Despite all of that, a few minutes later he knocked on her front door. He didn’t know what he’d say if and when she opened the door, but it didn’t matter because she took one look at him and pulled him inside.
“I’m sorry.” She squeezed his hand.
“For what? Giving it to me straight?”
“No, for getting it wrong,” she said quietly.
He pulled her into his arms. “Maybe you didn’t get it wrong.”
She looked up at him, and those deep brown eyes confirmed her regret. “Didn’t I? You care, Scott, and that’s the only reason you want to help. Not because you want to be a hero.”
“Tell me. Are you with me because you’re running away from something else?”
“No. I’m with you because I want to be.” She kissed the palm of his hand. “Scott, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t say a word, mostly because he suddenly didn’t trust his own voice to remain steady. Or maybe because when her eyes were filled with such worry for him, he fooled himself into believing that he was worth it. In another swift moment, he hauled her up off her feet. He kissed her over and over again because all he wanted was her. Right here, right now. On this floor if necessary. He wanted her soft and unassuming beauty, and the way she fit perfectly in his arms. It didn’t matter anymore whether she needed him or not because God help him, he needed her. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, and when he’d switched from liking her, from enjoying her, to needing her.
She pulled back, sounding a little breathless. “Wait. Talk to me, babe.”
“Later.” He kissed her again, then tore away to search her eyes for confirmation.
Her lips were already pink and lightly bruised, but she nodded slightly. “Later.”
***
Two hours later, Diana lay spent and barely able to move.
Apparently, Scott used sex as a way to avoid talking about his feelings. A nice diversion, to be sure, but a technique he’d perfected to the point where she was no match for him. Every time she’d try to ask him what was wrong, he’d find some other spot on her to kiss, touch and explore. And he did have quite a gift for exploring.
Now he kissed her neck, rolled off of her, then tucked one arm under his head and stared up at the ceiling. “Who lives up there?”
They both watched the ceiling move as someone upstairs walked across their floor. “Why?”
“Heavy footed. Either that or a piece of shit floor. My money’s on the piece of shit floor.”
“Um, yeah.” She propped up on one elbow. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
Oh hell no, he wasn’t getting away with that. Not that she was complaining, but tonight felt distinctly different from their previous encounters of raw hurried passion and lust. Tonight had been tender and achingly slow. She couldn’t get over the thought that he needed her tonight, in a much bigger way than he ever had before.
But if he’d showed her, he could also tell her. “Give me something, pal.”
“That’s funny, you calling me pal.”
“That’s what we said we were going to be. No strings. Friends with benefits.”
He stopped staring at the defective ceiling to study her for several uncomfortable minutes. “Yeah.”
A lump of fear lodged itself in her throat. She didn’t want to get hurt again, not so soon. Scott clearly wasn’t ready for a serious relationship. He wanted to chase danger, and might never settle down. No. He was simply the first guy she’d been with other than Bradley in six years. Her rebound guy, so he couldn’t be the guy. Anyway, she couldn’t ask for more from someone who wasn’t ready to give it. And she was supposed to be cleansing her palate or some such thing.
You’re an idiot.
He pulled her close. “Tonight at dinner, Sophia told her dad that she’s dropping out of Berkeley.”
“Oh, no. Really?” That had to be what was wrong. He’d taken it hard because he cared so much about Sophia. The same way he cared for everyone, because he was such a good man.
“Yeah, poor kid is miserable. I told her she should tell her dad and he’d understand. Be supportive. I was wrong.”
Diana almost didn’t want to ask. “What happened? He didn’t take it well?”
“Not at all. Her timing could have been better. She announced it just before dinner, as we were all seated around the table. Pretty much ruined the night for everyone.”
She considered what she’d told Sophia, realizing that she’d probably taken Diana’s ill-timed advice. “It might have been a little bit my fault.”
“Yours?”
It was time for her to choose her words carefully. Would Scott blame her or be pissed? Diana couldn’t have known Sophia would take her advice the way she obviously had. Unless it was maybe what had been in her heart all along and Diana had just confirmed it for her.
“I may have told her that I didn’t let anyone else choose my major. Or my life. Otherwise I would be a lawyer today.”
“A lawyer.”
“I studied journalism instead. I told her I figured it was better than flunking out of law school. And I would have. I would make a terrible lawyer.”
“Sophia’s flunking.”
Diana’s hand flew over her mouth. Somehow Sophia was living through what Diana might have, if she’d chosen to do what her father wanted her to do. “No wonder it hit her so hard.”
Far from being upset, Scott reached for her and tenderly stroked her hair. “Thanks for talking to her.”
“I really didn’t know that I was saying anything that would be of help.”
“But you did.” His thumb traced the outline of her lips. “What about you? Any regrets?”
None came to mind when he had his eyes pinned on her this way. This was about the time she stopped thinking. “None. I had to follow my heart.”
“Some people have an easier time doing that than others.”
Was he talking about himself? “Are you still going to drive up to the wildfires and see what you can do to help?”
“Why? You worried?” He teased.
“Okay, you got me. I care! I’m worried about you.”
“How worried?” He gave her a wicked grin.
“What do you mean?” she smiled back, then squealed when he flipped her and she was suddenly under that big strong body.
“You worried you can’t go four days without an orgasm?”
“Scott!” She found a laugh.
“Have I spoiled you that much? What if I give you four right now to make up for it?”
She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh now, ready again. “Do you know what I’m thinking right now? I’m thinking you’re a master at redirection.”
“That too. But hey, I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“You don’t get a say in it.”
“If I die, I’ll die doing what I love and hopefully helping someone. So it won’t be a waste.”
At those words, tears stung the inside of her eyelids. “Don’t talk that way.”
“It almost never happens.”
“‘Almost’ being the key word.” She put both hands on his chest and pushed him off her. He allowed it, and moved easily. She rose from the bed. “So you are going to the wildfires.”
“Probably not, at least not yet. Sophia might need some support.”
Of course he would stay for Sophia, and not for her. Diana tried not to let it bother her, because they’d plunged into this—whatever one wanted to call it—without giving it much thought. He was what she’d needed at the time, a rest from all the thinking and planning she’d done most of her life. She’d only been with one man her entire life, and that man was supposed to be her husband right up until the moment he’d decided he couldn’t marry her.
But for all she knew, Scott had gone into this with his eyes wide open knowing it was all he wanted from her.
“I thought you’d be happier than you look,” Scott said from w
here he still laid in her bed, rolled over on this stomach, the sheet barely concealing the rest of him.
She would need to be okay with the fact that he didn’t want anything more than sexual gratification from her. Wasn’t that what she’d signed up for? How could she just change the rules midstream?
She grabbed her robe and headed to the refrigerator. Maybe she should also grab her dignity if she could still find it anywhere. “I am happy.”
“Right. Sure you are.”
She tied the robe tight around her waist and reached for two cold water bottles. Before she could turn, he was behind her, his arms reaching and pulling her close to his still warm and naked body. “What’s up, baby? Your turn to talk to me.”
She couldn’t tell him about her family’s problems. Because despite the fact that Diana had her issues with Mom, she’d never wish this loss on her. Losing a dream was the worst kind of pain. When that dream had formed most of your adult life, it was so much worse. She wasn’t sure how Mom could recover from this setback and had no idea what any of them would do. They’d probably all have to go back eventually and face the mess Florina had left them. Diana couldn’t abandon Mom. Now Diana would be stuck at the shop at least until they figured this all out.
But she couldn’t bother Scott with any of this. She didn’t want to be one more thing on his long list of worries and concerns. The man carried enough weight on his shoulders, and she didn’t need to add to it. This thing between them was all about fun, all about being young and carefree and reaping the benefits. Sucking up the bone marrow of life, the one thing she’d failed to do for most of it, while she went after a dream she wasn’t even sure she wanted anymore.
“Look, we both went into this knowing it was temporary. I’m happy you’re not going, but I have no right to stop you,” Diana said.
“Right or not, you’re a big influence. I want you to be okay. Do you hear me?”
“I’m good.” She turned around in his arms, holding the two water bottles. She offered him a small smile. “Really.”
“Yeah?” he tugged a lock of her hair. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“What do I need to do to convince you?”
He gave her a decidedly wicked look, and she wanted to know every indecent thought in that mind of his.
“Kiss me,” she said, a reminder of the first time she’d given him an invitation. It was now an open invitation for him, anytime he wanted because she was, unfortunately for her, beginning to recognize a few signs she didn’t want to acknowledge.
She was a bit hooked on this man. And she did have him, at least for now. Maybe that’s all she needed.
***
Scott couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed watching someone sleep. Awake, Diana’s face was always on full scale alert, and she always seemed to be firing on all cylinders. Even when they made love she always tried to take some control. In her sleep, at least, she let go. Her hair fanned out against the pillow, one long curl falling over her eye. He pushed it out of the way, and she scrunched up her nose, her hand moving in her sleep to block the action.
“No…lemme sleep.”
He smiled. Gen’s crazy bakery hours were messing with Diana’s system. He really shouldn’t bother her any more tonight. She had to get up in a few hours.
In her dreams, at least, she seemed to let go of her worries. About her grandmother, about what people thought of her, writing, even about him. She cared too much sometimes, and it showed. It did more than surprise him. He couldn’t remember the last time any woman unrelated to him had showed any real worry or concern for him. They were always more concerned with what he could do for them. But he couldn’t have Diana worried about him. He’d already said too much about the wildfires and only fed into her worries. Of course she’d be concerned, because she cared about all the people in her life. And they were friends. More than friends. He was apparently the only one of the two of them willing to face that this arrangement between them went far deeper than friendship. At least on his end.
She’d try to help him if she got one hint that he needed it. That’s why he couldn’t tell her about Jake. If he did, he was afraid of the pity he might find in her eyes. He didn’t want pity from Diana. He only wanted to be needed half as much as he seemed to need her.
Which was nuts.
He should get out of here, and go home. Spending the night was one of those relationship things he didn’t do, and she’d made it clear this was strictly friends. That’s all she wanted from him. He quietly climbed out of bed and reached for his clothes. Yet another thing he’d learned in the service which served him now. Stealth.
Clearly he was out of practice because halfway to the door he heard Diana’s voice. “Scott? Where are you going?”
When he turned to her, she was already sitting up in bed, the sheets falling below her naked breasts.
The blood flow to his brain stopped, and he took a second to answer. “I thought I’d go since you have to get up so early.”
“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?”
“I didn’t want to wake you up just to say goodbye.”
“Right.”
This always seemed to be the place in a relationship where he failed, where he self-destructed. Not that this was a relationship. They were friends with benefits. It was what she wanted. Why was he now feeling defensive about it?
He retraced his steps, walking slowly back towards her. “Do you want me to stay?”
“I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Go if that’s what you want.” She pulled the covers up to her nose.
Now he was getting pissed. He was right about this, dammit. Spending the night was a big step, a step she wasn’t ready to take with him. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re the one that said no strings.”
“Yeah, so? Why are you sneaking out on me?”
Okay, now he was totally confused. “Not sneak out. Slip out. I didn’t want to take you up.”
“Mission accomplished!” She turned her back to him. “Goodnight, Scott.”
Scott turned to go, and was inches away from the door when he stopped moving again. This was what he did. Leave. Deal with it later, usually with some good sex. He didn’t know what kept him from walking out the door right now, but it seemed a force field had settled on him and he couldn’t take another step. He heard Wallace’s voice as if he were in Scott’s head with a damned megaphone: you can’t be both happy and right all the time. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be back in that bed with Diana more than he wanted to be right.
Deal with it. She’s worth it. His boots felt loaded with quick drying cement as he moved back toward her. “Diana.”
“What!”
“We’re not doing this.”
She faced him, and lowered the sheet down to her neck. “Not doing what?”
“Fighting.”
Her eyes dropped down to study the sheet. “We’re not fighting. We’re just having a disagreement.”
“Over what, exactly?”
It took her a minute to answer, and he waited her out. Patiently. “You want to go and I want you to stay.” She said this so quietly, it was almost a whisper.
He sat down on the bed next to her. “Was it so hard to say that?”
“Yes,” she squeaked out.
He couldn’t help but laugh. “All you had to do was ask.”
“But I don’t want you to stay if you don’t—”
He put a finger over her lips. “Shut. Up.”
She smiled and lightly bit his finger.
Scott kicked off his boots, lay back down beside her and then pulled her back to his front, spooning style. “Now go to sleep.”
“Are you going to sleep in your clothes?”
“If I take them off again, neither one of us is going to get any sleep.”
“Good point.” Still, she wiggled her butt against him, teasing.
He slapped her ass as a warning, and moved his hips back
.
It was going to be a long night.
Friday morning Scott met Wallace in town for a wrecking job. They didn’t do too many of them, but to Scott it was the best part of construction work. Demolition.
Before they could improve, they often had to tear it all down. The entire kitchen was being renovated, which meant Scott could take a sledgehammer to the tile countertops. He did so with no small amount of pleasure, taking his aggressions out on a dated seventies counter that had never done any harm to anyone. Unless one counted being lime green a crime.
After last night, his body should be spent and not ready to go to war with tile. But he was swimming in uncharted waters with Diana and that bothered him. Too much. He’d stayed with her all night, a first for him. So much of a first that until this moment he hadn’t even admitted it to himself. But just between him and this sledgehammer, he felt like a loser.
He’d had a chance to show Diana that he wanted more than temporary with her, but in the end he’d backtracked and taken the easy way out. Tried to leave like a coward. But he hadn’t, and not just because it was what she’d wanted when he’d finally got her to admit it. He couldn’t walk out on her, and that too was new. Still, it was obvious she still operated from a defensive posture in everything she did with him. Not like he could blame her. She’d been through a painful break-up and didn’t need him coming in and complicating her life full throttle. Not to mention that he deserved her lack of trust, seeing as he’d managed to fail everyone who’d ever mattered to him.
Later, taking a break with Wallace, Scott drained two cold bottles of water and tossed them in a pail in the kitchen. “Hell, it’s hot today.”
Another scorching August day. Another fire somewhere, probably. He hadn’t had a chance to check his Cal Fire app today.
“Nice aggression,” Wallace said, quirking an eyebrow.
“You’re welcome.”
Wallace shook his head slowly. “Anything else wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, right. But I would think you’d be more relaxed.”
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