The Best of Me

by Tina Wainscott

  “Surely not move here to run it, not the advertising princess.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I am not an advertising princess.”

  He scanned her styled hair, gold-plated barrette, and continued slowly, agonizingly down the rest of her body. “Look like one to me.” Despite his words, his eyes gave away some appreciation of what he saw.

  The man was infuriating, but she tried her best to hold her mouth firm and not show him the effect his appraisal was having on her. She locked her knees and stood straighter. “Is there some reason you’ve chosen to pick on me? I mean, am I lucky, or are you holding my father’s treatment of Liberty against me?”

  “Neither.”

  “Okay, then for some reason you think I’ve, what, set my sights on you? That I’m attracted to you in some bizarre way, and you want to anger me so I’ll change my mind?”

  He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Leaning closer, he said, “Maybe I just enjoy getting your ire up.” His hand slid past her and snatched a file from the drawer. “I’ll return this when I’m done.”

  “Keep it!” she shouted after his glistening, retreating back.

  Ooh, he was a wicked man.

  LATER IN THE DAY, she took a cab into the shopping district to find appropriate attire. She felt out of place wearing tailored clothing among a population dressed for fun. Unfortunately, she was out of practice for fun.

  Had she really thought that?

  She was darn well going to get back into it, then. She bought several outfits, changing into white shorts and a flowery shirt before returning to the park.

  The sight of Chris’s moped made her smile and wince at the same time. He probably didn’t even own a car, yet he could make fun of the car her friends, employees and most importantly, her ex, drooled over. What did the man know about being happy, anyway? The Great Green Lie, indeed.

  She was surprised to find Chris absent from Liberty’s pool, more surprised at feeling disappointed. Her leather sandals quietly took her over where Liberty swam in circles beneath the surface. She crouched down and watched him, pleased when he lifted his head out of the water to look at her. What secrets of the universe did he hold? Looking into that horseshoe-shaped pupil, she believed he knew them all.

  “Hi there, fellow,” she said, returning his grin.

  She glanced around to see if Chris had left the bucket. “Sorry, guy, no fish to give you. I’m sure the creep will give you something soon.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the creep walk up behind her. Not only had they gotten off on the wrong foot, they were walking a mile on it. Oh, but he was a gentleman as always. No snide remark from him, no rubbing in her tactless remark.

  He simply threw a fish in her lap.

  She screamed as the slimy, headless thing landed on her, inadvertently batting it into the water where Liberty scooped it up. She jumped to her feet and faced Chris.

  “You, you….”

  “Creep?” he supplied with a lifted eyebrow.

  “Yes!” She wiped at her new clothes, hoping they didn’t smell of fish. “And a few other words I’m too much of a lady to use.” No other man, even her ex, ruffled her the way Chris did.

  He shrugged with one shoulder. “Sounded like you wanted to feed him, so I obliged. Shucks, I thought women liked chivalry.”

  She couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped. “Chivalry? I’m surprised you even know the word. How many women do you know that like fish thrown at them? Tell me that, hmm?” She turned back to the dolphin, her hands still clenched at her sides. “And what is it around here with people sneaking up on me?”

  Chris sat down at the edge of the pool, and Liberty seemed to know the bucket had arrived. He bobbed his head and made whistling, clicking noises. Chris lifted up his hand, and Liberty met his palm with a touch of his nose. Something tightened in Lucy’s stomach at that simple act of trust.

  “Aw, that is so sweet, touching his nose to your hand.”

  He broke the moment by pointing out, “That’s not his nose. His nose is here.” He gestured to Liberty’s blowhole. “That’s where he breathes. He touched my hand with his snout.”

  “I’m just learning more and more each day.” Despite the teacher, she did want to know more about Liberty.

  “I’d ask if you wanted to feed him, but I know the advertising princess wouldn’t want to touch a dead fish.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Give me the stupid fish.” Why was it so important to prove him wrong? “And this time not in my lap, if you don’t mind.”

  “Come to think of it, I didn’t get very high scores in chivalry class.” He handed her a Spanish mackerel, trying not to laugh as she took it with the very tips of her polished fingernails. He was goading her and enjoying the heck out of it. What he wasn’t sure of was exactly why he was doing either.

  “Hold it beneath the water,” he said. “I’m trying to get him to eat underwater from now on, like wild dolphins do.”

  She dangled the fish by where the tail used to be, and Liberty lifted himself up out of the water. “No, no, you have to let me put it in the water,” she said earnestly, all traces of her ire gone. She dunked the fish in the water, and Liberty took hold of it. Her delight caught him in the gut, a look of pure amazement on a heart-shaped face that was prettier than she thought. Not Marilyn Monroe pretty, but pretty enough.

  Liberty came out of the water and tossed the fish to position it before swallowing it. Lucy giggled, then turned to him. “Can I feed him again?”

  He should have told her to scram. He had work to do and he wanted as little human contact with Liberty as possible. But before he could form those words, his hand was already passing her another mackerel.

  “Why don’t you just free him now?” she asked.

  “Because he’s not used to fending for himself.” He threw another fish to the far side of the pool. “He’s been humanized. Everything a dolphin is comes from his hierarchy within the pod.”

  “You mentioned a pod before. What exactly is it?”

  “The school or any group of dolphins. Together, they can protect each other and hunt for food. Liberty here is a nobody. He probably doesn’t even know he’s a dolphin anymore.”

  She watched Liberty with such compassion, he was actually touched for a moment. Then he remembered who she was, what she represented.

  “I have to teach him to become a dolphin, to catch live fish, and to swim in a straight line again. It’s not only Liberty’s health I want to restore, it’s his spirit.”

  She looked at him with those deep brown eyes. “I think that’s…wonderful.”

  He looked away, uncomfortable with that gaze. “It’s just what I do.”

  “Do you get paid for doing this?”

  He laughed, because that sounded more like the advertising princess. “Untraining dolphins is not on the list of professions a woman looks for in a future husband. In other words,” he said before she could get too huffy, “no, I don’t get paid. Someone usually contacts me about a dolphin in trouble, and I ask them to get someone to sponsor me to come out and investigate. I get proof and go to the authorities for permission to free the dolphin. People send in donations, and when I’m home, I work odd jobs to get by.”

  Liberty swam by, brushing against his legs. Contact, trust. It was a start. He put his hand into the water, but Liberty hesitated, keeping his distance.

  “So you travel all over doing this?” she asked.

  “Yep.”

  “Why?”

  He stood, less comfortable with her questions than with her gaze. “Like I said, it’s what I do.”

  She stood too, planting her hands on her hips. “You should hire an agency to get the word out about your organization and bring in financial support.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. I can’t afford any kind of agency, and I don’t want what I do played out to tug at the heartstrings of America. I do the occasional radio or television appearance because it
’s good for publicity, and that’s it.”

  “Fine, whatever,” she said in clipped tones.

  She’d changed into clothing more befitting to the atmosphere, but he wasn’t about to comment on that or her nice legs in those blue shorts. Or the way the red hibiscus flowers on her shirt molded to her full breasts in the breeze. He didn’t want the advertising princess to get the wrong idea. She was definitely not his speed. He was in the no-wake zone, she was freeway.

  “So, Miz Lucy, what are you going to do with this place anyway?”

  She looked around, as if the answer might be found somewhere nearby. Bailey waved, his smile overly bright.

  “Do you really care, now that you have your dolphin?”

  He shrugged. “I’m wondering more for all of the other marine animals. If you sell it to someone like your father, what will happen to everything in here?”

  She looked at him, her brows furrowed. “You don’t think my father mistreated Liberty because he was…wicked, do you?”

  “No,” he said with some amount of certainty. She obviously wanted to believe her father wasn’t such a bad guy; he could grant her that. “He was looking at the bottom line. And he probably just didn’t know any better. Mostly, people think animals are put here for our amusement or use. He was one of those people.” He turned back to the pool, more comfortable with working with the dolphin than talking to Lucy. “Well, Miz Lucy, if you don’t mind, I have work to do.” He tipped his head at her and slid into the water.

  He waited a few minutes before looking back to see her walking to the long building that housed the aquariums. She didn’t know her father, wasn’t aware that he even owned this place if he remembered correctly. But she’d done all right anyway, at least by the world’s standards. And she definitely belonged in that world. He’d be glad when she returned to it. She was fast becoming a temptation he didn’t need.

  4

  LUCY WONDERED if Chris had been born a creep or had become one somewhere along the way. What had happened to create his disdain of people? What she really wanted to know was why she even bothered to wonder. She wandered into the cavernous aquarium building.

  He could scoff all he wanted, but having a great job, being her own boss, owning a nice apartment and being able to buy virtually whatever she wanted constituted a great life, one that most people wanted. And a guy who had nothing was making her feel defensive about it, calling it, what? The Great Green Lie. Jerk. Her life was perfect. Okay, maybe she could use a man in it. Probably she should just get a dog.

  Bailey was nearby, explaining the mating habits of the octopus to some tourists. He was a nice guy, but she couldn’t keep the place open for him and Bill, could she? No, but she could give them good severance packages, references, that kind of thing.

  Bailey demonstrated with his fingers as he spoke. “Dey wrap their tenta-clees around each other like dis, and become one big ball of legs. Den dey roll around on the ocean floor, sometimes for days at a time.” She shot him a questioning look, and he added, “Okay, maybe not days, but certainly hours.”

  Oh, brother. She was no expert on the mating habits of the octopus, barely even knew the mating habits of humans anymore. But something about Bailey’s story, like his family, didn’t sound quite right.

  She walked past the tanks, entranced by all the creatures that normally lived in the ocean beyond: brightly colored fish, crabs, even a jewfish. What were their lives like in the wild? She thought of Chris’s question about what she would do with the park. At the moment, she felt responsible for the lives of the lobsters, eels, all of them. Some did the same thing Liberty did, circling endlessly in their small, boring worlds. All for the amusement of tourists.

  She sighed, overwhelmed by what was right. Still, she couldn’t imagine spending her life trying to save any one of these species. That was for someone who had different values, different standards to live by. Like Chris.

  “Well, Miss Lucy, did you convince him to let da dolphin fish stay?” Bailey asked, coming up beside her.

  “I want the dolphin to go free, Bailey. It’s only right.”

  “Kiss mi neck, I t’ink you are sweet on the guy!”

  She whirled around, mouth open. “Bailey! Why in the world would you think I was sweet on that…creep?”

  “The way you look at him all the time, and the way you took his side.”

  “I didn’t take his side, I took the dolphin’s side.”

  He didn’t look convinced.

  “And speaking of creeps,” she said, “I have to call my ex and see how everything’s going.”

  She walked toward the office. Sweet on him! Of all the crazy, harebrained ideas. She was as sweet on Chris as she was on the pukey green moray eel in one of the tanks. Chris and the eel had about the same amount of charm, to be sure.

  First, she touched base with her secretary, then she was transferred to Tom.

  “Hey, how come you’re not checking your e-mail?” he said.

  “I’m just fine, and yourself?”

  “What, I’m supposed to deal with pleasantries when you’ve been totally out of reach for the past week?”

  “It’s only been a day and a half, and dispensing with the pleasantries was the reason our marriage disintegrated, so keep that in mind when you’re out with that little honey I saw you with last weekend.”

  He chuckled, and she could well imagine that cocky grin of his. “Aw, you’re just jealous.”

  All she could do was laugh. “Would I be giving you advice if I were jealous?”

  “Well, I suppose not. But you didn’t have to laugh.”

  “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”

  “Anyway, why haven’t you checked your e-mail?”

  “Because I didn’t bring my laptop with me. I told you this was also a vacation.”

  “That’s what I say when I leave town, too, but I’m still right there in the groove, Luce.”

  She ground her teeth together. “Are you saying I’m not pulling my load?” It wasn’t the first time she’d asked that question, but Tom was too much of a wimp to say what he occasionally alluded to. “Because if you are, we can talk about dissolving Advertising Genius when I get back. Frankly, I’m tired of your innuendoes.”

  She could hear him put his smile in place. “No, darling, I’m only…all right, sometimes I do feel that way, but I don’t want to dissolve. It’s just that, when we were married we both put everything into the business. I still am, and you’re not.”

  “That’s why we’re not married anymore, Tom. Our marriage was the business. That’s all it was. I am totally committed to the agency, but I really need this time away. And don’t call me darling. I haven’t been your darling for a long, long time. So, what is this emergency you’ve been trying to get hold of me over?”

  “No emergency, Luce, I only wanted to make sure you were accessible if one arose.”

  She blew out a long breath. “Well, I’m not accessible. In fact, I haven’t even thought of the agency since I left.” She realized that was true, except for the brief but irritating conversation with Chris last night. “And I don’t feel bad about it. I’m allowed to do that, take a real vacation, you know.”

  “Have you got that tropical fever? Maybe you’d better come right back and see a doctor. You want me to make the arrangements?”

  “I do not have any tropical fever. It’s just that I have enough to deal with right here, and I want this settled before I return.”

  Tom had a way of sounding like a boy at times, and that tone crept into his voice now. “So, what’s that park you inherited like? Primitive little place?”

  Ever since he’d heard about her inheritance, he’d been sniveling about it. “No, it’s great, huge, with dolphin shows and a hundred aquariums filled with exotic marine animals, and you should see the crowds. It’s right on the ocean, a real gold mine.”

  And then she turned to find Chris standing there with that folder in his hand.

  “That sounds…nice. Hey, my
line is blinking, and I have a meeting with a big, prospective client in twenty minutes. Will you call in once a day at least?”

  “I will not. I may call in a few days, but I’m not making any promises. Bye.”

  She laughed nervously when she hung up. “I can explain that little…exaggeration.”

  Chris shook his head. “Listen, I gave up on trying to understand people a long time ago.”

  “This is different.”

  He replaced the green folder.

  “See, that was my ex, the one I own the agency with, and he makes me so crazy sometimes with his attitude, and I don’t even know why I lied.”

  He snagged her hands, which were trying to express what she was saying. “I don’t care. It’s all part of the Great Green Lie, and that’s not my world anymore.”

  He glanced down to where he held her hands. She wondered if it felt as good to him as it did to her. As though in answer, he tightened his hold before releasing her and heading out. She curled her fist and tapped her forehead with it. What a fool she’d made of herself! Not only caught in an inane lie, but babbling to try to explain it. She hated what Tom made her sometimes. But it wasn’t just Tom, it was everything.

  It was who she was.

  BY THE END of the day, Lucy had contacted a real-estate person to come out and give her an idea of what the property was worth. She tried to find Bailey to tell him she was leaving, but found herself at Liberty’s pool where Bailey was nowhere near.

  Chris was floating on a blue raft, arms and feet dangling in the water. He was still wearing that swimsuit that accentuated his small derriere and the taper of his back as it flared into nice, wide shoulders. She caught herself licking her lips. It wasn’t like her to lust, other than at untouchable celebrities. Chris was definitely touchable, at least in a physical sense. Liberty swam below him, like an odd-shaped shadow.

  “You’re not going to try to explain yourself again, are you?” he said.

  “I don’t care what you think.”