Four Reasons to Come

by Sarah J. Brooks

  As I made my way around Marcus’s house, I kept peering into the windows to see if there was anything unusual going on in there. For all I knew he could be dead in there for the past week and I was getting mad at him for not calling me. I didn’t really know if he had left the house, and I figured I should at least check to see if his Jeep was still around.

  The garage seemed a good place to go check next. The last time I had looked in there it was totally empty, and Marcus had just moved into the house.

  I let my hand slowly twist the door handle to the garage, and I pushed the door all the way open without going inside. It was difficult to see in there, and I knew I was going to have to turn the light on. I thrust my hand into the doorway and felt around on the wall until I ran into the light switch.

  The garage looked empty, except there was one box on a shelf in the corner.

  I walked over to the box and took a deep breath. It would look pretty bad if Marcus happened to come home right as I was going through his things in his garage. I ran over to the door and looked around one last time. There were no cars and no one even near the house.

  The box was loosely shut without any tape or anything over it. I certainly wouldn’t have cut through the tape to look inside, or at least that’s what I told myself as I started to open the box.

  Historically, I had never been a super curious person. I let mysteries remain and often figured that if something was important enough, I would be told about it eventually. But that was for silly small town secrets. This felt like a bigger secret that I needed to get to the bottom of.

  I don’t know what exactly I was expecting to see in the box, but I felt disappointed when I opened it and just found clothes. I pulled out a shirt and some pants, both black. In fact, most of the clothing in the box was black. The fact that all the clothing was black seemed odd since I don’t think I had seen Marcus where any black at all since he had moved in.

  As I closed the box up, there was a noise outside the garage.

  My heart sank, and I froze. I stood still and waited to see what the noise was from. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my mouth getting dry as I tried to swallow. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

  I listened intently as I walked toward the doorway and peered outside.

  Then out of nowhere, a cat ran away from the side of the garage. I breathed a sigh of relief and shut the garage door behind me. I had to get back to my own garage and finish developing my pictures for my big gallery show. It didn’t matter if Marcus ever returned; I still had a life I needed to continue living.

  I had to stop worrying about this guy that I hardly knew. My show was right around the corner, and I absolutely had to make some decisions on the pictures that I would be using. I had changed my mind at least a dozen times in the last few weeks, but it was finally time to make the decisions so they could prepare the gallery for my pictures.

  ***

  As the days continued to pass, I had to just give up on Marcus. He was a nice guy, and I did have feelings for him, but any guy who would disappear like this wasn’t right for me. I needed more than this.

  One of the things that confused my friends a lot about my new lifestyle was how any guy was okay with it. But there was a simple answer to that; if a person truly stopped being selfish and thought about their partner, a situation like the one I had in the past wasn’t so far-fetched. Most men lived for their jobs. The family and home life were always a second priority, and relationships caused a lot of friction because of this.

  But in my world over the last few months, that had not been an issue. Each guy could work as much as they wanted with work or school or whatever, and I didn’t mind. There was always someone available to meet my needs, have dinner with, enjoy a walk with. It was the perfect world for me.

  The hallmark of my relationships was that the men were kind and caring, though, and Marcus clearly was not that sort of guy. We had never talked about the type of life I liked to lead, but I already knew he wouldn’t have adapted to it, so maybe it was better that he was gone.

  I felt like an independent woman and waiting on a guy to show back up just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I was starting to feel desperate for him, and no girl ever wants the stench of desperation on her, so I made the decision to stop thinking about Marcus.

  Of course, that quickly turned into trying to stop thinking about him, then thinking about him a little and then all the way back to thinking about him all the time again.

  I settled in with my preparations for my photography exhibit. Every time I thought I had my list of pictures complete, I kept changing my mind and looking through more and more pictures. This was my first big show, and I didn’t want anything to mess it up. Not even a broken heart over a one-night stand could distract me from my objective.

  Then, at about midnight a week later, I was developing pictures in my garage again, and I heard someone pull up outside. I ran to my garage window and looked to see who it was. Sure enough, it was Marcus.

  He pulled his Jeep into the driveway and then got out and went into his house. He was dressed in black. I could hardly see him in the dark, but he looked different. There was no smile and nothing about his demeanor seemed pleasant at all. He had a bit of a shaggy beard, and his hair was tussled and looked unkempt. He looked scary to me.

  Even though I was mad as hell at him for disappearing and not calling me, my heart still raced as I watched him. He had some power over my body that I just couldn’t put my finger on.

  After about thirty minutes, I went quietly back into my house. Surely now that he was home, he would reach out to me again. Perhaps he would stop by in the morning and tell me some elaborate reason why he couldn’t call me?

  Wait! What was I doing? I was already trying to give him excuses for why he wasn’t able to call me. How pitiful was I? I shook my head and tried to think about something else. When did I become this girl that cared so much about what a guy thought?

  Before I met Marcus, I was doing so well at building myself up to be more independent. But then I found myself sitting in the dark of my kitchen waiting to see if Marcus would come over. Even though it was the middle of the night, my brain actually thought he might come running over to say hello and apologize.

  I sat for about twenty minutes before finally deciding sleep was more important than staring out my window in the middle of the night.

  When morning came, the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes was what Marcus was doing. I hurried and got dressed and went outside to do yard work that I absolutely didn’t need to do.

  I’ll be honest; I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what internal urge drove me to want Marcus to come over, but I did. I desperately wanted him to come and find me and tell me a fabulous reason why he had been unable to talk to me.

  After about an hour working in my yard, I heard Marcus leave his house and make his way over toward me.

  “Have you been behaving yourself?” he said as he slapped my ass.

  I slowly turned around, and there he was in all of his handsome glory. His hard muscles tugged on the blue shirt he was wearing, and his gray shorts hugged him in all the right places.

  I tried not to take in every piece of him, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  He smiled at me with that mischievous grin, and my body reacted with excitement to every last nerve ending.

  “Yep, you know it!”

  I turned back to work on the weed pulling in my yard. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me ogle him.

  “Well, I’m going for a run, enjoy your day.”

  With that, he was gone. Off and running down the street like the last two weeks had not even happened. But there was awkwardness between us. He had to have felt that; there was no way around it.

  I threw my gardening tool down and stormed back into my house.

  How dare he just pretend like nothing was off? What an arrogant ass! He knows it’s rude to have sex with someone and th
en utterly disappear; he has to know that!

  He seriously just slapped my ass like nothing was wrong. It was amazing to me that he could even have a conversation with me and not mention that he had been gone for almost two weeks. It didn’t matter how hot he was. Any guy who wouldn’t try to at least make up some sort of excuse was too full of himself for me to worry about him.

  I went back into my house and tried to get rid of some of my anger. But the more I cleaned and organized the house, the angrier I got. In this day and age, how could any guy still be such a jerk?

  I just had to call Willow.

  “Hey girl what are you up to?” Willow said when she answered.

  “Guy trouble. I need you ASAP.”

  It didn’t matter what day of the week it was or even what time of day. The fact that I had a guy and there was trouble was so exciting to Willow that she was over to my house in less than ten minutes.

  She was practically in a full blown sprint when I watched her get out of her car and make her way up to my door. We were long past knocking in our friendship, and she thrust the door open with a force of excitement.

  “Who is he? How long have you known him? Have you had sex?” Willow said breathlessly as she fell onto the couch.

  “His name is Marcus; it’s that neighbor who moved into the house next door, known him about three weeks, although he’s been gone for the last two… and yes we did, right where you are sitting.”

  “Isabella! Eww!” Willow said as she jumped off the couch and moved over to a chair.

  Chapter 8

  “So let me get this straight. You fell down a mountain, he rescued you, you had sex, he disappeared, and now he’s back.”

  “Yep.”

  “So what’s the issue?”

  “He left for two weeks without even a call. You don’t think that’s a bit weird.”

  “Well, Isabella, I think the whole situation is weird. But I think you need to step back and stop worrying so much about it. Really, what’s the worst thing that could happen here? Are you actually considering him for a move in guy or something?”

  I thought about it. There wasn’t really a bad result. I mean the worst that could happen would be that we didn’t have sex again. But I surely would still try to be friends with Marcus. We were neighbors and all.

  “I don’t mind being friends with him. My issue is that he is acting like it is perfectly normal for someone to sleep with a girl and then disappear for two weeks. It’s not like he told me ahead of time that he would be gone. And why couldn’t he have at least called and just told me he was on a business trip or something? That’s what is bothering me the most. He didn’t even call.”

  Willow sat and pondered my dilemma for a moment before offering me her best solution.

  “Rob. That’s what we will do. Rob.”

  I sat there and looked at her with an obvious inquisitive look. I had no idea what she was talking about, but this wasn’t so unusual. Many of our conversations end with me staring at her and trying to figure out just what she was trying to say.

  “You know. Rob … the guy from my work that I told you would be perfect for you.”

  Willow was constantly telling me she met someone who would be perfect for me. It wasn’t unusual that I couldn’t remember this particular man. She had such a big heart and was just trying to help me find the happiness like I used to have. She and Marv were so great together, it did give me hope that someday I would find a man that was my equal. Someday I would be able to follow my dreams and have someone right by my side urging me on.

  “What exactly do you propose I do with this Rob of yours?’ I laughed.

  “Do him.” Willow started to laugh so hard she fell off of the chair.

  “I’m not going to have sex with some stranger.”

  But the second that sentence left my mouth, I realized that was exactly what I had done with Marcus. I didn’t really know him. Yeah, we had talked a little bit, but he wasn’t anyone I could say I knew. I really knew nothing about him. Well, except that he had the body of a Greek god.

  As we sat in the living room talking, Willow slowly stood and went to the window. Her mouth was slightly open as she watched Marcus stretching on his lawn after his morning run. I knew the feeling very well, Marcus had a way of distracting a woman.

  I watched as Willow devoured Marcus with her eyes. It was clear she was having the same physical response to the man as I was. I doubt there is a woman alive that wouldn’t find Marcus attractive. He was movie star pretty and delightful to watch.

  “You see what I’m talking about?” I said as I sat back down on the couch.

  “Oh, yeah, I can see how you gave into that. I’m married, and my body is telling me to give this guy a try.”

  Willow continued to look out the window and watch Marcus. She licked her lips several times subconsciously as she watched him out the window. It made me laugh to see her get so excited. She had spent most of her life without too much excitement; she kind of needed a little something interesting to add to her dreams.

  “So remind me who this Rob guy was again?” I said as I cringed at the thought of going on a blind date.

  “Remember, I work with him. He’s about your age and super nice. You should totally just go out on a date with him. You never know. He reminds me of that Sam guy you had living with you before. He’s nice, and I don’t know, but I think he might be into your lifestyle,” Willow said as a smile came across her face.

  I never did know who Willow was going to think was the perfect guy for me. She didn’t seem to have any criteria for choosing these men. Often, simply the fact that they were single was the only thing she looked for. Or she got a feeling that they would be okay sharing a woman with another man. There was no rhyme or reason to her thought process.

  “Alright. Give him my number. I’ll go out with him. I need to get my mind off Marcus.”

  Willow’s face instantly turned to delight as she looked just like a kid in a candy store. I could tell she really wanted to fix me up with this guy. She ran to her purse and pulled out her phone.

  “I’m going to text him your number right now. You are going to love him.”

  I raised one eyebrow at her and laughed. She said the same thing about every single guy she tried to match me up with. She always thought I would love them. Inevitably, they weren’t interesting enough to keep around.

  A boring guy was okay with me if they brought something to the table. Like Sam had been so amazing at oral sex that I couldn’t imagine not having him around. But there had to be something in it to keep a guy around. I wasn’t going to waste my time with just anyone.

  “Love. That’s a bit much,” I said.

  “Oh, you know what I mean. You will have a great date with him. He’s super nice. Before you know it, he’ll be moved in with you.”

  “You know that’s the second time you’ve said he’s super nice. Does that mean he’s really ugly, and you’re trying to distract me from that?” I laughed.

  “No. He’s cute. He is the total package. Just wait. It will be great.”

  I took a deep breath and tried to forget about all the previous, perfect guys that Willow and her husband Marv had tried to fix me up with. They certainly meant well, but their idea of perfect and my idea of perfect just weren’t the same thing.

  I hugged Willow goodbye and promised to keep her in the loop of anything and everything that involved my dating life. There was no turning back now; she was going to want to know all the details of everything about my date.

  Only a few minutes after Willow left my house, I received a text message from this Rob guy. He sent a picture and a sweet hello message. He was cute with blond hair and blue eyes. His tan skin made him look like a surfer, although Willow said he worked with her at the insurance agency. He seemed too young to be in the insurance field. Although Willow was also in that field, she had an old soul, and insurance seemed to fit how much she worried about everything all the time.

  We made p
lans to have dinner the following night. He asked to come pick me up for our date, and although I initial refused, I finally had to cave into him when he sent me a picture of Fred Flintstone’s car and said I deserved a ride in that. It made me laugh, and I needed a good laugh right about then.

  ***

  I felt like an old pro at going on first dates. In the last couple months I had certainly had my fair share of them. Unfortunately, first dates never seemed to correlate into second or third dates for me. Often there just was no chemistry between me and the guy. The guys who I had ended up keeping around had all started out as friends without the traditional dating start.

  Rob and I had a great date. He was funny and made me laugh. He was very handsome, his surfer boy looks certainly could get the ladies; I was sure of it. Unfortunately, there just was no chemistry between the two of us. Or at least, I didn’t feel the chemistry. Rob certainly felt fine about the two of us. He spent much of the evening flirtatiously setting his hand on different parts of my body. I couldn’t help wondering if my fixation on Marcus was really distracting me from enjoying this nice guy I was on a date with.

  When he arrived at my door and walked me out to his car, his hand was on my lower back. When he pulled my chair out for me at the restaurant, he let his hand sit on my shoulder after he pushed my chair in. Then on the drive back to my house, he let out a bellowing laugh at one of my jokes and just happened to let his hand land on my thigh as he finished laughing.

  I didn’t really mind. He was cute and really funny; I was probably going to take him to bed just to give him a test drive. Sometimes you just never knew about a guy until you had him naked in bed.