by Amy Harmon
“In the hospital, the doctors are afraid the old Dalton is going to die. The young Dalton comes to see him and is especially shaken about it. The old Dalton tells him that he’s from the future and has built a time machine so he can change his life. The young Dalton thinks the old man’s delirious, but as the hospital people begin to prep him for surgery, the young Dalton notices some birthmarks on the old man’s chest—the same birthmarks he has on his own chest.
“Sarah and the young Dalton are sent to a waiting room while the doctors work on saving the old Dalton. And it’s there she sees the news story about her plane going down. They’re both in shock over this, as well as what’s happened with the old Dalton; they talk about life, about what’s important in life, and the audience can see a bond forming between them. Dalton starts trying to figure the whole thing out—starts wondering what kind of man he’ll be at sixty-five and what all this time-travel business means. Does he need to change his life? What will happen if he does?
“Just then the surgeon comes into the waiting room, frustrated, and tells them they’ve lost the old Dalton. ‘Lost?’ Dalton says. ‘You mean he’s dead?’
‘No,’ the surgeon says. ‘I mean he’s gone.’
‘Gone but not dead?’ Dalton says.
‘He was there on the table one moment, and the next moment he was gone,’ the surgeon says. ‘We’re searching the hospital for him.’
“The surgeon walks off and Sarah understands. She takes hold of Dalton’s arm and says, ‘He went back to the future.’”
‘Or,’ Dalton says, ‘perhaps he changed the present so much that now I won’t need to build a time machine in the future.’
“They gaze at one another, and Sarah says, ‘I guess we’ll never know.’
“But as they walk out of the hospital, Dalton takes her hand, and the audience knows.” Slade held up his hands for emphasis. “The end. Everyone gets up from their seats, so moved they spill the remainder of their popcorn on the floor.”
Slade looked intently at AJ, trying to judge his reaction by the way he chewed his hash browns. Finally AJ said, “Interesting. Sounds like it might have potential.”
“Then you’ll look at the script?”
“Sure. Drop it by anytime.”
Slade smiled. “You’ll have it by the end of the day."
AJ forked another bite of hash browns into his mouth. “I’m not sure how long it will take me to get to it. Every minute we’re not on the set, Natalie either has a sightseeing or shopping trip planned.” He gestured to her. “Which is it this morning? I’ve forgotten already.”
“Shopping,” she said.
He nodded. “Of course.”
Natalie glanced over at Slade, then folded her hands across her lap. “It seems like a great story.” She slid one hand on AJ’s arm and turned her attention completely to him. “I’ll skip my trip to Neiman Marcus if you want to spend the morning reading Slade’s script.”
“Really?” AJ asked. “You’d give up Neiman for the Time Machine?”
“I’ll go swimming and work on my tan instead.”
AJ turned to Slade. “I guess the story has one fan already.” He leaned closer to Slade. “I’m ready to green-light your script on the merit of how much money it just saved me at Neiman’s alone.”
“Great,” Slade said. “I’ll give it to you as soon as we finish here.” Slade picked up his fork and took a bite of his eggs. Finally he felt like he had an appetite.
Chapter Sixteen
The first thing out of Bella’s mouth when she walked into Clarissa’s room was, “Are you taking me to the ocean today?” Leave it to a child to skip the small talk.
Clarissa turned her back on Elaina, who lay sprawled in front of the TV watching Sesame Street, and smiled down at Bella. While Clarissa smiled she wrestled between the pros and cons of giving in to a beach trip this morning.
Pro: No screaming right now.
Con: Screaming the next time Bella didn’t get her way the first time she asked for something.
Pro: No screaming right now.
Con: Clarissa running around the beach after Bella because Bella had never learned to obey and wouldn’t follow her instructions. Perhaps something dangerous could even happen, like losing Bella to an undercurrent—which would lead to a lot of other cons, like the heartbreaking funeral and a lifetime of therapy to deal with the guilt of Bella’s death.
Clarissa bent down to be on Bella’s eye level and kept her voice cheerfully upbeat. “I’m not comfortable taking you to the beach by myself yet, but if you’d like, we can go put on our suits and go to the kiddy pool again.”
Bella slouched her shoulders, tilted her face up, and let out a whiny, “Wh-y-y can-n-’t I g-o-o to the bea-ea-ch n-ow-ow?”
“I’m not sure you can mind me well enough to follow the rules, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I ca-an too-o ob-ey-ey the ru-u-u-les!”
Clarissa stared down at Bella and all at once felt overwhelmed at the task ahead of her. How could she even think she wanted a permanent position as a nanny when she didn’t know how she would make it through the next ten minutes with her sanity intact? Still, she continued to smile. “I’ll see how well you obey at the pool, and then we’ll talk about the beach.”
Bella took a deep breath, and Clarissa braced herself for a bloodcurdling scream. Instead, Bella glanced over at the chair she had time-out in yesterday and then let the breath out again. She frowned as she considered her options. “Can we go to the pool right now?”
“Sure.”
“And if I’m good, we’ll go to the beach?”
“Right.”
“And we can catch sharks?”
“Well, um, if the sharks are on the sand.”
“Okay.”
Clarissa got the girls ready, and Bella reminded her, in two-minute increments, that she was being good. Which always made Elaina pipe in with, “I’s being good too, huh, Mommy?”
“Yes, you’re both being very good,” Clarissa answered. “I appreciate it.” And she did. Still, it was a relief when both girls finally splashed into the pool, bringing the constant performance review to an end.
Then Clarissa had time to think about her own performance review.
Yesterday had gone badly. In fact, thus far her career as Bella’s nanny had—in Hollywood’s terminology—been a one-star affair. If that. She needed today to be better. She needed to prove to Slade that she actually was competent and qualified to watch Bella. And for once it would be helpful if Bella could cooperate toward that end.
Clarissa looked out at the kiddy pool where Bella sat perched on the side of the pool, kicking her feet in the water.
Keep being good, she told her silently. Keep being good until I can figure out how to handle you.
Chapter Seventeen
Slade stood at AJ’s hotel room door, script in hand, and knocked lightly. Natalie answered the door. She wore a white bikini top; a short, silky, floral wraparound skirt; and a pair of white, beaded sandals that looked as though they’d snap if she took more than two steps in them. “AJ’s on the phone with California,” she said in a hushed tone, “I’ll give your script to him. Just a second.”
Leaving Slade in the hall, she took the envelope from his hands and disappeared into the room. When she came back, she had a towel draped over her shoulder and carried a straw beach bag. She slipped out of the room and shut the door behind her.
“So where are you taking me this morning?” She put her arm through Slade’s. “The beach, the pool, or somewhere else?”
“You want me to take you somewhere?”
“I got AJ to read your script, didn’t I?” She squeezed his arm. “You don’t want me to get bored and change my mind about shopping, do you?”
Slade smiled at her warily. “All right. I’ll meet you at the pool in ten minutes. Just give me time to change.”
Her smile widened. It was probably the same smile a praying mantis used right before it devou
red its mate. “I’ll be waiting,” she cooed, then turned and walked down the hallway, her skirt swaying softly as she went.
Slade strode back toward his room but stopped at Clarissa’s instead. If she was still in her room, he could tell her to take the girls to the pool. With Bella around, climbing over him and demanding to be tossed up into the air, Natalie wouldn’t have a chance to implement whatever plans she was concocting.
He knocked on the door. No one answered.
Plan number two. Meredith could show up at the pool and fake some sort of emergency. Anything that would require his immediate attention. He hurried to her room and tried it. No one answered there, either.
Slade slapped his hand on the door one last time, then marched to his own room. Women. How come they were never around when you needed them?
After he’d closed his door behind him, he took out his cell phone and punched in Clarissa’s number. While it rang, he unbuttoned his shirt.
Clarissa picked up after a couple of rings. “Hello?”
Slade tossed his shirt on the dresser and balanced the phone against his shoulder while he worked on his pants. “Are you still at the hotel?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Stop doing whatever you’re doing, and go to the pool with the girls.”
“I’m already at the pool with the girls.”
“Good. Then stay there.” He dropped the phone as he put one leg of his swimsuit on. He finished with his swimsuit, then picked up the phone from the floor. “Sorry about that. Look, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He turned off the phone, tossed it onto a chair, and grabbed a towel and a bottle of suntan lotion. He had just slipped on his sandals when he heard a knock on the door. He picked up his sunglasses and went to answer the door.
Somehow he’d known Natalie wouldn’t meet him at the pool. She had come to his room to wait for him while he finished changing.
He opened the door, and she stood there smiling casually. “I forgot to bring suntan lotion. Do you have any?”
He tossed his bottle to her. “You’re in luck.”
She caught it without even looking at the bottle. “I hope so.”
Chapter Eighteen
Clarissa slipped the phone back into her bag. Stay where you are? The man was absolutely cryptic. Maybe movie stars were used to ordering people around without any explanations.
She lay back on the pool deck chair and watched the girls go down the boat slide. Bella went down waving her arms and squealing. Splash. Elaina followed. More squealing. Splash. Then both girls waded across the pool, up the steps, and dripped their way back to the slide. They never seemed to get tired of it.
That was fine, though. When Slade came he’d see what a good time the girls were having. Perhaps with a little luck Clarissa might raise her rating to a three- or four-star nanny today.
“You were right. The blue suit does look the nicest on you.”
Clarissa turned and saw Landon standing behind her. He was dressed in shorts and a polo, looking irresistibly tanned and toned. The sun hit his hair so that his blonde highlights gleamed. His eyes scanned over her, taking in her every detail.
“Landon, hello,” Clarissa said. “Are you going swimming?” A stupid question. Of course he wasn’t going swimming. He was fully dressed. Only people like, well, people like herself, went into the pool with their clothes on.
He didn’t seem to notice, or at least didn’t comment, on the obvious. He pulled one of the pool chairs next to hers and sat down, his arms resting casually on the chair armrests. “I was passing by and noticed you sitting here. You’ve lured me to you again with your swimsuit.”
Oh. This was what she needed. Slade would be here in a few minutes. He’d see her with Landon and think she’d ignored everything he told her last night. Slade would think she was some sort of hopeless flirt. She could feel, as she sat stiffly smiling over at Landon, her rating as a nanny fall to a dangerously low level.
“Well, it’s nice of you to drop by and say hi. I mean, I’m sure you must be busy working on your series. Swamped probably. In a rush to get somewhere…”
“I’ll be busy come Monday. That’s when the work starts.”
“Oh.”
Landon leaned back in his chair. “So what are your plans for the day?”
Clarissa watched Bella shriek into the pool. “I’m babysitting the girls.”
“Today? On Saturday? Slade isn’t even giving you the weekend off?”
“I watch Bella whenever he needs me to.”
“Then I’ll help you watch her.” Landon smiled over at Clarissa. “Which one is your daughter?”
“The one at the top of the slide.”
Landon glanced in that direction. “She’s beautiful. Looks just like her mother. Same long blonde hair. Same big blue eyes.” Landon turned his attention back to Clarissa, and his gaze felt heavy. She told herself she was absolutely not going to blush but wasn’t sure how well she managed to achieve that goal.
“Um, thanks,” she said. “But you don’t want to sit around and tend children all day. They get to be quite a handful. I can’t take my eyes off them for a minute.”
“I’m great with kids,” Landon said. “Bella is crazy about me.” He waved at her and yelled, “Hi, Bella!”
Bella glanced at him, then turned away, splashing through the pool without saying anything.
“Bella!” he called to her again. “It’s me, Uncle Landon. Aren’t you going to say hi to me?”
Without looking at him she yelled, “Hi!”
Landon leaned back in his chair. “See. She loves me.”
Clarissa heard footsteps behind her, and then a woman’s voice said, “Who loves you, Landon?”
Clarissa glanced over her shoulder and saw Natalie and Slade both dressed in swimming suits and carrying towels.
Landon smiled widely at Natalie. “Simply fill in the blank.”
Natalie tossed her towel on the chair next to Landon and undid the tie on her skirt, slowly peeling it away from her white bikini and tanned waist.
Landon leaned farther back in his chair and let his gaze run over her. “So, what brings you to the kiddy pool, Natalie?”
“Slade and I are spending the afternoon together while AJ goes over Slade’s screenplay. When we saw you here, Slade had to come over and check on Bella.”
Slade dropped his things on the chair next to Natalie’s. He looked tense, although Clarissa couldn’t tell whether this was from being with Natalie or because he found her with Landon. Perhaps both.
“There’s Bella now,” Slade said and headed into the kiddy pool.
He was only a few steps into the water when Bella noticed him. She was halfway down the slide, tried to stand up anyway, and ended up falling face first into the water. Slade sloshed over to her as quickly as he could.
Bella popped back up out of the water, laughing. “Daddy!” she yelled and held her arms up to him. He picked her up and swung her around.
Elaina slid down the slide next and immediately splashed over to Slade too. She held up her arms to him. “Swing me too! Swing me too!”
Holding Bella in one arm, Slade scooped Elaina up, spun around, and then fell down in the water. Both girls squealed with delight and chanted, “Again! Again!”
Clarissa hadn’t even noticed she’d gripped the armrests of her chair, but she found her grip slowly relaxing. Slade had picked up Elaina and held her along with his own daughter. There was no hesitancy, no sense of rejection—no sense that Slade considered Elaina a burden. It was a bittersweet relief. She couldn’t help wondering why Alex couldn’t have been like that.
“Do you mind rubbing some lotion on my back?” Natalie held the bottle out to Landon. “I never can seem to reach there.”
He took it with a grin. “I’m always willing to help.”
Landon poured some lotion into the palm of his hand and then rubbed it slowly across Natalie’s shoulders, caressing the curves of her neck. She lifted her hair off her shoulders, and st
udied Landon through lowered lashes.
Completely obvious. Completely transparent. Next they’d be sending each other meaningful gazes and making guttural noises. Clarissa turned away, rolling her eyes as she did.
Had she and Landon behaved this blatantly while dancing last night? She felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment at the thought. No wonder Slade thought she was foolish. You always looked foolish flirting with shallow people.
She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
In fact, she was back to her resolve of swearing off men completely. Men had a way of muddling your thinking and making you act in ways you regretted later.
No more men.
She glanced over at Landon, and his handsomeness seemed diminished somehow. His jawline, instead of square and masculine, seemed over-exaggerated. His eyes, so intense last night, now looked artificial, like costume jewelry.
Her gaze traveled to the pool again. Slade was so different from Landon. Slade had substance. Character. That’s why he was avoiding Natalie, and that’s why he would never look twice at Clarissa.
She watched him as he waded backward in the kiddy pool, grinning down at the girls as they splashed after him.
He would probably never come out of the pool. He’d stay there until dinnertime to avoid Little Miss Coppertone’s advances. And if Slade ever did come back in conversational range, he’d probably tell Clarissa she could have the rest of the day off, just so Bella could be his permanent chaperone.
On the downside, she would no longer have an excuse to avoid Landon; but on the upside, Landon was now so involved with Natalie he probably wouldn’t care. They’d spend the day oiling each other and wouldn’t even notice Clarissa’s exit.
“Clarissa, do you need lotion on your back?” Landon turned his smile at her.
Oh. How nice. Landon was an equal-opportunity flirter.
He wiggled his fingers. “My hands are already lotioned, so I might as well protect you from the sun too.”
“That’s okay. I put on sunscreen before I came out.”
He swung his legs off his chair and faced Clarissa, then leaned over and put his hands on her shoulders. “You can never have too much sunscreen.” His hands caressed the lotion onto her shoulders. “You need to be careful, you know.”
