by Lynn, Brandy
“It was great, and no, definitely not on the dessert. I wouldn’t know where to put it.” I pat my stomach to signal I’m stuffed. She laughs lightly.
“Yeah, well, if you don’t leave stuffed, then we didn’t do our job right.” She winks in my direction. “Here’s your check. I can take it up when you’re ready. No rush.” I realize I never looked at the job board Beverly told me about as I was leaving the bus station. The smell of food distracted me so much that I completely forgot about my need for a job. Shit. I look down at the bill, and it reads twelve dollars and some change. I pull out a twenty from my wallet and hand it over.
She starts to tell me she’ll be right back with my change, but I shake my head, telling her to keep the change. Even though I’m in desperate need of every penny I have, she earned that money. She smiles, thanking me. “Before you go, I was wondering if you knew of any openings around this area. I’m new in town, and well, to be frank, I’m kinda low on funds and looking for a job and a place to lay my head.”
“Well, is there anything particular you’re looking for?” she asks.
“Not really. At this point, I’ll do just about anything aside from shoveling shit. No scratch that. I’ll shovel shit too.” I chuckle to let her know I’m kidding.
Laughing, she responds with, “Right. I actually happen to know of a job shoveling shit,” she deadpans.
She must see my surprised face, and she busts out laughing. “Kidding. I’m only kidding. But I do know of a job that’s open. I’m not sure if it’s something you would be interested in, but you should look into it. It’s at The Happy Endings Resort two miles down the road. They offer their employees discounted housing, and they’re one of the top employers in town. Their resort is huge.”
Hmm, this is intriguing. A job and discounted housing. It’s my lucky day. “And what’s the job?” I ask curiously. She raises both eyebrows, tilting her head, as she chews on her bottom lip.
“Well, it’s a dance instructor.” I’m taken aback for a second because I never expected that. I was thinking she was going to say a handyman, cook, or some other position. Definitely not a dance instructor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” I ask because there is no way I could get this lucky.
She giggles lightly. “Definitely not kidding. If you have two left feet, it’s probably not the best position for you.” She grins at me.
“Ah-ha, lucky for me, I actually have several years of dance under my belt. Everything from jazz, tap, hip-hop, ballet, and even street dancing. So many so that I was accepted into the infamous Juilliard School of Dance.”
“Shut up.” She sucks in a breath, stunned at my admission. I guess she wasn’t expecting that. “No shit!” she asks, clearly surprised at my moment of truth.
Chuckling, I respond, “No shit.”
“So you went to Juilliard, huh?” she asks, still looking a bit stunned at my news.
“Well, not exactly. I had some things happen. Life. And well …” I trail off, not wanting to get into the specifics.
“Nope. No need to explain. I get it. Things happen. Well, if you’re not pulling my leg here, this is great news. I know Edwin will be thrilled. He’s been looking for someone for months. There have only been a handful of people to apply, but I don’t believe any of them have been qualified.” She grabs a napkin off the table and takes her pen out. Grabbing the top with her teeth, she pulls it off quickly and begins to scribble a name and a number on the napkin. She thrusts it at me, and I take the napkin in hopes that this may be the meal ticket I need. I read what she wrote on the napkin.
Edwin – The Happy Endings Resort Manager
6000 Happy Endings Boulevard
Endings, South Carolina, 24671
(671) 555-2419
“Nice. Thank you again. I really appreciate it. I know you don’t know me, so I appreciate you stepping out for me,” I say with sincerity, hoping she knows that I really do appreciate her help. “By the way, I’m Chance Walker. It’s nice to meet you.” I stick out my hand in hopes she’ll take it. I’m not looking for anything more than a friend in this new town. Hopefully, she’ll see that.
Lightly, she grabs mine in a soft, subtle shake. “Don’t thank me yet. Thank me once you have the job. Good luck.” With that, she grabs my plate off the table before turning on her heel and briskly walking away. I grab the napkin with Edwin’s information on it and pull out my phone to dial his number. No sense in waiting. It’s no time like the present. Besides, I can’t afford to wait. I enter those ten digits that Natalia wrote on the napkin moments ago and wait with baited breath as the phone begins to ring.
Chapter 6
Callie
Helping my dad pile the last of the boxes in his truck has me giddy with excitement. I’m actually doing this—adulting. The thought of my own place, even if it is with a roommate, makes me feel a sense of accomplishment. My life is finally coming together after all the nonsense with Derrick. I need this fresh start. Somewhere I can call home. My own.
“How in the world did you have this much stuff in that tiny cabin?” my dad asks as he surveys the bed of his truck and the mountain of belongings stacked as high as we can safely stack. Did I mention my car is also loaded?
Laughing at his look of perplexity, I respond with, “I have no idea, to be honest, Dad. After the fire, people just kept bringing me things to help me replace all that was lost.” I guess I didn’t realize I had so much. I just thought it would be a few boxes. Instead, there’s mini-appliances, bookshelves, trinkets, books, way too many pairs of shoes, and enough clothes that I could go a few weeks without washing. “Sorry, Dad. I know this was a lot of work. I really appreciate it.”
“No worries, kiddo. I’m happy to help.” He smiles a proud smile in my direction. “But are you sure you want to be a hairdresser? I’m thinking you should be a professional hoarder, or at the very least, someone who can help people put a ton of stuff in a tiny space.” He chuckles a little at his dig.
“Har, har, har. Very funny, Dad. I’m not a hoarder. I mean have you seen that TV show? It’s gross.” I stick my tongue out, making a gagging face before laughing at his absurd exaggeration.
“Aww, you know I’m just messing with you, kiddo.” He grabs me, pulling me to his side. “Those hoarders have nothing on you.” He winks in my direction to let me know he’s totally kidding. “Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you too, Dad.” I giggle.
“You ready to head out?” he asks.
“Yep. Let’s do this.” I say, excitement humming from my body. I’m itching to get out of this doll-sized cabin and into my life-size big beautiful home, Hickory Creek Hideaway. And, you guys … it’s gorgeous! Like I just want to snuggle by the fireplace with a cup of coffee, a good book, and a warm fuzzy blanket. He smiles in my direction at my happiness. He knows I need this. And I do. So badly. “Let me just make sure we have everything.” One final walk-through before turning over the key to Edwin. But before I do, “Hey, Dad?” I ask.
“Yeah, Callie?”
“I’m almost sad to see this place go. It’s been my home when I didn’t have one. Do you know who’s moving in here?” I inquire because I’m curious what’s going to happen to her, my little Wander Inn. Don’t laugh at me. Yes, I named the cabin. I even bought her very own sign that reads her name. So what. She’s a charming, beautiful little cabin that is in need of a little TLC. Okay, maybe she’s in need of a lot of TLC, and she’s not really that charming, but still.
“Well, I’m scheduled to do some work on it early next week, and then I think Edwin will probably reserve it for a staff member since it’s one of the few small, low-maintenance cabins. We don’t have too many cabins or trailers left available for staff use.” He thinks for a minute before saying, “I guess if he can fill the position of a dance instructor for the resort, then he or she will most likely be offered this cabin as a part of their salary. Unless, of course, they’re a local, and don’t need the discounted housing,” he offers,
shrugging. “I’m really not sure. Edwin’s been pretty tight-lipped about it, so who knows.”
“Gotcha. Makes sense. I was just curious, that’s all.” I do a quick walk-through to make sure I grabbed everything that belongs to me. “All clear,” I tell my dad. “Ready?”
“All right, let’s roll, kiddo.” He smiles in my direction, looking very much like a proud father. We’ve gone through so much together in this short year and a half. It’s like we were never separated at all. Opening his door, he hops in the cab of his truck, signaling he’s ready when I am.
Quickly grabbing my purse off the banister on the porch, I walk back to my car and open the door to my 1994 white Volkswagen Jetta. She’s old—hell, older than I am—but she runs like a champ, and she was cheap. She was all I could afford at the time. Eight hundred dollars doesn’t go far when you’re in desperate need of a car. I’m really blessed that another resident, Julie, wanted to sell her car to help with the down payment of her new purchase. It was a win for me. And as long as I keep oil in her, she purrs like a kitten.
I push the clutch to the floor and shift the car into reverse. Slowly letting out on the clutch, I give her a little gas and back out first while I wait for my dad to follow. Dad’s truck quickly follows as we head to my new home, Hickory Creek Hideaway.
Following behind my dad’s truck, which is heading down Happy Endings Boulevard, I see our turn just up ahead. Children are playing nearby on the playground, and everyone waves as we pass by. This is why I love it here. It truly is a community of people who care for one another. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. If it wasn’t for so many here, who knows where I would be.
The resort is huge. We’re talking four plus acres. With cabins, trailers, and campsites galore, it’s gorgeous. In the summer, it’s a family favorite, and in the winter, it’s the perfect place to cozy up for some R&R. People come from all over. Some are passing through while others stay permanently. It’s quiet and quaint. Rustic and charming. If I had to describe Happy Endings Resort in one word, it would be peaceful. Exactly want I need in my life.
We veer right around the bend and nestled to the left is my new home. It’s rustic and modern all rolled into one. Pulling up beside my dad, I place my car in neutral, pull the emergency brake, and turn off the ignition. Hopping out, I head toward my dad’s truck, ready to help him with the all my junk.
As I round the bed of my dad’s truck, I see Edwin talking to my dad. I stop dead in my tracks. Literally. I just stop. So suddenly that I almost fall over my own feet. Standing beside Edwin is the finest male specimen I’ve ever seen. Dear God, I am not exaggerating. I think my ovaries just exploded, looking at him. Yes, you heard that right.
He stands tall. His presence demanding. The first thing I notice are his lips. Full and plump. They almost look inviting. Kissable. Oh. My. God. What is happening to me? His body is lean but chiseled. His white t-shirt is tight—like he outgrew it tight—and doesn’t leave much to the imagination. So tight that I can see every hard ridge of his muscles. The dip of what’s sure to be a V heading down his waistline. His skin has a natural sun-kissed look to it. And his face. Lord, can we talk about his face? That face belongs in a GQ magazine. Manly but beautiful. I never thought I would describe a man as beautiful, but this isn’t just any man. His jaw is strong and chiseled with a few days’ worth of stubble. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of green, like fresh grass on a warm sunny day. Inviting. Trusting. And alluring. That’s what comes to mind with a man who looks like sin and sweetness wrapped up in one beautiful concoction. His dirty-blond hair is just long enough to run your fingers through. Clenching my hands into fists, I dig my fingernails into my palms as my fingers itch with anticipation. I don’t even know him, and I want to tug on those strands of honey-wheat colored hair.
I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open. Who is this beautiful creature? I mean that’s all I can describe him as. Magical. A creature. Because no guy can be this gorgeous. Right? Not even David Beckham holds a candle to him, and we all know how hot Beckham is, for God’s sake. I rack my brain trying to come up with who this guy could be, and I’ve got … nothing.
He can’t be Edwin’s son because Edwin doesn’t have a son. At least, I don’t think he does. Note to self: Ask Natalia if Edwin has a son. She would know. Edwin is her dad’s best friend, so surely, she would know.
Their voices are hushed, so I can’t hear what’s being communicated. Dammit. Waving in Edwin’s direction, I head toward the group, hoping to find out who this hottie is. And praying to God he lives here. Or at least near here. They turn to leave as I’m walking up, and Mr. Mysterious glances my way. I swear I see something flash in his eyes. Heat. Interest. No way. I mean he couldn’t be. Right? I must be seeing shit. That’s the only explanation. I snap my mouth shut because I’m sure I look like an idiot with my mouth hanging wide open like I’m trying to catch fireflies. And I’m not interested. Right? I mean I am. But I can’t be. Oh, God. I’m rambling. It’s been a year since Derrick; this is the first guy who’s so much as piqued my curiosity. He definitely knows I was staring. How could he not? I silently wonder how long I stood there watching him with my mouth hung open.
Watching Edwin’s golf cart pull away, I realize it’s just me and my dad. He’s looking at me like he knows what I’m thinking. Shit. And I feel guilty. I shouldn’t because I’m an adult, but still, he’s my dad. And it’s weird. And awkward. Feeling the blush creep up my neck at being caught gawking at a guy in front of my dad has me completely mortified. He lets it go, though, and doesn’t give me a hard time, thank God. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he pulls me close in a side-arm hug. He kisses my temple before he releases me. I want to ask him who that was. I need to know. But I’m too embarrassed at my reaction, at what he might say, so for now, I’ll keep quiet.
Chapter 7
Chance
Wow. I landed the job. Just like that. I can’t fucking believe it. As I think about the events of the last hour, I’m stunned into silence. Because it’s crazy how it all happened. Every bit of it. I’m still reeling from the whole interaction. My mind drifts back to the past hour…
As soon as I dial Edwin’s number, he picks up on the third ring.
“Hi, I’m trying to reach Edwin,” I ask casually even though I’m nervous as shit. My hands are shaking so badly; I have to clamp down on my cell to make sure I don’t drop the phone. First impressions are everything, and I’m trying not to fuck this up. I can’t afford to fuck this up, or I may find myself homeless and hungry.
“This is Edwin. Can I help you?” he asks in a hurry. I know if I want to get this job and keep his attention, it’s now or never. So I immediately go into my spiel.
“Yes, sir. My name is Chance Walker, and I was referred to you by Natalia at the diner here in town.”
“Hmm, okay. Natalia’s a sweet girl. Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. What’d she refer you to me for? You looking for a job?” he questions. I don’t correct him on the friend part or the fact that I just met her today. Because let’s be honest here, I’m hoping to secure this job and befriend Natalia in the process. She’s a sweet girl, and like I said earlier, I’m running a bit short in the friend department here lately. I could use a few good ones.
“Yes, sir. She said you might have an opening for a dance instructor, and well, I was hoping it was still open. If so, I’d like to apply for the position.” I hold my breath as the line goes quiet. He doesn’t respond for what feels like forever, but in reality, it’s just a few short seconds.
“Actually …” He trails off, and suddenly, I feel my stomach sink. This was my only job lead, and it looks like it might be gone. He picks back up. “I’m actually heading to the diner now to grab a quick bite to eat for lunch. If you’re still there, you mind sticking around, and we’ll chat about the job?”
My body sags in relief. Jesus Christ, it must be my lucky damn day because all the stars and shit are aligning. “Yes, sir. I’ll stay right here
till you get here. I’m in a corner booth in the back of the diner by the window.”
He laughs down the receiver. “I’m sure I’ll find you,” he says just before he hangs up.
I wait about three minutes before the door chimes and in walks a man who I assume is Edwin. Natalia greets him with a huge smile, and he embraces her in a fatherly sort of hug. I see him chatting with Natalia as she points him in my direction.
He walks over to my table, sticks his large hand out, and introduces himself. “Hey there, Chance did you say your name was?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me on such short notice.”
“Oh, it’s no problem. I was headed up here anyway. They have the best burgers in town.” He rubs his stomach as he says that, and right on cue, his stomach grumbles to signal his hunger.
“Yeah, I just had one,” I tell him. “It was fantastic,” I add because it really was great. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was one of the best damn burgers I’ve ever had in my life.
“Well, you know, not many know this, but the owner is Bobby Flay.” He beams with pride.
“Seriously?” I’m momentarily stunned because we’re talking about Bobby Flay. The Bobby Flay. That is amazing. No wonder the food is great. Bobby Flay is a world-renowned celebrity chef. Everyone who knows anyone knows who he is. “I’m shocked I was able to even get a table if that’s the case,” I boast.
“Well, like I said, not many know about it. Just some locals. He was born and raised in Happy Endings, South Carolina, so I guess that’s his way of laying down roots.”
“Wow, good to know. I would have never thought.”
