by Kristie Cook
“My thoughts exactly,” I said as I glanced around, taking in the few clothing stores that dotted the main street.
My muscles grew slack as soon as we’d taken the exit into the little town. There was something comforting about it to me, like something burning inside of me had now been tamed.
“What is this, the center of town?” Vera asked, an unbelieving tone etched into her words.
I grinned and nodded. “I told you it was small.”
“You weren’t kidding,” Vera said, her plump lips twisting into a frown. “Well, at least we have the beach. Dear God, let the beach and the guys be gorgeous to make up for all this town is lacking,” she said in her famous dramatic fashion.
“It’s not that bad. I mean look, there’s an art gallery, a coffeehouse, and a used bookstore,” I said, pointing to each place.
My eyes paused on the used bookstore. I hadn’t remembered seeing it the last time I’d come, surely it had been there though. A wooden sign hung above the door where a scrolling script etched out Spellbinding Reads. I made a mental note to check the place out some other time. After all, there was nothing better than reading a good book while sitting on the beach.
“No way, a used bookstore.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from her words and I rolled my eyes. “Eeekk, we’re like less than a mile away from your house! Oh, and there’s the beach!”
The air suddenly shifted as it wisped through the windows of my Jeep, becoming more dense and salty. Just the tiny glimpse of the ocean’s deep blue waters between the houses and through the trees was enough to make my heart hammer with excitement. I couldn’t explain it, but this place felt like home.
“What’s with these street names? They went from straight up Pleasantville names to foreign or something. Ventus Lane? I mean what the hell is a Ventus?”
“Google it,” I said as I turned down Aduro Street, completing our last turn before the driveway of my house.
Vera fished out her phone from inside her oversized purse that sat at her feet. “Good idea. I don’t remember how to spell the other one, what’s this one?”
“Aduro Street—A-D-U-R-O.”
“Destination on left,” the GPS informed us both.
“Okay, so, Aduro is Latin and means … to set fire to, burn, singe, kindle, light. Weird,” she said, reading directly from her phone. “Oh wow! Look at this place!”
I laughed and put my Jeep into park. “God, you sound like you were expecting a serious dump or something.”
“I was,” she said bluntly with a little smirk. “This place rocks, though! You’re keeping this house, right? As a vacation place or something?”
“I don’t know yet,” I said truthfully.
My eyes assessed the size of the house while taking in its old-world charm at the same time. It was white with a gray roof and double the size of my parents’ house, easily. A stone wall separated the concrete sidewalk from the manicured front yard, and twin bushes stood on either side of the front steps.
My driver’s side door opened with a creak as I stepped out. “C’mon, I’ll show you the inside and you can pick whichever room you want to stay in.”
“How many are there?” Vera asked. Closing the Jeep door gently, she walked to where I stood and tugged her suitcase out from the back.
“Five.” I grinned. “I’ve already picked mine so that leaves you four to choose from.” I rolled my suitcase behind me and started up the front steps. Stopping at the chipped white door, I fished in my purse for the set of keys I’d inherited along with the house.
“Are you freaking kidding me, five bedrooms? This house is amazing!” She squealed as she came up the porch steps to stand beside me.
“Wait till you see the inside,” I said as I found the right key and inserted it into the lock. I opened the door and heard Vera gasp beside me. “I know, right?”
“Holy smokes!” was the only response I got.
I stepped inside, taking in the blue and white wallpapered foyer with its glittering crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the dark mahogany-colored stairs that wound up to the second floor all over again. It was just as jaw-dropping as the first time I’d stepped through the threshold.
The house was incredible. Hands down.
“Seriously, I love this house—well, minus all the dusty, draped-in-white-sheets furniture. If I weren’t already signed up to go to Western in the fall, I would totally be telling you that we need to move in here and be roomies!”
“It’s always a possibility,” I said in a singsong voice and winked at her.
“Gah, yeah right. My mom would have a freaking cow if I told her I wanted to take a semester off so I could bunk with you in your freaking awesome house by the beach, you know she would.”
Vera had been lucky enough to get the two weeks off from work to come with me, quitting and bunking with me for an undetermined length of time was out of the question. It was something I understood. Her family could be pretty strict, especially when it came to school and Vera’s future. Part of me always believed that was why Vera was so outgoing and rebellious; she had a lot of time being trapped in her parents’ house completely under their thumb to make up for.
“I know, I know … it’s just a thought,” I said as I started trudging my overstuffed suitcase up the winding stairs. Vera followed behind me, her big blue eyes soaking in every tiny detail of the house. “Haul your crap up here and I’ll show you the rooms you can choose from.”
“God, I so wish I could spend the entire summer here with you. You are so lucky, you just don’t even understand,” she gushed, letting the sheer size of the place go to her head.
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything. There was no point. Vera wouldn’t understand how far from lucky I felt when I’d inherited this house. It was more like odd. Inheriting this house had been an awkward reminder for me, and everyone else in my family, that I was adopted.
I’d never really given much thought to being adopted growing up. Both of my parents had brown hair just like me, and there were never any other siblings for me to be compared to because, due to medical reasons, it wasn’t possible for my adoptive mother to have children of her own.
My parents had been just as shocked about the house as I was. We all drove out a few months ago, as soon as everything was finalized, to see what I’d been left with. Then came another shocker when we pulled up to this place. My dad had been ecstatic about living in a house by the beach and wanted to move immediately, but Mom had said it just wouldn’t feel right to her. So she’d left what to do with it up to me.
This was why I was here for the summer. I was deciding what I was going to do with it, while at the same time, deciding what it was I wanted to do with the rest of my life now that graduation had come and gone.
“The very first thing we’re going to do is get rid of all these ghostly sheets on everything. How did you guys spend the weekend here with everything covered up so creepy-like?” Vera muttered, folding her arms across her chest as she stared at the covered furniture in the hall with distaste.
“We uncovered some stuff, but not much. My mom didn’t see the point,” I said as soon as I stopped at the first bedroom on the right. “It’s almost like she wants me to just sell it and forget about it, like it’s stepping on her adoptive parent toes to keep it or something.”
“Eh, I can kind of see where she’s coming from. I mean this is so out of the blue,” Vera said as she leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom and peeked only her head in. “Nu-uh … this had better not be what all the rooms look like,” she said, crinkling her nose.
I laughed and shrugged one shoulder. “They get a little better.”
I couldn’t blame Vera for not liking the first room; it wasn’t my favorite either. White wallpaper with tiny pink flowers covered the walls. A canopy bed with plastic tossed over the mattress stood in the center, flanked by two incredibly dusty nightstands, and across from one tall, cream-colored block that I could only assume was a dresser
beneath the heavy sheet.
“Next please,” Vera said as she started across the hall to the room diagonal from that one.
“This room is mine, actually.”
“Figures.” She scoffed. “Of course you’d take the one that’s halfway decent.”
I smiled as I leaned against the wall and peered inside. It had pale yellow walls, dark furniture, a four poster bed, and best of all—a balcony. I’d fallen in love with it the moment I saw it.
“All right, next.” She shuffled across the hall to peer into the next room.
“This one isn’t all that bad,” I insisted, following behind her.
“Eh, I need to see the others first,” she said as she continued on to the next room.
“This is the room my parents stayed in.”
She nodded approvingly at the lavender walls and darkly rich furniture. “Nice, but didn’t you say there were five? I only counted four.”
“The fifth one is in the basement.”
“Oh, hell no.” She put her hand up in mock defense and bugged her eyes out like she was talking to a crazy person. “I am not staying in the basement by myself. End of story.”
I chuckled and shook my head as I crammed my hands into the back pockets of my jean shorts. “So what room do you want, then?”
“I’ll take this one,” she said, pointing to the room where my parents had stayed. “I’m not even worried about putting my stuff in there right now. I think first we seriously need to de-creepify this house, open up the doors and windows, and let some fresh air and sunlight in.”
“First, I need to grab some necessities from the Jeep—water, a fruit bar, and some Claritin,” I said just before starting back down the stairs.
Vera fingered the dusty drop cloth that covered a table, or something, in the hall. “Claritin is a must.”
***
As soon as we’d taken some Claritin, eaten a small snack, and quenched our thirst, we headed all the way down to the basement. It was best if we started at the bottom and worked our way up. This was my philosophy anyway.
The basement held virtually nothing. It was a large room with blue walls and a light-colored hardwood floor. Random things were placed sporadically around—an empty fish tank, a broken coatrack, a purple futon chair, an incredibly bowed TV stand, and a large mirror leaning against the far wall with a crack right down its center.
“Someone got seven years of bad luck,” Vera said matter-of-factly.
I walked straight to the closer of the only two doors in the entire basement. “Guess so.”
“God, why would you even put a bedroom down here? It’s so dark.”
“I don’t know, privacy maybe?”
“Ugh, it’s like you’re cut off from the world down here,” she whispered, obviously not enjoying her surroundings. Vera had never been a basement kind of girl; they’d always given her the creeps.
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad. Don’t be such a baby,” I teased, gripping the doorknob to the bedroom. I turned the knob and opened the door just as something big, black, and furry darted from inside and through my legs.
I didn’t know who screamed loudest, me or Vera. Glancing back, I spotted the culprit—a black and white cat—as it dashed up the steps to the first floor.
“How the hell did that thing get down here?” Vera asked, her hand still pressed against her chest. “Eww, please don’t tell me it’s been locked inside that room since you guys left, because if that’s the case, then I’m so not cleaning this room.”
I flicked the light on and searched the room for any signs that the cat had in fact been trapped inside since then, but saw nothing. “Doesn’t look like it.”
Vera stepped into the room behind me and cautiously crept to the bed. “I can see where it’s been sleeping though.” She pointed to the white sheet that covered the bed. Black and white fur clung to it heavily.
I grimaced when I took a closer look and noticed tiny bones from a mouse beside it all. “Yuck...and eating.”
“Eww, gross!” Vera shouted. “I can’t be in this room. Close it back up. You don’t need it for anything.” She bolted out of the room, leaving me all alone inside.
I slowly followed her out, glancing around at it as I went, wondering how the cat had managed to get inside in the first place. There was only one tiny window up at the top of the far wall. Beneath it stood a tall dresser with numerous cat paws imprinted in the dust. The cat had come in through the window. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a gaping hole in the screen of the clearly opened window.
“Huh, guess I have a pet,” I muttered to myself as I exited the room.
“Can we please head back upstairs? There’s nothing down here,” Vera called to me from the steps. “And besides, I really want to open up the front door, maybe your freeloading cat will go back outside.”
Great, I’d forgotten it was now loose inside the house and I had no idea whether it was friendly or not. Awesome.
CHAPTER TWO - Fisherman’s Brew
After cleaning the entire first floor, unloading the Jeep, and answering back-to-back phone calls from our parents—because we’d neglected to call and let them know we’d made the trip safely—Vera and I decided to dress up a little, save the second floor for tomorrow, and head into town for something to eat.
“I’m excited! I’m ready to have a hot fisherman fling before I leave,” Vera squealed as we climbed into my Jeep.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “A hot fisherman fling?”
“Damn right! You could use one too, you know. It’s been like two months since you and Thou Who Shall Not Be Named split.”
“We didn’t just split. If you remember correctly, I dumped him first.”
“Right …” She dragged the word out. I didn’t have to be looking at her to know that she’d also rolled her eyes.
I decided to ignore her little remark. There was no point in rehashing who’d dumped whom first with her. She’d been there. I’d said the words first, but it was just after Ryan had begun to “let me down easy,” so in some people’s eyes it didn’t count. In mine, it did.
Presumably, our break-up was the motivating factor to my leaving Linfrank for the summer … and maybe indefinitely. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure on that last part yet. But I was positive that my leaving was the talk of the town. Poor Addison was just so crushed by Ryan and her break-up that she left town and went straight to that beachside house she inherited to clear her head. This was what I imagined was being said about me. In a town the size of Linfrank, you could count on it. Soul Harbor wasn’t any bigger, but it was new. I was new. And at the moment, that was all that mattered.
Soul Harbor held the appealing possibility of a fresh start. A clean break. And that was just what I was looking for.
“That place looks cute,” Vera said, pointing to a little seafood diner.
I slowed down and turned into the tiny parking lot. “Fisherman’s Brew,” I said, reading the bold blue sign hung above the door out loud.
The building was a grayish color that looked like it had been beaten by harsh seaside weather for years. Chipped baby blue paint outlined all the windows and covered the front door as well. As we stepped out, the sound of metal wind chimes blowing in the wind reached my ears.
“Hmm, maybe this place isn’t so cute … It looks like something from a Shrek movie,” Vera whispered as she came around the front of my Jeep to where I stood.
“But it’s called Fisherman’s Brew—maybe this is where you’ll meet your hot fisherman fling.” I wiggled my eyebrows and locked my arm with hers. “Come on, I’m starved. Let’s just see what this place is all about.”
“I’m starved too. I don’t think I’ve ever done so much manual labor in my life. And you’re right … maybe this is where we’ll meet our hot fisherman flings, because I’m not letting you off the hook just yet. You’re going to find yourself a sexy rebound guy in this little town to get you back on track before I leave.” She winked.
I st
ifled a grin. “I don’t know about that.”
“Oh, you’ll see. It’s in the air. I can taste it!” She grinned wickedly.
***
For a Thursday night, Fisherman’s Brew was slammed. There were only two seats left at the bar in the entire cramped diner.
“I don’t feel right settin’ you young ladies there, seeing as how you’re not of age and all,” the elderly woman with skin the color of night said. She placed a hand on her hip as her eyes grazed us over.
I hadn’t been given a once-over like that in a long time, never by someone so old, and never had I been made to feel so uncomfortable by it before. This woman held some serious power in her stare.
“Oh, don’t worry. We know we aren’t of age to drink,” Vera chimed in, using her sugary-sweet tone she always reserved for getting her way.
“Sweetheart, that’s not what I’m worried ’bout. It’s the way you two are dressed that’s got me all concerned.” The woman looked at us with distaste as she sucked something from between her front teeth. “I don’t need these drunken goobers slurpin’ up their chowder while they’re eyeballin’ you two. Or worse, them tryin’ to get all frisky on ya. That’s just the type of drama I don’t need today.”
“We won’t be any drama, promise. We’re just hungry,” Vera said, still not dropping the sweet tone, even though it clearly wasn’t getting her anywhere.
I tugged on Vera’s elbow. “We can just eat someplace else. It’s not that big of a deal. Let’s go,” I whispered.
“Uh, no.” Vera glared at me and then flicked her eyes from me to someplace behind the old woman repeatedly. “We can’t. I’m starved.”
I followed her gaze to the bar. Sitting between the only two empty seats was a guy who appeared to be close to our age with skin the same color as the woman before us. His back was to me, but even then I could make out his broad shoulders and lean muscles. This was most definitely Vera’s motivation to stay.
“All right, fine. Follow me.” The woman picked up two crumpled paper menus and started walking in the direction of Vera’s newly spotted hot fisherman fling conquest. “But I’m tellin’ you two right now, if I feel like this place is gettin’ out of hand, you’re out. Ya hear?”