by JoAnn Ross
“Are all you radio guys born to be such smooth talkers?” she countered. “Or is it something you learn in deejay school?”
“Although it wasn’t a line and I meant what I said, as for the radio business, you can have all the training in the world, but mostly you learn stuff by doing. Which is probably pretty much the same as journalism. Or,” he said as he saw a server headed their way with lunch, “cooking.”
The conversation broke off for a moment as plates were delivered. Annie thought her salad of brilliantly colored field greens dressed with a tequila lime vinaigrette could have appeared on the cover of a cookbook. Or framed on the wall in some chichi art gallery or museum.
And Mac’s burger, which included caramelized onions and blue cheese from a nearby farm, served on a toasted roll topped with black and white sesame seeds, was definitely manly food. As were the fries and what had been described on the menu as a house-made dill pickle.
“Did you?” he asked after he’d taken a bite of the burger and declared that it lived up to its billing.
“Did I what?” The tequila-grilled prawns were heaven, the greens from Lavender Hill Farm gardens as fresh and crisp as they looked.
“Did you take Capitol Hill by storm and uncover political scandals? You’ve got to remember, I was out of the country for much of the past decade, so I could’ve missed something.”
“No.” She put down her fork and took a longer sip of lemonade, wishing it were something stronger. She kept hoping to put her past behind her. “Breaking into the political beat right out of school isn’t that easy. I’d interned at the Post the summer of my junior year, but so do a lot of other, way more connected students. And I didn’t want to try to break out as a blogger.”
“So?” He crunched one of the fries that had come with the burger. “What did you do?”
“I went to work on K Street for a lobbyist who represented educational interests.”
“A noble pursuit.”
“At times.” She’d learned, her first weeks on the job, that watching government in action really lived up to that old adage comparing it to sausage making. Sometimes it was better not to know what went into the final product. “Then the short story is that I married the boss. Divorced the boss. And moved back west.”
“Why didn’t the marriage work out?”
“I didn’t realize I was having lunch with Dr. Phil.”
“We’ve already shared more than most people do before a first date.” He reminded her of those late-night conversations. “We both admitted to regrets. I’ll be the first to admit that I was a lousy husband. I was running around the world, all wrapped up in my own self-importance—”
“I imagine what you were doing for the troops was a far more important thing than writing lobbyist press releases,” Annie said.
“Nothing wrong with press releases,” he replied. “And yeah, I like to think I made a difference. But somewhere along the way, it went from being about the troops to being about me. As Kayla told me more than once.”
“Kayla being your ex-wife.”
“That would be her. We’d been the golden couple. She was a former Miss San Diego who used her title to get a gig doing entertainment news on a local station. I was the morning drive-time guy on the top-ranked station in San Diego. We were living the American dream, and everything should have been perfect, but then I started thinking that there had to be more to life than making money and having fun.”
So Sedona either hadn’t known, or had neglected to mention, that he’d been married to a beauty queen. If Annie was so determined not to get involved, why did that little news flash bother her? “Which is when you joined the military?”
“Yeah. I went out for a beer with a recruiter after a gig for Wounded Warriors. He could probably make your Washington lobbyists look like amateurs. He was good at his job.”
“And you were good at yours.”
“And you know this how?”
“Because you’re good now. You connect with your callers in some personal way.” Hadn’t he gotten her to call in? “It’s as if you’re all alone, just one on one. That’s an admirable talent.”
“Thanks. Kayla was less impressed. Then again, she was the one left back home trying to keep it all together.”
“I’ve always heard that the most difficult job in the military is being a military spouse.”
“That’s probably true. It didn’t help that she’d grown up a Navy brat and had always sworn not to marry a military man.”
“So, essentially, you altered the contract.”
“Pretty much blew it up.”
As he polished off the beer, Annie’s heart went out to him, as it had that night when he’d told her, when they’d been talking alone in the dark, about regrets.
“When my marriage broke up, I blamed myself.” It was the first time she’d said those words out loud to anyone. It worried her that the person she’d chosen to tell was the one person she’d vowed not to get involved with.
But maybe that was better? Couldn’t it make him more impersonal if she could think of him more along the lines of a fellow survivor than a potential lover?
“I honestly can’t imagine anything you could do that would give a man any excuse to leave.”
“No one’s perfect. We all have flaws.”
Had it been her unrelenting hunger to have a child at all costs that had driven her husband into the arms and bed of another woman? Or would he have left anyway? She had, after all, been his third wife.
Something she hadn’t known when she’d married him, since he’d neglected to mention wife number one, whom he’d married right out of college and who’d been there with him in those early days when he first started setting up his business. She’d even, Annie had found out during the divorce proceedings, been the first person to hold the job Annie had taken over, writing the press releases and working on crafting legislative bills.
“But I’ve come to realize that life’s often messy,” Annie said. “And random.”
“If that’s true, why did you blame yourself?”
“I wanted children. My husband had already raised a family with his previous wife. He had children older than I was when we married. If I hadn’t been secretly afraid that he would say he didn’t want another family, I would have, should have, brought it up before we got married. By the time I finally realized his mind was made up, he’d already found someone else.”
“His loss,” Mac said.
Damn. She was talking too much. Stalling for time, Annie took a bite of shrimp. “I’ve no idea why I’m telling you all this.”
“It’s called sharing. It’s what friends do.”
“Is that what we are? Friends?”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to be more,” he said.
“Friends with benefits?” Didn’t it just figure?
“No, friends with chemistry, because although you’re unwilling to admit it for some reason, we seem to have a chemistry that rivals a supernova. Which is a really big responsibility.”
Being the terrible liar that she was, which had been one more reason she’d failed as a lobbyist’s wife, Annie wasn’t going to try to deny the chemistry. Even that first meeting at Still Waters, when she’d decided to dislike him, there’d been something. . . .
“Because of Emma,” she guessed.
Sedona had filled her in on what she knew about Mac Culhane, and apparently he hadn’t gone out with anyone since arriving in town. Annie suspected that was because he didn’t want his daughter to get emotionally involved with a woman only to have her disappear from their lives as well.
“No. Well, sure, Emma, too. But you can’t overlook that there could be repercussions for the entire world.”
She put down her fork and looked at him across the wooden tabletop. “The world?”
He had a way of turning even the most serious conversation to a lighter topic. Another thing that worked so well on the radio. And encouraged people to call in.
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bsp; “Yeah. Didn’t you feel it? During that kiss? The ground rumbling beneath our feet?”
“No.”
He pointed his fork at her. “Liar,” he said without heat. “And my point is that if we can make the earth move, if I ever do get you naked and horizontal, we could risk blowing up the planet.”
“Does that line work for you very often?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tried it before, because I’ve never felt it before. And that,” he said, “isn’t radio guy hyperbole but the absolute truth. But if you want to keep things light, it’s your call.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Besides, you’ll be saving me money on power bills with all the cold showers I’ll be taking.”
The fact that he’d brought up the kiss had her sharing something she’d been thinking about ever since it had happened.
“Speaking as a friend, I have to admit I’m worried about spending the Fourth of July together.”
He put down the burger he’d been about to take another bite of. “You’re backing down?”
“Emma is obviously looking for another mother. I don’t want to get her hopes up, only to have them dashed.”
“We’ll be careful,” he promised. “Keep things casual around her. There’ll be no tonsil tangling in public with my daughter present. And my dad’ll be with us, so it’ll be more like a family outing than a date.”
“But we’re not a family.”
“Correction. A friendly gathering.”
“I suppose that sounds safe enough,” she replied.
“Emma’s my entire life right now,” he said, turning serious again. “I’ll admit to having some survivor guilt from Afghanistan. Nothing that serious, just your run-of-the-mill nightmares and stuff I’ve put in a box in my mind that I mostly keep locked.”
“That makes sense.” Especially since he’d admitted blaming himself.
There was a long moment of silence as he fiddled with his cutlery, as if trying to decide how much he was willing to share with her.
Then he said, “Oh, hell with it . . . What if all the women in town who are talking about us are right? What if we’re somehow letting Emma down, having her growing up just with two men in the house? What if little girls really do need a mom?”
“If that’s not a rhetorical question, you’re asking the wrong person,” Annie pointed out. “Because I wouldn’t know. Never having known my own mother. But I did have a handful of foster parents who were better than others, and I learned there are lots of ways women can influence a child’s life without being her parent. I think that saying about it taking a village is true. And you’ve certainly brought her to the right place.”
“Yeah.” His smile wasn’t as sexy as it had been. More reflective and a little sad, she thought. “This town is pretty much Mayberry on the bay. Which is why when Dad first suggested my bringing Emma back here to live, I jumped at the chance.”
He dragged a hand down his face.
“Hell, I’m sorry. And there I go again, slipping into a damn it’s-all-about-me mode. You’re right. You didn’t grow up with a mother or father, and look how great you turned out.”
He blew out a breath. “So next time I fall into old selfish habits, you have permission to just smack me.”
Despite the seriousness of the topic, Annie found herself laughing at that idea. “I’ve never hit anyone in my life; there’s not much likelihood of that happening. Besides,” she admitted, “given the choice, I’d much rather kiss you.”
25
Sedona had been thinking more and more about her spreadsheet of qualifications that any future husband would have to possess. Perhaps Annie had a point. Perhaps it was a bit too stringent.
After all, who’d have thought Shelter Bay’s sheriff would now be living in matrimonial bliss with the town’s former bad boy? Or that J. T. Douchett, the college history teacher son of a fisherman, would marry an Irish movie star and screenwriter? And those were just two of the couples who’d become her close friends that she wouldn’t have thought stood a chance in the beginning.
Which was why, when a customer, who’d moved to Shelter Bay to work on a new start-up tech company asked her out to lunch at Lavender Hill Farm’s restaurant, she impulsively accepted.
Minutes into the lunch, Sedona was beginning to miss Dracula. At least that date, while admittedly weird and a bit creepy, had been unique.
She felt certain that her entrée was wonderful and delicious. Maddy Chaffee was incapable of preparing anything less than superb, which is why Sedona—who’d always preferred the precision of baking, where exact measurements not only mattered but were vital to success—had taken a few classes and was now actually, if she did say so herself, a fairly good home cook.
But it seemed that every time she was about to take a bite, the man across the table, who’d seemed so friendly, though a bit earnest, when he’d come into the bakery for his daily cupcake, would ask her yet another question.
“What’s your favorite movie?” he was asking now.
“Easy. Truly, Madly, Deeply. The way Alan Rickman comes back from the dead to help ease the pain of his grieving widow is probably the most romantic thing ever written. Which is why I always cry when she finally has to send him and the other ghosts away.”
“So, you’d consider yourself a romantic.”
There he went, typing away into that damn BlackBerry he’d put on the table as soon as they’d arrived.
“Not really. I’d consider myself a logical, rational woman who can also appreciate a hot guy, great acting, and a well-written romantic plot.”
More thumb tapping.
“What’s your favorite movie?” she asked, deciding to turn the tables on what had begun to feel more like an interrogation than a getting-to-know-you lunch.
“The Goonies,” he said without looking up from his typing.
“Isn’t that the one that was filmed up in Astoria?”
“Yeah. At least some of it was. A lot of the exterior scenes were shot down here and in Cannon Beach, but a bunch of us still get together in Astoria every year as a tribute.”
“Well. That’s a nice tradition.” If a bunch of crows were called a murder, and whales traveled in pods, she idly wondered what a gathering of nerds was called.
“It’s even better than Revenge of the Nerds,” he said, unknowingly validating her thought. “It’s based on an archetypal adventure like you find in all the video games today. There’s a map and keys to unlock the location of the treasure. It’s got pirates and the Goonies are on this quest to save their Goon Docks neighborhood from being turned into a golf course by the evil villains, which has them constantly having to invent cool stuff. . . .
“‘Hey, I’ve got a great idea, you guys!’” he said, raising his voice loud enough to have heads at nearby tables turning toward them. “‘Slick shoes!’”
When she looked at him uncomprehendingly, he explained, “It’s a line from the movie. The invention Data uses to shoot oil out of his shoes so they can escape the evil Fratellis. Though actually, the substance special effects created was made of glycerin, water, and food coloring. Isn’t that interesting?”
“Very.” Not.
“Yeah. Since Data didn’t have Q to supply him with fancy spy stuff like James Bond does, he was forced to invent his own gadgets, like slick shoes and Pinchers of Peril. Which may seem kind of silly, but hey, they end up saving lives when the Goonies go into the caves in search of One-Eyed Willie’s treasure, which ends up saving everyone’s homes.” He smiled for the first time since they’d sat down. “That movie changed my life.”
“That’s quite an impact for a single movie to make.”
“It’s true,” he said earnestly.
At least now he seemed engaged. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm wasn’t directed toward her.
“After watching it, I began taking stuff apart. It drove my mother crazy when I dismantled the toaster, the microwave, and the video recorder, but i
t’s how I learned how things work, which eventually is how I was able to invent a computer program that made me a multimillionaire before I was twenty.”
“And now you’re working on a new project.”
“Yeah. Some guys would probably just sit back and enjoy the bucks with yachts and private jets and all the women that are attracted to rich guys.”
“But not you.”
“I’m like a killer shark,” he confirmed. “I have to keep moving or I die.”
The way she was about to die of boredom.
“That’s all very fascinating,” she said. “I’ll have to try to catch it sometime.”
“I’ve got the expanded Blu-ray 25th Anniversary Edition,” he volunteered. “Maybe you can come over and we’ll watch it together. It’s got some awesome extras with all seven Goonies showing up to talk about the film.”
He frowned. “Though Sean Astin just walked out in the middle. Which was kind of weird. But maybe it was meant to be a secret to get people talking and wondering about. Like the giant killer octopus scene being deleted from the DVD.”
“I’m sort of in my busy season right now,” she hedged, having not a single clue what he was talking about. “What with all the tourists in town.”
“Maybe after they all leave. I probably watch it at least once a month anyway.”
As he went on asking more questions, methodically recording her responses, Sedona’s mind wandered and her gaze drifted back over to the table where Mac and Annie appeared to be having a fairly serious conversation. When it seemed to ease up, she caught Annie’s eye and pointed toward the restroom.
She might not own a pair of “slick shoes.” But it was definitely time to escape this seemingly endless lunch.
26
Sedona had no sooner followed Annie into the restroom than Maddy joined them. “I guess someone forgot to notify me that we were having a meeting?”
“I just had to get away,” Sedona said. “Before I screamed and everyone would probably think there was a mouse in the restaurant, or a fire, or something, and I’d have caused a stampede of lunch customers.”
