Never Got Over You

by Scott, S. L.

  He pours her a glass, and I twist the tops off the beer bottles. Seems like we’re going to be here a while, so I settle in after taking a long swig.

  “I met her last spring actually.”

  My mom’s grin grows. “In Catalina?”

  I could lie just to throw off her game, but my mom’s the best, so I’ll always tell her what she wants to know. “I think you called it last May.”

  “But how? You were in New York.”

  “That’s where she’s from.” I take another drink and then add, “You’ll like this part best—I literally ran into her. Like physically ran into her on the street.”

  Snapping, she bolts upright and points at me. “That’s fate intervening!”

  “I knew you’d get a kick out of that.”

  She slips around to my side of the island and hugs me again. “I’m so happy for you.”

  I hug her back. “Me too. You’ll really like her. She’s smart and funny, really funny.” My mom steps back but keeps a hand on my cheek. “She loves to laugh and a great pun. Mom,” I start, now feeling a little shy with the next admission, “she’s so pretty. Literally, like I can’t take my eyes off her.”

  “Do you have a picture? What’s her name?”

  “I do.” I chuckle at that, as I pull out my phone to show Mom the photo Tatum sent me. “Here. This is Natalie.”

  She hums with a smile on her face. “Oh, she’s beautiful. So sweet. And look at that. Nick and Natalie like Corbin and Cookie.”

  Andrew shakes his head. My mom can’t see him, thank goodness. “Kissing in a tree.”

  Gently laughing, she takes her glass and turns to him. “I actually have kissed your dad in a tree.” Walking around him, she taps his nose. “And then nine months later—”

  “Okay, that’s enough,” Andrew proclaims.

  She’s still laughing when she heads for the back door. “I think my work here is done. I’ve horrified one son, and the other has met his match. On that note, I’m going to enjoy a little sunshine out back and let you boys talk business.”

  As soon as the door closes behind her Andrew asks, “What’s the secret?”

  “It’s not so much a secret as it’s wicked skills, big brother.”

  My shoulder is punched. “Really? You know I’m talking about business. What did Stans tell you?”

  “Ah. Yes. He told me the CEO wants to retire. He’s had some health issues. He also says that they want to keep the family atmosphere and were impressed with us.” I finish the beer and then continue, “I got the distinct feeling that if we padded the offer, we’d probably get a quick answer.”

  He drinks his beer, but I can tell by the distant gaze that he’s deep in thought. “What do you think would seal the deal?”

  “Obviously, we need to be in the millions. A few hundred K isn’t going to impress anyone.”

  “We were willing to go up another three mil without approval, but I have to talk to Dad to see where he thinks we should land so we’re not screwing ourselves. Manhattan Financial would have to continue to turn a profit after the acquisition. Especially then. But I’m not worried. We’ll get our accounting team in and trim the fat. As for the health issues, what’s up?”

  “Not sure. It was mentioned on the down-low without too many details. He’s just ready to retire and enjoy the golden years.”

  “Kids?”

  “Yeah, but he said they’re not interested in the business. I think it will be an easy transition as well. He seemed eager to lead it.”

  “That’s good. Less we have to worry about. We can talk to Dad in the morning and make a plan.” Clapping me on the back, he says, “You did good, Nick. Making us proud.” He heads for the stairs but stops and looks back at me. “As for the girlfriend, it’s about damn time. And you know if we win this deal, we’re going to need some people in New York. It might be something to consider.”

  I hadn’t thought about that, but now that he’s mentioned it, I have a feeling I won’t think about anything else. What do I want to do? Where do I want to live? How long can I stay away from Natalie without feeling like I’m going insane?

  Spinning to my feet, I grab my suitcase and head to my bedroom. I moved home after graduation to save money to eventually buy a place by the ocean. But Natalie has me thinking. Maybe I want to rent something in the meantime so when she comes to visit, we have privacy.

  The next morning in the conference room bright and early, I sit beside my brother at the long table. “I typed up all the notes, including my suggestions.” As we come to the end of the list, I ask, “What do you think?”

  My dad angles toward me from the head of the table, rubbing his chin. “I think it’s worth upping the offer and getting this deal closed. Are you up for the task, Nick?”

  “I am.” The answer’s easy even if a little self-serving; I get to see Natalie again.

  “I want this company.” He stands, not minding a team of people watching his every move. “Andrew will go with you. He can handle the negotiations, but I want you to back him. As for the paperwork, make sure the legal language is in our favor. Don’t let me down. Close it and come home with signed contracts.”

  “I’ll take care of it and get us situated on the East Coast.”

  My dad says, “Good job on pushing this to happen. Stans would have never confided in just anyone. It’s because of you, Nick. He trusted you enough to let you know about the CEO’s private situation.” He looks up and grins. “Christiansen Wealth Management Manhattan has a great ring to it. Have a good day, everyone.” He walks toward the door with the others.

  Andrew rocks back in the office chair. “What do you say? You up to take New York by storm?”

  With Natalie at the forefront of my mind, I reply, “I’m ready.”

  19

  Natalie

  “We’re close to making the deal. A lot can come of it if this happens.”

  “I have a good feeling about it, so I’m sure it will close.”

  He goes quiet on the other end of the call, but then whispers, “Everything’s moving so fast.”

  “That’s good, right? It shows your family and the other execs that you’re ready for whatever they throw your way.”

  “I mean with us.”

  This time, I’m the one who goes silent. Does he regret asking me to be his girlfriend? For committing to someone across the country? I know it’s been a while since he’s been in a relationship, but he seemed ready by his words and through his actions.

  Why did I jump in heart first instead of testing the temperature with my toe? Ugh.

  “Natalie?”

  “What?” I ask, angry with myself for having doubted so quickly. I guess, we’re both in unfamiliar territory. Damn those dimples.

  “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve felt content. I miss you, but knowing you’re at the other end of a call or video at the end of the day is a nice feeling. I have someone I can rely on who makes me happy.”

  I lean against the phone, pressing it tighter to my ear, a sucker for his words and hearing him sweet-talk me. “You make me happy, too.”

  “No regrets?”

  “Not a chance.” I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. “When will I get to see you again?”

  Caught up in our busy lives, it’s only been two weeks since I’ve seen him. I’ve started conjuring images of what it’s like in his world—Nick shopping for groceries, going to the gym, hitting the beach for an early morning surfing session, as he calls it. I like to think that something exciting is always happening in his life and I get to reap the benefits of it from getting pics of his hot body or just listening to him breathe as if he’s just come from a workout and lying on the couch to recover. It’s all in my head, but I still like the sweaty, sexy image of him doing that.

  He replies, “How’s this weekend?”

  “Wide open for you.”

  Is that a growl I hear? “I like you wide open. How about
a little phone sex?”

  “Oh my God, Nick,” I reply, shocked. But the bed is cozy, and man, do I love my boyfriend’s voice—those deep notes reaching my core when he speaks. “Go on.”

  A chuckle vibrates in my ear. “I can’t say I mind how much you like sex.”

  “I hope not, but to set the record straight, I like sex, but with you I love it.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere, baby. Now tell me what you’re wearing, and I hope the answer is you’re naked.”

  Having a boyfriend I can share my most intimate acts and emotions with is truly better than anything, even those sexy little dimples, but not by much.

  * * *

  I huff, setting my laptop on the couch so I can get up and pace. The client I’m working with is beyond frustrating. “This guy has dated everyone in the city, and my client thinks she can hook him with a basket of cookies.”

  Tatum looks up from the dining table, her mouth practically hanging open. “Is that what she requested?”

  “I talked her out of it. Anyone under the age of eighty knows that cookies won’t tame his ass.”

  She laughs and leans back in her chair. Crossing her arms over her chest, she says, “You seem to know the type.”

  I walk to the windows but glance back at her. “Not just the type. The guy. I dated him once. Once when you were out of town and weren’t here to talk me out of it.”

  “Oh, so it’s my fault, is it?” She sports a grin.

  “Technically, it’s mine, but can’t you take the blame of that mistake for me for a little while.”

  “For you, anything. I believe I remember just that weekend. I was making a few mistakes of my own, so add your mistake to the suitcase, and I’ll whisk it away so you never have to think about it, or him, again.”

  “You’re the best. You know that? The absolute best.” As far as friends go, she’ll always be tops, but after last night, Nick is owning other parts of my heart. Pushing the curtains wider open than they already are, I peer outside. Night had fallen without notice, but now that it’s here, my stomach rumbles. “What do you want for dinner?”

  Digging through a small filing cabinet in the corner of the dining area, she pulls out a notebook of our tried and true timeless gift options and sets it on the table. “I’m not sure. What do you want? Oh! I got it. A private Michelin-starred chef prepared meal. We’ll close the restaurant down. Can’t get more up an arrogant asshole’s alley than that.”

  “I take it you’re referring to the client and not our dinner tonight. Correct?” Delirium has set in after working without so much as a break, and my laughter follows just after. “We’ve been at this all day.”

  She joins in laughing along with me. Definitely not at me. “No, not you.”

  “It’s a great idea. Serves two purposes—feeds his ego and fills his belly. I’ll send her an email with the concept and see if she can push her budget.”

  With the holidays coming up, not only are we taking corporate orders but we’re also fulfilling specialized gifts to individual clients. We’re busier than ever. That means fewer clients with bigger budgets would allow us to prepare properly and plan the way we need to, approaching the end of the year. “I think we need to bring a couple of people on board. What are your thoughts?”

  “We have the workload to justify it, and there’s no reason not to with the funding secured for another year. With more employees, we can serve more clients and continue to grow our list of regulars. We could even start adding in referral incentives. That means a potential larger reach and more profit, which they will contribute toward.”

  “I’m not seeing a downside when you put it like that. I need to make sure I’m covering the bases, but it sounds like we might be expanding.” The thought makes me giddy. I pick up my phone to call Nick, but remember he told me he’d be in meetings until late. Lying in his hotel bed thoroughly smitten feels like a lifetime ago because I miss him. But in reality, it seems we’ll not be anything but full speed ahead. And I don’t mind one bit.

  Still staring out the window, I try to act casual. “What did you think of him?”

  “Oh no, Natalie. You’re not dragging me into this. What did you think of him? That’s what matters.”

  “I think…” His smile comes to mind. Those soulful eyes with those sunset-golden edges. And the strong arms that reveal he never wants to let me go by how he holds me. “I think Nick is pretty damn perfect.”

  “But you don’t do perfect, Nat. You’re like a magnet to damaged and troubled men, and guys who wear arrogance like a second skin.” She laughs under her breath. “You sure you’re feeling alright?”

  No, I answer in my head. I’m love-sick for that man. “Nick is none of those things. Maybe I’m growing up and finally realized that I don’t have to be emotionally battered to think someone loves me. Maybe Nick’s goodness is what attracted me.”

  “This time.”

  I turn back to look at her.

  “I left him in Catalina because I was in no place to see the good in anyone, much less a man. But that doesn’t mean I forgot about him.”

  She leans against the bar, studying me. “I’m going to say something you’ve never heard from me before. I like your boyfriend. I think Nick is amazing, and I also think you two are pretty damn incredible together.” She raises her hands. “I know. I’ve hated everyone you dated, but there’s always an exception to the rules.”

  “Nick’s my exception,” I say, the words seeping in as I feel their deeper meaning.

  “Guess an old dog can learn a new trick.”

  “Hey, did you just call me an old dog?”

  She shrugs unapologetically. “I’m three months older than you, so what does that make me? Ancient, that’s what.” Opening the fridge, she peeks inside. “There’s nothing but cream cheese and a jar of cherries. Why do we even have those?”

  “Last Christmas we made cherry martinis.” I glance at my phone, wishing I had a text from him. It’s not that I don’t understand he’s busy. I’m busy too, but isn’t it fun to blow off obligations when you get to spend time with a new love?

  Studying the jar, she asks, “Do they go bad?”

  I shrug even though she’s not looking at me. “Check the date.”

  The room is quiet while I reply to an email. I can assume she’s looking for a best by date because not ten seconds later, I hear the jar hit the recycling bin. The refrigerator door closes, and she plops next to me on the couch. “Want to go out?”

  “Yep. I’m starved.” I set my laptop on the coffee table and stand. “I could eat a family-sized platter of pasta right now.”

  Heading back into her bedroom, she says, “I don’t know how you stay so thin when you eat like that.”

  “Running three to seven miles five days a week helps.” I fail to mention the intense workout Nick’s given me between the sheets. How could I forget when my body remembers so well?

  I know she’d love to hear all the details, but I’ll save those for now to keep the excitement of the newness to myself for a hot minute. “And good genes.”

  “Martine passed down those model genes all right. I can’t walk by an Italian restaurant, which is damn near impossible in New York City, without gaining a pound or five from the smell alone. God, I miss fettuccine Alfredo so much.”

  It’s true. My mom modeled for a short time in her early twenties. She was spotted in Central Park and was booked for three Paris runway shows the next week. After meeting my dad at a coffee shop in Tribeca, she quit eight months later so she could spend more time with him instead of traveling the world.

  As she claims, too in love to be away from him, she also decided to help build the family business. He gives her full credit for making it a success. From marketing to financials, she’s done everything to help not only build but also to create their legacy.

  I feel like a failure in comparison. She makes everything look so easy. I peek into Tatum’s room. “Speaking of the other jeans, can I borrow a pa
ir of yours. A bunch of mine went to the cleaners today.”

  Without missing a beat, denim hits my chest. “Thanks.” I toss them to my bed and then go to my closet to flip through for a shirt. Deciding I’m not in the mood to dress up, I finally just pull a red fitted tee from a hanger and toss it to the bed. After changing clothes, I slip on a pair of Gucci red heels. They’re not that high at three inches. What? Most of mine are higher.

  I’d like to say I don’t worry about my makeup, but I swipe a fresh coat of mascara and lipstick on before primping my hair. Basically, I’m keeping it a low-key night.

  She’ll take another twenty minutes, at least, so I return to the living room and wrap up what I was working on. Sitting there, I check my phone again, tempted to call him or text him, but I worry it will interrupt an important meeting. “He’ll contact you, Natalie,” I remind myself.

  Remembering how he called me baby the other night, I feel warm and fuzzy. Although that thought amps up the loneliness of his absence.

  I impatiently wait, wondering if I should get a glass of wine to pass the time or just sit here with nothing to do but wonder what Nick is up to. “Are you coming?”

  Tatum comes out but stops in the entry to the hallway. “Don’t be mad.”

  Popping up from the couch, I say, “You’re not ready?” As if she didn’t already know this information.

  “I was thinking I would have a night in.”

  “What? It was your idea to go out. I got ready . . . kind of to be seen.”

  “You look fantastic and should go.”

  What the hell? “Alone?”

  She goes to the door and opens it. “Totally, even if you just get us takeout. Don’t put that outfit to waste. Nick would totally love it.”

  “But Nick won’t see it.”

  She grabs my crossbody purse and slips it over my head. “Take a photo on the way and send it to him.”