—”
“You needed to learn how to interact with the living, Dani.”
“Without you.”
He nodded almost imperceptibly. “Without me.”
My lip quivered again. “I missed you.”
Something in his eyes flickered. “I missed you, too.”
There was a long, intense gaze between us that was new. Felt like a hole was burning through the back of my brain.
“And when I got pregnant and lost everything? And raised her alone?”
“You had friends.”
I scoffed. “Not close ones.”
“That was your choice.”
How did he know that? “I was alone.”
“You were never alone.” His jaw twitched but his eyes bored into me, hard. “Riley was born on a Friday night, after six hours of labor, seven o’clock straight up. She stopped crying as soon as she saw your face.”
My skin prickled and his image swam before me. “You were there.”
“Of course I was.”
Several moments of silence passed. “Why?”
“What?”
“Why did you stay? Why me? Every other spirit comes and goes. Not you. You stuck.”
He blinked and looked away, which told me the subject was about to change. He was uncomfortable. Any other time, he’d outstare a mannequin. I watched him reestablish his control as he met my eyes.
“You kept things interesting.”
“That’s all? I kept you from being bored?”
He laughed. “In a sense.” His smile remained, but his eyes got serious. “You’re my friend. You matter.”
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“So, if you were around, did you watch me do everything?”
The corners of his mouth turned up.
“You did? You watched me?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Come on, what do you think I am?”
“A man.”
“But not a pervert. I do believe in privacy.”
I raised my eyebrows. “This from the man who pops up in my bedroom with no warning.”
“Here is different.”
“How so?”
“Just is.”
That actually made me laugh, and I wiped my drippy face. “So now you’d think nothing of watching me?”
“Not with another man. I wouldn’t want to see that.”
My stomach did a shimmy. He’d be jealous? “So, then—”
“Let’s talk about the shower.”
“The shower?” I laughed again. “You saying you want to see me naked?”
He chuckled. “Uh, what did you call me a minute ago? Oh yeah. A man.”
“But not a pervert.”
He laughed lightly again and crossed the room to sit in “his” chair. To get away from me? Too hot in the room? Hmmm.
“I’m saying you’re beautiful. What man wouldn’t want to see you?”
I grinned. “Well, maybe I’d want to see you, too.”
“Love to help you out with that, but this doesn’t leave.” He held out his jacket and dropped it back to rest against his body.
“Damn.”
“Yeah.”
“Bet you’d be hot.” Did I just say that to Alex? It was a weird turn. Even weirder, and not unnoticed by me, was that he’d called me love. That was new, too.
A smile pulled at his lips and he gazed unblinking at me. “If memory serves.”
Heat ran straight to my face, but I laughed out loud. “Well, don’t hold back the confidence.”
“You know, you could have it worse. I could have been ugly.”
“True.”
His expression lit up the room. “Good to see you laugh again.”
“Oh God,” I said under my breath. I rubbed my swollen eyes and groaned. “I’m too old for all this drama.”
“HAVEN’T seen the boss around lately, have you?” I asked Bob one day a few weeks later as I helped him load the vats. Actually, I just held the door open for him; he seemed to do better without me in the way.
“Think he’s out of town.”
“Hmm.”
Not that I wanted more of Jason Miller and his insults, but I did want to know the status on the car damage and how much that would cost me. His insurance hadn’t called mine back with the estimate, so I was in limbo.
“Boat’s there, but car’s gone, so I assume.”
“Boat?”
Bob jutted his head to the left as if that nailed it. At my vacant expression, he said, “The little houseboat in the cove around the point from here? You’ve seen it, right?”
“That—that’s his?”
“Yes, ma’am. He lives there.”
And drives a BMW. “Where does he park his car?”
Bob looked up patiently. “Next to the dock.”
Stupid points for me. “Who lives on a boat?” I said absently.
“A guy whose ex-wife took the house.”
I stared at Bob, or actually at his hump, since the way he leaned over I couldn’t see his head.
“How do you know all this?”
Bob stood upright and stretched, adjusting his metal leg. “He talks to me.”
“Really?”
Bob’s grin displayed his many gaps. “Guess I just have one of them faces.”
I laughed. “I guess you do. So what else did you find out?”
“He gave up everything except his boat and his car, let her have it all, then she sold everything and moved to Texas.”
“Here?”
“Hour from here. That’s where he goes when he takes off.”
“To see her?”
He stood upright and gave me an exasperated look. “To see his son.”
I felt my jaw drop. “He has a son?”
Bob shook his head and laughed. “Do you talk to anyone?”
“Clearly not enough.”
We finished up and I locked the place down, filled with anticipation for the evening. Riley and I had plans to go to Miss Olivia’s for dinner. The elusive Grady had arrived, so she was ready for company. I was ready to relax and let my guard down a little.
Riley, on the other hand, acted like I’d signed her up for the army.
“God, it’s a setup, Mom,” she said as she stomped back and forth from her room to mine. Mine had the better bathroom.
“No, it’s not.”
“Bullshit.”
“Watch your mouth.”
I got a disgusted sigh as she tossed her mascara on the counter.
“Please! I mean she seems nice and all, but I am not going to go sit on the porch and drink lemonade with some hayseed hick.”
I choked back a chuckle. “Who said anything about lemonade?”
“I’m just telling you—”
“Look, we are going because my oldest, dearest friend invited us to dinner. I never asked you to wear a party dress and pearls, okay? Go Goth and scare the crap out of him, I don’t care. But act right.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled. “Where are all your friends, by the way?”
I stopped, straight iron halfway to my head. “What?”
“I haven’t seen you talk to anyone or run across anyone other than Miss O. You never have, come to think of it. That you appear to like, anyway. I mean, everyone couldn’t have left like you did, did they?”
I blinked and opened my mouth to say—something. But that something told me we had ten minutes and it wasn’t the time. Again. I went back to mauling my hair.
“Yeah, I guess they did.”
“Well, I can’t say I blame any of you.”
Standing on Miss Olivia’s still-green porch with my sulky daughter was surreal. Like I’d stepped back in time. Except for the lock on the door. That was new.
The hunk that appeared on the other side of the screen was new, too. I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing as I watched Riley’s eyeballs fall out of her head. He held open the screen door for us, and I winked at her as I walked past her and touched her cheek.
“Close your mouth, boog,” I whispered. “Mosquitos are bad.”
Chapter 6
I didn’t even get an eye roll. I think all her body parts were in shock. So much for hayseed.
“You must be Grady,” I said, offering my hand to the at-least-six-foot-or-more beautiful boy-man in front of me.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Which was good until he just squeezed my fingers.
“Oh no.” Couldn’t help myself. Must have been that house. “Look, sweetie, take my hand.” I grabbed his hand and showed the stunned kid how to do it properly.
“Oh, kill me now,” I heard Riley mumble behind me.
“Careful what you wish for,” Miss Olivia said as she entered the room with a plate of warm brownies.
Grady took his bewildered look to his aunt, who gave him no slack.
“Learn something there, boy.” She gestured to me. “Shake a woman’s hand like you mean it. Not like she’s some frail, inferior creature.”
All his good looks dissolved into panic mode. “I—I wasn’t—”
“I know all that, boy. Just relax.” She shoved the plate at him. “Now go on and introduce yourself proper.”
He grabbed the plate and stared at it as if it could rescue him. I held out my hand again.
“Hi, Grady, I’m Dani Shane.”
The poor guy grinned crookedly and grabbed my hand in a death grip. “Grady Grader.”
I heard Riley’s brain whirl, I swear I did. She wouldn’t be able to resist it.
“Seriously?” she piped in from behind me.
He pried his fingers loose and I
watched his eyes do a similar dance to hers as he settled on Riley. Except his went north to south and back again. I turned to see a mischievous light spark up in her face as she did the up-and-down thing right back at him. His crooked grin got bigger and he laughed quietly.
“Yeah. My parents thought that was cool.”
“Drugs?”
“Psychosis.”
They laughed and were instant friends. I watched her in awe. Even in the presence of a guy that turned her insides to goo, she was savvy and witty and sharp. I envied her that. I would have been a babbling idiot.
“Y’all want some lemonade?” Miss Olivia asked.
I looked at Riley and chuckled to myself. At that point, she would have drank motor oil hanging upside down from a tree if he asked her to.
“How’s the car?” Miss Olivia asked, yanking me back to my misery.
Riley followed Grady and the brownies to wherever he was going and I snagged one off the plate as they passed. I’m not sure either of them was aware there even still was a plate.
“How did you know?”
She gave me a look that called me stupid. “Dani girl, I probably knew before you got out of the car.”
“Sad, but true.”
“Plus, I hooked Grady up with him a couple of days ago to do some maintenance on his boat, and he mentioned it.”
“What?”
“He’s good with that stuff. Wants to work on engines and parts and things. Gives him a chance to do something other than piddle around here.”
I shook my head. “Jason Miller has this whole town in his pocket.”
“Hey, now hold on there, girly,” she said, as she placed a gnarled hand on my arm. “So far, he hasn’t done a thing to bother anyone. Well, except Marg, and that’s just because he changed some rules. You got issues with him because he got under your skin.”
I flinched at that. “No, he didn’t.”
She flicked a hand at me. “Please. I can almost see the bumps.”
I scoffed at that. “Let’s set the table.”
I passed Riley in the kitchen and thumped her so that she didn’t sprout roots as she chatted up Adonis.
“It’s set,” Miss Olivia said as she led the way into the dining room and settled into her chair.
“Oooh, fried corn,” Riley said as her eyes took in the spread of fried everything and veggies soaked in butter. “Like a real supper.”
I turned to stare her down till she looked up at me and laughed. “Just kidding, Mom.”
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