I don’t want to have this conversation here.
“Of course you do, Lizzie. Think about it. With me gone, you get the job and your life lines up the way you want.”
She bit her lip but didn’t reply.
“This is for the best.”
“No,” she said and shook her head. “We are a team, whether you like it or not. Whether Frank Cade likes it or not. And whether or not you believe it. You need me and I can’t do this without you.”
Is she still talking about the job?
Lizzie took another step forward and poked him in the chest with her index finger again. She was close enough he could wrap his arms around her. He could lift her up and kiss her. I could make everything moot.
“I can’t do this with anyone but you. And I don’t want to. I want to be with you,” Lizzie implored, tipping her chin back to look him in the eyes.
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Mark forced his suddenly wooden legs to take a step back. His body screamed at him to step forward, to grab her and not let her go. His palms itched to rub her back and reassure her. But he couldn’t, too much was on the line for him if he was wrong.
“Go Lizzie,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Go Lizzie. Go. Take the job. It’s yours.”
“You didn’t listen to anything I said, did you?”
She shrunk back, her shoulders hunching as she took a step away. He did listen to what she’d said. But can I trust my instincts?
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve made my decision. I’m getting on the next flight,” he replied, his tone rough and gruff.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it. Go Lizzie,” he said, louder. He pointed to the door.
She looked dumbstruck. She turned her head to see where he pointed and turned back to him. A tear rolled down her cheek. Mark scowled. They’d made enough of a scene. He didn’t want to get more dramatic for his fellow travelers. Mark looked around to confirm that everyone was indeed watching them. Some had the good sense to turn away. But a few didn’t.
He turned back to her. She looked at him and nodded and left.
Mark stood in place, his arms clasped behind his back, and watched her walk out the door. He didn’t breath until she had left the building. He needed her to go. Because what was the other option? He couldn’t stay. Staying meant he’d take her job and her life away from her.
*****
Lizzie walked out of the airport, crossed the crosswalk to the parking lot, and got in her car. She felt like a balloon that had been popped. What more could she have said to him to change his mind? What else did he need to hear?
She turned the key in the ignition and drove back towards St. Simons. She couldn’t go home. She didn’t want to run into Rose. She couldn’t go down to the Pier Village or she might run into Phil. She didn’t have answers that either of them would like. She hated how it had all played out at the airport.
No, there was only one spot for her. She drove over the causeway and headed to Fort Frederica. She turned off her air conditioning and rolled all her windows down, letting the wind dry the tears she refused to acknowledge. Lizzie swallowed the sob that formed in her throat and sucked in fresh air as she drove under the live oaks. She pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.
Wiping the back of her hands on her wet cheeks, she refused to indulge herself in chest heaving sobs. Her traitorous eyes might leak but she would not add any emphasis to her pain. She’d spent too much time crying over the past year. She pulled back her shoulders and walked toward the battery overlooking the marsh. She’d first come to Fort Frederica after the accident. When she hadn’t remembered how to breathe, let alone to live another day. Walking among the ruins, on the long forgotten grassy boulevards, towards the sea, she’d been reminded that time put enough distance to scab if not to properly heal.
Whatever direction her life had been heading in had come to an abrupt stop after the accident. She’d felt the halt, had felt unable to move forward. But Patrick had helped her and so had Rose. They were her family.
Walking over the wooden bridge and past the tabby foundations, she continued on until she reached the grassy knoll next to the battery. A family with two little boys played on the cannons aimed out over the marsh. Lizzie smiled at the scene. She’d started to get to a place where she could remember her parents without the pain of the loss. Patrick had been responsible for that, for taking on the burden of her as well as his little family.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed her brother.
“Frizz, why haven’t I heard from you since my baby was born? I haven’t slept in a week.” Patrick greeted her after picking up on the first ring.
“Hi Patrick, what are you talking about? I called you.”
“I’ve left you like three messages today. Aren’t you calling me back?”
“Sorry,” she replied. “I haven’t really been paying attention. I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s been…complicated here.”
“Talk to me.”
“I got the job.”
“What job?”
“Remember the job I applied for a couple months ago? The Manager of Special Events job? They told me this morning.”
“But I thought that was that guy…uh Mark. I thought it was Mark’s job.”
“Yeah, it was,” Lizzie replied.
“So…what? He got fired?”
“No. Mark left,” she whispered.
She kept her voice low and quiet. Afraid of saying the words too loudly, for fear they’d become real. Lizzie sighed and closed her eyes, fighting against the frustration and the tears building up. They had no understanding. They were colleagues. Anything more that she thought existed between them didn’t. Why get upset?
“Huh. That’s too bad. I liked him,” Patrick replied.
“I did too,” Lizzie agreed.
“Yeah, you’ve done a lot worse,” Patrick said with a snicker.
“Patrick, it’s not like that.”
“Are you sure?”
Taking in a deep shuddering breath, Lizzie closed her eyes. For a moment at the airport, she’d thought Mark would kiss her. When she first saw him, he’d shortened the distance between them in a second. They’d stood mere inches apart, the air charged between them. But then his posture had changed. He’d tightened, turning to stone before her eyes.
“Well considering I just tried to get him to stay and he got on a plane anyways, yes, I am sure.”
“Sorry Frizz. So, congratulations?”
“Yeah, thanks. I don’t know… I don’t know if I want it anymore.”
“But then you can stay. Then you get your inheritance. This is what you’ve wanted. What’s changed?”
“Everything,” Lizzie whispered.
“Has it?” a voice called out to her.
Lizzie looked up and froze staring at the mirage in front of her. Because he couldn’t be real. He couldn’t have stumbled back to her and he certainly wouldn’t show up at her favorite spot.
“Frizz? You there?” Patrick asked on the other end of the phone.
“Patrick, I’ll call you later,” she whispered.
Lizzie dropped her phone into her purse and scrambled to her feet. She dusted her hands on her skirt and yanked it down. She crossed her arms over her chest but quickly dropped them to her sides. She clasped them together behind her back, but that felt wrong too. She held onto her skirt, nervously playing with the hem in her fingers. Now what? He’s here? Is he here to yell at me?
“What are you doing here?” she finally asked him, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak first.
“I came here to talk to you. In a place where we wouldn’t make a scene.”
Lizzie flushed. “I had no idea that airport was so quiet”
“Neither did I,” Mark relented, his face relaxing and a half-smirk quirking up the corners of his mouth. “And I needed time to think about what you didn’t say.”
“What I
didn’t say?”
I think I said everything. She pressed her lips together. Except, of course how I feel about…us.
“No, you go ahead. Finish what you were going to say to me at the airport.”
“I already did,” Lizzie countered, licking her dry lips. She hadn’t reapplied her lip-gloss in a couple hours, since the last time she’d checked her make-up before walking in to Frank Cade’s office. My mascara’s probably run down both my cheeks.
“I don’t want you to leave.” She wiped at her face with one hand, cleaning up the stray mascara.
“If this is about the job, then I stand by my decision it’s yours. You can have the job. I don’t like working events anyways.”
“And that’s it? You’re going to go down to Miami and work at a hotel?”
Mark shrugged and took a step closer to her. “Or I could stay here. And open up a business.”
“Doing what?” Her pulse raced as he closed the distance between them.
“Paddle boarding?” He asked, walking forward inch by inch until he reached out and grabbed her by the waist.
“I think you haven’t thought this through.” Lizzie shivered. The force of his grip, the possession of the movement, and the unspoken promise in his arms offered her a tantalizing future she hadn’t dared to let herself dream could happen.
“No, I haven’t. But I don’t care about the job. I can figure that out. I care about the woman.”
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Instead of deafening her, she somehow heard his words even more clearly. His words amplified. But this can’t be real. Somehow a mirage of Mark had appeared. Somehow this Mark had started telling her everything she wanted to hear. Somehow this was a dream. It couldn’t be real.
“I don’t care about the job. And I don’t think you do either. I’m here to say everything that you didn’t,” he whispered into her hair.
Lizzie gulped and her legs wobbled. His grip tightened around her arms, to keep her upright. Why am I afraid now? Her courage had held through her showdown with Frank and barging in to Phil’s bar. Racing to the airport to beg him to stay, she hadn’t ever wavered. But I’d been the one in control of those situations.
“I’m here to tell you that I love you. I’m here because we’re supposed to be together.”
“How do you know?”
Pulling her hands up to his heart, he laid them both flat on his chest. She felt the flutter of his heartbeat under her fingertips. Lizzie heard his breath quicken when she stepped even closer. She looked into his eyes and he tightened his grip on her hands.
“I can’t put it into words, but I’ll try,” Mark whispered.
His hot breath tickled her face, playing with the loose strands of hair that hung on her face. She shook her hair back and he let go of one of her hands to smooth the tendrils behind her ears. He pressed his hand against the side of her face. Lizzie closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek into the rough palm.
She felt safe. She felt protected. She felt like she’d come home. She didn’t need his words. But she wanted them anyways.
“When I’m with you, I don’t need to be anyone else but me. I’ve never tried to use an old pick up line or be smooth, because you’d call me on it. I don’t want to be fake.”
Lizzie opened her eyes and smiled.
“When I’m with you, you push me to be my best,” Lizzie said.
“Hey, that was one of my reasons. You can’t steal what I’m going to say,” Mark teased her, knitting his brow in mock outrage.
“Sorry, my bad. Continue.”
“Thank you. You understand me without me explaining myself.”
“Agreed,” she nodded.
“You can have the job if I can have you. Will you marry me?”
“We’ve never even been out on a date.” Lizzie protested, her mind reeling.
“Details. We can go out on one tonight, to celebrate our engagement. What do you say?”
“Yes.”
“Just to be clear?” Mark cleared his throat and frowned, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” Lizzie said. “And just to be clear, I get the job?”
Mark rolled his eyes and wrapped her in his arms. Lizzie stretched up on her tiptoes and moved her arms around to clasp behind his neck. He lowered his lips to hers, centimeter by centimeter until she thought she might scream at him to hurry up already. Mark chuckled as he pressed his lips against hers. She shivered and felt the kiss down to her toes.
“It’s going to be a short engagement right?”
“Very short. I know a great planner,” Mark replied.
“And what will you be doing?” She arched an eyebrow at her fiancé.
Her fiancé. The word spread over her like butter on hot toast. Home, fiancé, family. After nearly losing all three over the past year, she knew how lucky she was.
Mark shrugged. “Maybe I’ll start a paddle boarding business. And I’ll build into a lucrative, recreation empire. So I can take care of you and our family for the rest of our lives. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect, just perfect,” Lizzie replied, wrapping her arms around him even tighter and stretching up to kiss him.
THE END
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