by Ashlee Price
Tanner looked to Hannah for some explanation, but she just shook her head in confusion. He followed Jenna outside, still unsure of what was going on with her.
Jenna was pacing around in circles as the crowd outside of the bar finally cleared out. Tanner approached her slowly. “You want to tell me what’s going on with you?”
“Brandy!” she shouted, throwing her hands in the air.
“Okay, what about Brandy?” he asked her.
“She said that whoever falls in love with you is going to get her heart broken because you two always get back together! Exactly what I said! You’re probably here to pick her up,” Jenna sniffled.
“Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” he told her. “Why are you listening to Brandy?!? Why was she even here?!? And have you been drinking?”
“A little bit, but that’s irrelevant!”
“But you don’t drink,” he said with a worried look on his face. “I need you to calm down. Let’s not talk until you’re sober. Go back inside and drink some water. We’re going to finish up here, making sure everybody’s out and safe to leave. Let’s go.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” she whined, snatching her arm away from him before he even reached out to her.
Tanner exhaled, exhausted and frustrated. “I don’t want to and I will not do this with you, Jenna. You need to go back inside and sober up! Let’s go!”
“No!” she yelled. Jenna turned her back to Tanner, pouting and refusing to cooperate. She never expected what happened next, and feeling Tanner lift her off the ground, over his shoulder, and haul her back into the bar left her feelings in turmoil. She wasn’t sure whether she was pissed or turned on.
“What the hell is going on here?!?” Paul shouted as Tanner stormed into the bar and sat Jenna down on a stool.
“She’s gotta sober up,” he told them.
“But she doesn’t drink!” Hannah and Paul replied simultaneously.
Tanner rolled his eyes and picked up his gear. “I’m heading back to the station. Just make sure she drinks some water and doesn’t get too dehydrated.”
“This is all your fault!” Paul yelled at Tanner.
“My fault!” He raised an eyebrow, then waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not going to do this with you, either, Mr. Ferris. I’ve had enough arguments with your family for the night, and I’m not about to decipher why you believe any of this is my fault! You all have a good night!”
“Oh no you don’t! You don’t get to do this to her again!” Paul shouted. “You’re holding her back! That’s one of the reasons she’s all riled up right now!”
“Yeah! I’m riled up!” Jenna giggled.
“You hush!” Paul redirected his anger to her. “Hannah, can you get her home for me, please?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Ferris,” Hannah said solemnly. As she was helping Jenna out the door, she turned back to him. “And just so you know, even with the cabs we paid for and the party getting shut down, we cleared over three thousand tonight.”
“Everybody got paid?” Paul asked.
“Yeah,” Hannah said with a half-smile. “I’ll get her home.”
“I’m sorry you think I’m one of the reasons she’s staying, Mr. Ferris,” Tanner jumped in. “But I don’t think she’s going to be hanging around for as long as you think she is. Brandy’s making sure of that. I’m sorry for whatever trouble I’ve caused. Have a good night, sir.”
Jenna heard their exchange, but she couldn’t find the words to help out. She was hammered, and it had only taken two shots of bourbon to get her there. With every passing minute, the liquor drowned more of her rational thoughts. She wanted to set her father straight. She wanted to tell Tanner she didn’t care about Brandy, or their relationship. She wanted to count up all of the money she’d brought in with her tiki party, but it all fell to the wayside as Hannah lugged her home. Loopy and anxious for bed, Jenna fell asleep hoping that her desires would be satisfied in her dreams.
Chapter 9
The pounding in Jenna’s head was subtle, but the dizziness she felt as she got out of bed made her sit back down immediately. From what she could remember, last night at The Wheel had been a success. After taking a few deep breaths, she tried standing again. More successful this time, she made her way toward her bathroom to wash up and figure out what happened after the Jim Beam.
Jenna checked her phone and found a slew of unanswered calls and text messages. She was certain there was a lot for her to explain. The first thing would probably be why she’d decided to drink when everyone knew she never did.
Voices traveled up the stairs, letting Jenna know that her father was awake—and not alone. The other voice was eerily familiar, and when she got to the top of the stairs she stopped suddenly. Sean Hannity was standing in the living room with her father. Eavesdropping on them again didn’t seem like the best idea, but Jenna couldn’t help herself. She sat down quietly on the top step so as not to disturb them.
“So, you had quite the shindig last night,” she heard Hannity tell Paul.
“Yeah, it was my daughter’s idea.”
“Well, it seems like your little one has plenty of good ideas. Where’s my cut?” Hannity asked.
“At the bar,” Paul sighed. “She worked really hard for that. Don’t take it all.”
“You know how this works, Paul. It’s not my fault your daughter stepped into our arrangement. But she has doubled earnings in the short time she’s been here. Embrace it, Paul. Make the money, pay what you owe, and keep my portion off the books. I have to say, though, that I’m a little disappointed that I had to find out about your party through my friends. Furthermore, they couldn’t come in to use the room as promised, which means there will be a fine attached to your payment this week.”
“Please, Mr. Hannity, it won’t happen again. I can’t afford to keep paying these fines. I’ll never get out from under the loan that way.” Paul had a helpless tone in his voice. Jenna wanted to cry, but instead she listened closely.
“Well, perhaps you should get decent medical coverage so you won’t have to come to me the next time your wife falls sick. I’m sorry, but I did warn you not to borrow from me if you weren’t going to be able to pay it back according to my terms. So don’t complain now! Pay me my money, Paul. I’ll be by the bar around six this evening. Have it ready—along with my room!”
“Yes sir, Mr. Hannity,” Paul said, walking the Irishman out of the house.
Jenna wasn’t sure what to do, but she couldn’t just keep sitting at the top of the stairs. Eventually she’d have to tell her dad that she knew more about the Hannity situation than he wanted her to. But the first thing she needed was coffee.
She walked into the kitchen to find her father sitting at the table with his face buried in his hands.
“Whatever it is, Daddy, we’re going to get through it,” she told him.
Paul ran his fingers through his hair, but the look on his face was less than compassionate. “What we’re going to do is pack a bag for you. You’re going to take these next few weeks and go check out those schools that sent you acceptance letters.”
“But, Dad—”
He cut her off. “You will not stay here in Doveport and get trapped in this damn town! You’re going to be more than a barmaid, or some firefighter’s girlfriend. After what I saw last night, I’m beyond disappointed in you, Jenna. That party was out of control!”
“I know things got a little carried away, and I promise that I’ll clean it up, but that’s no reason to banish me to a cross-country road trip. I just want to be sure everything is good here when I do leave for grad school. I don’t want you in any trouble. I don’t want you to be so deep in debt that you have to close The Wheel. I promise, Daddy, I’ll get things up and running, and then I’ll think about going to grad school.”
She had just sat down when Paul slammed both his hands on the table, rattling her cup and shocking her. “No! There is no thinking about going to grad school. You’re going, an
d that’s it! I told you before and I’ll tell you again, that bar was me and your mother’s responsibility. Now that she’s gone, it’s mine! Mine! Not yours. You are not to worry about me or that place!”
“That’s not fair!” Jenna cried. “You can’t tell me not to worry when you’re all I’ve got left!”
Paul held back tears. “You’ve got so much more in you than Doveport. Please don’t fight me on this. I can promise you that I’ll make everything work out so this bar will never close. Not on my watch. I will always do whatever it takes to keep this place open and your mother’s memory alive. Jenna, I just need you to do what we agreed you were going to do. Don’t come home and change the plan. Speaking of changes, why in the hell were you drunk? Please don’t pick up that kind of vice. It’s crippling, Jenna.”
“Believe me,” she said, rubbing her temples, “I’m not picking up another drink any time soon. To be honest, I had this thing with Tanner, and even though it’s over now—I promise it is, Daddy!—his girlfriend just really got under my skin. Everybody was having such a good time and I wanted to get back in a good mood. I swear it won’t happen again.”
“You’re right about that,” he told her firmly. “I thought you and that Tanner kid were done after high school? I don’t like him, Jenna. He’ll keep you here in this town. Don’t get distracted. Start making plans to leave here. I will not have you squander your summer, and shame your mother’s wishes, by working at The Wheel when you could be scouting schools. I don’t want you here!”
“I don’t want to argue, Daddy. I’m tired and my head is pounding. I’m going to lie back down and sober up before I head over to the bar to start cleaning up. I promise I will look through the schools, but if I want to stay here, Daddy, there’s nothing you can do about that. It was hard enough getting through my undergrad. I need a break. Please respect that.”
“I respect that, but I also know that taking breaks leads to never finishing. Please, Jenna just listen to me—”
“Dad, enough!” She got up from the table. “I heard you, and I told you that I’d think about it. I don’t want to have this out right now. I’m going to my room. Besides, we made a deal that I could do the parties and you’d cut me some slack on school!”
“You broke that deal when you had me as acting referee in a bar fight, while you were taking shots, and the police and the Fire Marshal came to shut the place down.”
“Fine.” Jenna walked away before their disagreement could turn into a screaming match. She knew how much grad school meant to her parents, and disappointing them was never her intention.
Plopping down on her bed, she grabbed her phone to sort through the myriad of messages she’d received. Most were from Hannah, but the one that stood out the most was from the guy she’d just told her father she was done with.
Tanner: Hey, good morning. How ya feeling?
Jenna wasn’t sure whether she wanted to reply, but with the performance she’d put on, she figured he deserved at least that much.
Jenna: Hey, good morning. Sorry about last night. I kinda lost it. I’m good. Thank you.
Tanner: Come outside. I don’t want your Dad threatening to shoot me anymore.
Jenna: Now? When did you get here?
Tanner: Just got here. When you didn’t respond earlier, I thought I’d come over before I head in to do my shift. Just want to see you’re alright.
Jenna looked at her reflection in the mirror. Throwing her hair up into a quick ponytail, she swished some mouthwash around and threw on her shorts and motorcycle boots before heading downstairs and flying out the door.
Tanner stood by his car wearing a tight black T-shirt and dark denim jeans. Her heart nearly melted as the sun bounced off his sandy blond hair and his hazel eyes narrowed toward her as she approached him.
“You look a lot better than you did last night,” he joked.
“I wish I felt better,” she admitted, moving next to him to lean against his car.
“So you were going on about something Brandy said, and I just wanted to be sure that we’re on the same page here.”
“I told you before that Brandy wasn’t going to leave me alone so long as you keep entertaining her antics. Last night I just let her get to me, and instead of socking her in the face, I took a shot or two,” she chuckled.
“Ah yes, that would have been quite the addition to the night. Two girls in coconut bras fighting in the middle of your father’s bar. Yeah, he would have loved that,” Tanner laughed.
“Yeah, all that’s missing from that is some mud and rowdy guys taking bets,” she grinned ruefully, shaking her head. “I’m so embarrassed. I knew there was a really good reason I didn’t drink.”
“Yeah… So can you let me take you out to dinner or something? I want to make up the diner thing, and I don’t know exactly what Brandy said, but I haven’t spoken to her since that night. I would love to make up for you having to deal with her last night too.”
“That’s sweet, Tanner, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not sure that I trust myself around you that much,” she admitted.
Tanner turned around to face her while she leaned against his car. The position was too familiar. Watching Tanner lick his lips sent a shock to her center and made her wish he could take her like he had in the back room.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he winked. “I’m gonna head into work, but just tell me you’ll have dinner with me.”
“I guess I can do that. But it has to be soon. Daddy doesn’t like you, and he doesn’t want me spending that much time with you. He’s about to ship me off on some road trip to look at grad schools. None of which are near Doveport.”
“Okay. And no more alcohol. I like you sober,” he told her as she backed away to let him get inside his car.
Jenna stood back and watched him pull away from her house. Tanner Devlin was hard to say no to. Yes, he drove her body to feel things her mind didn’t want to acknowledge, but they felt good together. It was a good enough reason for her to put off grad school, even though she’d swear up and down that she was staying behind solely to help her dad.
When she went back inside, Paul was sitting there with a frown on his face. She held her hands up to stop him from saying whatever was about to come out of his mouth.
“I’m going back upstairs to lie down, Daddy. Tanner only came by to check on me and make sure I was okay,” she told him, racing up the stairs. Jenna heard the slow thud of her father’s footsteps following her, but she was hoping that he’d go to his own room instead of coming after her.
When Paul entered her room several minutes later, he had a box in his hand. It was pink, with a sea-foam green floral print all around it. He sat on the edge of her bed before opening it up. When he did, Jenna couldn’t help but peek inside.
Paul pulled out a picture. It was of a young Jenna standing on a tree stump with her arms in the air, stretched toward the clouds. She was soaking wet. The smile on her face was bright and wide. The sky was blue, and the trees around her were the greenest she’d ever seen.
“I’m not sure if you remember this or not,” he told her, “but this was the day you jumped in the lake. We’d driven miles up into the mountains to hang out with some of your mom’s friends. We’d been trying to get you to jump in and go swimming with everybody else, but because you couldn’t see the bottom you absolutely refused. We pushed, pushed, and pushed… not literally, of course, but we kept trying to get you to go in.”
“Well, at least I finally did it,” she laughed, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
“Right, you did it! You didn’t let us push you in, but you also didn’t let it stop you from jumping in on your own. I’m telling you this because going to grad school is a lot like jumping in that lake. You can’t see the bottom. You don’t know what’s going to happen. It may turn out to be the best thing you’ve ever done, but you have to make that choice. I’m always going to push you to be the best version of you, but if you’re not willing to
jump, ain’t no amount of pushing in the world that’s going to make a difference.”
“So does that mean you’re okay with me taking some time off?”
“No, that means I understand that you want to take some time off, but it also means I believe there is a better piece of you that you’re burying just to stay here. Your mom and me knew that you could be spectacular at anything you put your mind to. But if you just shut that down and don’t even try, you’re not doing what’s best for you. Do what’s best for you, Jenna. Not for me. Not for Tanner. For you.”
“What if what’s best isn’t grad school?”
“You’ll never know that until you try. Go for a year and see. I would love for you to stick with it and graduate, but you’ll never know unless you go. Give it your all and try your best. Don’t let this town, or anybody in it, make you second guess what you’ve been wanting to do. Be great, Jenna. You have to be great. Your mom wouldn’t want you to be any other way.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she finally conceded, “I’ll look over those acceptance letters again and let you know. I can’t say that I’m just going to leave Doveport this week, but I’ll at least pick a school. You know, for a minute there, I was convinced that you only wanted me gone to keep me away from the bar.”
“Oh, that’s most certainly true. We never wanted you to work there anyway,” he admitted. “But if that’s where you end up after you’ve seen all your education has to offer, I’ll be okay with that, and I think your mom would be too.”
Jenna nodded. “I get it. But first things first. I’ve got a mess to clean up, don’t I?”
“Oh yeah,” Paul nodded. “The Wheel is a mess. If you’re going to clean it yourself, I suggest you get a move on so the place doesn’t become a sticky puddle of goop that’ll take ya days to get through.”
“Gross, Dad,” she laughed.
“You ain’t seen gross until you see what they did to those damn bathrooms.”