Some Like It Geek: A Really Big Set of Romances

by Box Set

  He didn’t…

  Had he?

  Growing up, his biggest fear was losing control. Being friends with the others, aware of his size, his strength…he’d never wanted to hurt anyone.

  It was why he’d joined the football team, to let off steam. Joining the Navy was about channeling that into something good. Protecting people.

  He’d never lost control, not with his friends.

  Until now.

  “Bryan—I’m sorry, man.” Nate held up his hands.

  He could count the number of times he’d hit someone on one hand and have fingers left over. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t what he did.

  He was going to be sick.

  His knees shook and his stomach knotted up.

  Cara pushed Bryan behind her and held up her hand, as though she needed a shield against him.

  “You’re scaring me, Nate.” Her voice wavered and her gaze was wary.

  A few nights ago she’d scoffed at the very idea of being afraid of him, and now here they were. Cara was afraid, because he’d just lost control.

  Bryan braced his hand against the car at his back, the blood still flowing down his chin.

  Fuck, there was no question Nate had broken the guy’s nose with a one shot.

  “I’m sorry, Cara. Please—let me fix this?” Nate could, couldn’t he?

  “Are you going to fix my fucking nose? Ow.” Bryan tipped his head back.

  “I’m taking Bryan to the hospital,” Cara said.

  “I’ll drive.” Nate reached in his pocket.

  “No,” Cara said so fast Nate nearly got whiplash.

  The wide-eyed way she looked at him was new.

  At least, having it directed at him was new.

  Nate had seen it on her face at other times, and hated it then. How many times had he chased away the bullies to keep that look off her face?

  It was worse now, because it was directed at him.

  Nate stood there, two boxes of to-go food scattered at his feet, powerless to help or fix the situation. Cara help Bryan into his car, all the while darting glances over her shoulder at Nate. As though he’d jump them both.

  Cara was afraid of him.

  That knowledge was devastating.

  She was his world, his heart, his love, and now…she was running away.

  Nate watched her get behind the wheel of Bryan’s car and pull out the opposite side of the parking lot, putting yet more distance between them.

  What had he done?

  Nate stared at the scattered remains of the burgers and fries. Bryan’s blood dotted the concrete like splattered ketchup.

  How had this happened? All he’d wanted to do was talk to Cara, explain things. Where had he gone wrong?

  Nate gathered the ruined food and tossed it in a trash bin.

  Where did he start to fix this?

  Cara knew about Ellie. Nate had always intended on telling her, but he’d wanted more time. For them to be secure in their relationship. Plus, Cara knew about his friends-with-benefits. But being friends with one of those people was different.

  Why hadn’t Ellie kept her distance?

  Nate squeezed his eyes shut.

  No, this wasn’t Ellie’s fault. He couldn’t blame her.

  Bryan was an easy target. Yeah, if he’d kept his nose in his own business none of this would have happened, but ultimately Bryan wasn’t to blame either.

  This was Nate’s fault.

  He hadn’t told Cara.

  He lost control.

  He punched Bryan.

  He…didn’t know how to fix this.

  Nate reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

  He paced the parking lot, phone to his ear.

  “I’m supposed to be in a meeting, what’s up?” Ellie whispered.

  “Bryan told Cara everything.”

  Ellie gasped.

  “She knows,” Nate said.

  “What—oh my God.” Ellie blew out a breath.

  “And then I punched Bryan.”

  “Good.”

  “I think I broke his nose.”

  “I’m going to bust his balls when I see him.”

  “What do I do, Ellie?”

  “I…I don’t know, Nate. I’m not good with relationships. I don’t have friends. What am I going to do?”

  “I need to call Cara and see if I can’t sort this out. Fuck. I punched him, Ellie. One moment we were yelling and then…I just lost it. There was blood everywhere.” He’d never seen Cara look at him like that.

  Nate got in his car and leaned his forehead on the steering wheel.

  “Okay, Cara knows the truth. Maybe this isn’t a bad thing?” Ellie’s voice went up at the end.

  “I should have told her at the beginning.” Nate blew out a breath. Samir was right. This was the worst way to have handled this.

  “I’m going to wrap up this meeting and get out of here. We’ll…I don’t know. We’ll figure something out. I don’t want you to lose her, Nate. I like you two together. I might be jealous as fuck, but…I don’t want to lose the two of you, either.”

  Nate hung up and stared at his phone.

  Cara was driving Bryan to a hospital, which meant she shouldn’t be on her phone. Nate couldn’t call her. Not right now. Not like this. But he needed to hear her voice.

  How was he going to make Cara understand there wasn’t anyone else in his heart but her?

  Chapter Fourteen

  “I can’t believe he punched you.” Cara unlocked Bryan’s apartment and held the door. She’d repeated the same sentiment over and over during the four-hour visit to the nearest ER.

  “I told you, you don’t really know Nate.”

  Dark bruises had already begun to form on Bryan’s cheekbones. His nose wasn’t quite right, but at least he was no longer a blood fountain anymore.

  There were things Cara could have lived without seeing. Bryan snorting blood was one of those.

  “Do you want anything? A drink? Some ice?” Cara needed to stay focused. Busy. That way she couldn’t think about the events that’d brought them here.

  “Plug my phone in?” Bryan handed her his phone before easing down onto his sofa.

  Cara glanced at the screen. Over three dozen text notifications.

  Hers were about that bad.

  What was she going to do?

  Nate had lied to her.

  He’d made her the butt of some kind of twisted joke.

  She’d thought he loved her. That he wanted to be with her.

  Was it all in her head? Some sort of lie?

  Then what about at the diner? She’d never seen Nate like that. She didn’t recognize that person.

  “Cara?”

  “Sorry.” She jammed the charging cable into the phone then returned to the sofa. “Want anything?”

  “Sit.” Bryan had his nose tipped up still and his palm on the cushion next to him. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” She grasped his hand, needing that lifeline.

  “You shouldn’t have had to find out that way.”

  She wasn’t so sure she wanted to know. Though knowing why Nate would never make good on his promise to help her move to L.A. would be nice, when the time came. Though now it never would, because she knew better.

  Nate couldn’t love her, because he was already with someone else.

  Ellie.

  What about her?

  Cara had thought they were friends. Was it all a joke at her expense?

  “I needed to know,” Cara whispered.

  It was the proverbial Band-Aid being ripped off all at once.

  She’d get through this pain. Eventually. Possibly the hardest thing to accept was that…her mother was right. Cara was stupid for thinking coming to California would make things better. Life didn’t have happily ever afters, only more chapters.

  The doorbell broke into Cara’s thoughts.

  She glanced at Bryan.

  It could be Nate.

  She wasn’t read
y to see Nate.

  The front door swung open.

  Ellie stood there, backlit by the afternoon sunlight.

  Cara gaped at the woman she’d called a friend. The invisible knife in her heart twisted, driving home the fact that this, everything she’d thought she knew, was a lie.

  “What the hell did you do, Bryan?” Ellie slammed the door shut and stalked across the apartment.

  “What are you doing here?” Bryan stared at Ellie.

  Cara wanted to cry and scream all at once.

  Life wasn’t fair.

  Her mother was right.

  And Cara was stupid for thinking that for once, everything might turn out all right.

  “You shouldn’t be here, Ellie,” Bryan said.

  “The hell I shouldn’t. Where the fuck do you get off sticking your God damned nose into other people’s business, Bryan?” Ellie angry was rather magnificent. She was out of a movie, the way her eyes flashed, fists clenched. “You know what I can’t stand about you? It’s that stick up your ass. You’re so fucking arrogant, you can’t imagine the rest of us would live any other way except by what you think is right. Well, you know what? Fuck you, Bryan. Fuck you. I hope you get a camel hump on your nose. What you did to Cara, to Nate, to me, that’s not what a friend does. You did that because you’re a jealous asshole who didn’t get what he wanted, so now you have to go and piss on other people’s happiness. I hope you’re happy now.”

  Cara gaped, glancing from Bryan to Ellie and back.

  What the hell was going on?

  Ellie turned toward Cara and her face fell. Ellie sank to her knees in front of Cara, her mouth working soundlessly.

  Cara had the strangest urge to hug Ellie, but this was the woman laughing at Cara behind her back.

  “Cara, I’m so sorry,” Ellie finally said. “Please, don’t blame Nate? Blame me.”

  “For…what?” Cara was lost, with no sense of direction for where any of this was going.

  “It’s not your fault Nate took advantage of you, Ellie,” Bryan said.

  “You shut your God damn pie hole, Bryan, or I swear I will beat your nose until Voldermort looks pretty compared to you.” Ellie slashed her finger at Bryan, every bit of her fierceness back. “You know what? How about you leave and give us a moment?”

  “This is my apartment.” Bryan threw up his hands.

  “And you started this shit, so fuck off.”

  Bryan grumbled and shoved to his feet. He gave Ellie a large berth, circling around her to head back to one of the bedrooms.

  Ellie pushed up and perched on the sofa next to Cara.

  “I’m sorry, Cara,” Ellie whispered.

  “I don’t even know what’s going on.” Cara swiped at her eyes. They were leaking again, darn things.

  “Nate said Bryan told you.”

  “Bryan told me about a lot of stuff.” Cara glanced away. Why would Nate want to be with her when he could be with Ellie? It made no sense.

  “Cara, Nate loves you very, very much.”

  “Then why would he lie to me? Why would you lie to me?”

  “I…don’t know. I mean, I can guess.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I…I’ve spent the last year hearing stories about you, I just… I wanted to get to know you. It was selfish and I should have kept my distance but… Seeing you and Nate together, it’s obvious he’s crazy about you. I’ve never had that, you know? I guess… The truth is, I’m happy for you, and I’m jealous of you, and I want to fucking be you. Nate and I were never anything but friends. Never.”

  Cara stared at Ellie.

  Was she hearing the woman right?

  Ellie of the impossibly beautiful everything, wanted to be Cara?

  “I’m a complete disaster. You do not want to be me,” Cara blurted

  “You don’t know that.” Ellie chuckled and pulled her legs up onto the sofa. “I’d bet I’m the bigger wreck. Besides, one of my favorite people in the whole world is in love with you. Crazy, madly, deeply in love with you. I feel like a little jealousy is natural.”

  “So…you two were dating up until I came here?” Cara was still trying to wrap her head around everything and failing.

  “God, no.” Ellie shook her head. “I would never call what we did dating. Nate and I have always been friends. I’m…I pretty much have no heart. But…”

  “Nate told me he’d had friends with benefits.”

  “That’s a good phrase for what we were. Key word, were. We stopped well before Christmas. It’s been, fuck, almost two months. From what I understand, the night he talked to you and you two decided that you were coming here, we stopped seeing each other. Like that. We pretty much didn’t talk at all for a few weeks.”

  “Oh.”

  “He is completely and entirely in love with you.”

  Cara nodded. It didn’t feel that way though.

  She wasn’t even sure she recognized him, after what happened in the parking lot.

  “Will you please consider giving him a chance to explain his side?” Ellie asked.

  “I need to think about this.” Cara slumped back.

  “Will you please answer Nate’s text or talk to him, to let him know you’re okay? He’s really worried.”

  “Yeah. Sure.” Cara pulled her phone out of her purse and hit dial.

  The line rang straight to voicemail.

  She didn’t bother leaving a message. What the hell would she say? Instead, she fired off a short text, just a few words.

  She’d dove into this without a second thought. But, life wasn’t a fairy tale. Just because she wanted a life with Nate, didn’t mean it was a good idea.

  Once more, Cara had leapt without looking, but there was still time to think about it.

  Tomorrow, she was going home, no matter what. After that, she wasn’t certain what her next move would be. Clearly moving out here on blind faith it would all work out was the wrong thing to do. But she couldn’t stay on the path she was currently on either. Something had to change.

  Nate groaned.

  It wasn’t a question of if, but how many trucks had hit him.

  He pried one eye open.

  There was way too much fucking light for this to be his place.

  Nate pushed himself up. There was an awful taste in his mouth.

  “Afternoon, sunshine. Here.” Josh rounded his sofa, a glass of something amber and suspicious-looking in hand.

  “What’s that?”

  “Hair of the dog. It’ll help.”

  Nate didn’t think so, but he took it anyway.

  “What the fuck did I do?” He tipped the glass up and chugged the liquid. It burned all the way down.

  “That’s a good question.” Josh took the glass, then offered a bottle of water.

  “What day is it?” Nate peered around. The last few hours were awfully fuzzy.

  “It’s Sunday, about two o’ clock.”

  “Sunday?” Nate gaped at Josh.

  Cara’s flight home was at ten.

  “I’ve got to go.” Nate pushed to his feet, only his legs gave out and he sat back on the sofa, the room beginning to spin.

  “Easy, man. I don’t think you’re quire sober.” Josh perched on the coffee table, peering at Nate.

  “I fucked up. I fucked up, man.” Nate scrubbed a hand over his face, bits and pieces of yesterday coming back to him.

  “Yeah, you kind of did.”

  “I need to talk to Cara.”

  “You can’t.” Josh shook his head.

  “What do you mean, I can’t?”

  “Can you hear yourself? You’re barely sober enough to string a sentence together, you broke Bryan’s nose and Cara practically sprinted to the airport first thing. Ellie said she tried to get out on a flight last night but couldn’t. You need to think this through before you talk to her, man.”

  “I fucked up, Josh. I fucked up.”

  “You did.”

  “Wait—how did Ellie know about Cara?”

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sp; “I guess they talked or something. You were trying to hurl in the fish tank, so I wasn’t exactly listening.”

  “Oh, man. I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.” Nate dropped his head into his hands.

  “Drink the water, take some aspirin, then grab a shower, okay?” Josh pushed up to his feet. “I’m going to make you some pancakes. Man, I had no idea how much you could drink.”

  Nate unscrewed the cap on the bottle, his mind a mess. He vaguely remembered driving around talking to Ellie, attempting to get a hold of Cara or Bryan. At some point, he’d ended up at a liquor store then Josh’s and after that it was a blur.

  Not his proudest moment by far.

  Cara was never going to talk to him again.

  Nate finished the water and took the pain killers to soften the pounding in his skull.

  Josh pointed him in the direction of the shower, even had an extra pair of sweats for Nate to borrow.

  Cara would be home by now, wouldn’t she?

  She had to think he was a monster. Or something. God, he’d just reacted, and not well.

  He’d broken Bryan’s nose. If Cara hadn’t been there, what else might he have done? He’d been so angry in those moments.

  Nate showered off the smell of bile and booze, his thoughts more scattered than they were before. He dressed in his borrowed clothing, then went in search of Josh. Nate found a note on the counter next to the food and Nate’s charging phone.

  Make good choices.

  -J

  Nate unplugged his phone with one hand and rolled a pancake up into a burrito with the other.

  He didn’t know if this was a good idea or not, be he was doing it.

  He hit dial on Cara’s number and waited.

  The line rang. And rang.

  She was letting it go to voicemail.

  He couldn’t blame her after everything that’d happened, but he still wanted to talk to her.

  He’d reacted poorly. Uncharacteristic. But where she was concerned…he was a lot crazy.

  “Hey.” Cara’s voice was a touch breathless.

  “Hey,” Nate said around his most recent bite of food. “You made it home?”

  “I did, yeah.”

  “I’m sorry, Cara.” He swallowed his bite and put the food down, bracing his hand on the counter.

  “Yeah,” she mumbled. No, it’s okay, or thank you, or that’s alright. He’d fucked up and they both knew it.