Her Two Billionaires and a Baby

by Julia Kent

Page 19

 

  Rules? Who cared. Theyd broken most of them already. Why not add a ticket? When Dylan objected to the parking job hed shut him down fast. It felt good. Whatever made Dylan go silent, Mike needed more of that.

  As for anger, there was an unlimited well inside him, as if hed struck the rage vein, uncharted territory as he became a fireball of pure instinct, driven by the need to fix this, to go back in time, to have been honest and open with Laura and to –

  To have Jill tell the truth.

  That thought came out of nowhere, whispered in his mind like a snake hissing secrets. He stopped as they walked toward the three-story house Dylan said was Josies, as if struck in the face by a falling acorn or a random stone. What? What about Jill? Why would –

  “Hey. You ready?” Dylans voice was clipped and nervous as he worried a button on his work shirt. Work? Joe fired him? He wanted to know more about what had happened, but didnt have the bandwidth right now to listen. Without warning, his hands began to shake, the feeling deep and visceral, his chest bones rattling. Completely out of his control, his body seemed to be releasing emotions he didnt know he possessed.

  “Uh, uh, um,” he stammered, feeling like an eleven year old asking for a first kiss, giving a first speech, talking to his new stepmother and realizing she couldnt stand him. “Sure,” he chirped out, the sound pushed between his teeth by an ever-expanding tongue, his body feeling like it was swelling and shriveling all at once.

  The bell on Josies door made a buzzing sound. He heard an “Eep!” and then an old calico cat appeared in the bay window right next to them. A flurry of curtain movement, then a face that was unmistakably Josies.

  “Shit,” Mike heard, her voice muted but discernible. Then whispers. He and Dylan exchanged looks of rolled eyes.

  “Hah!” Dylan hissed, then pumped his fist. Dont crow too much, Mike thought. We are still so screwed.

  Ding dong! Dylan pressed the buzzer again and stepped back on the concrete steps, which were fairly shallow. He almost fell backwards. A flurry of scuttling sounds and whispers, and then Josies voice through the door.

  “Go away. ” She hollered. That woman could project. Who knew such a tiny body could hold such a mammoth voice?

  “Please,” Mike said loudly. “We want to talk to Laura and explain. ” Please say yes. A massive wave of déjà vu hit him. How ridiculous this all was becoming. Inheriting this money wasnt his idea. All it had brought was problems.

  “Dylan already said everything. He was quite clear. ” Josies voice was caustic, like battery acid in voice form. Mike just blinked, over and over, trying not to react to everything, and as he turned his head toward Dylan all he could think was, Dont kill him. Dont kill him. Dont kill him.

  “What did you text back to Josie, Dylan?” He could feel the threat in his voice, like lead and cyanide, and knew his poisoned tongue would morph into pounding fists soon.

  “I just texted back Its always complicated and a little smiley face. ”

  Holy shit! “And you thought she wouldnt take that the wrong way?”He enunciated, every word spat out through gritted teeth, his jaw aching with tension and his mind reeling. Stay calm.

  Deadly calm.

  Clearly shaken, Dylan flinched. “Well, yeah. I was being light-hearted. ”

  “You have the instincts of a drunken frat boy when it comes to anything emotionally delicate. ”

  “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

  Instead of beating Dylan by ripping out his ego and dropping it on his head, thus flattening him to a pancake from the sheer mass of it, Mike stepped forward and pounded on the door. “Please, Laura, we just want to talk. ”

  “Go away,” Josie warned, even louder. The woman could do a decent imitation of a foghorn.

  “Only when we hear it from Laura,” Dylan shouted back. “Otherwise, were going to keep trying until somehow you let us in. ”

  “Ah, God, Dylan, dont say that,” Mike groaned. Two dog owners at the park across the field turned and looked at them, their animals playing on the baseball field. It was a hot August day and already his shirt clung to him. The dogs frolicked and the owners were talking to each other and pointing at them.

  “Dont say what? I mean it. ” Dylan plucked his work shirt away from his body. He was sweating profusely now, running one hand through his hair. The sweat made it look slicked back with gel, the sun shining off the blue-black highlights in his thick hair.

  “You dont have any power here right now, you dipshit. ” Dylan bristled. Good! The truth hurt.

  “Quit calling me names. ”

  “Im not calling you names. ” Mike leaned in, pulling himself up to his full height. “Im calling you out. ”

  The door opened and Laura appeared, eyes red-rimmed and puffy, hair askew, her skirt wrinkled around her belly and covered with white cat fur. Her shoulders were set and one hand clung to the doorway, the other on the doorknob, body language aggressive and dismissive all at once.

  Mikes heart exploded with need and fear. “Laura, I – ”

  “Go. Away. ” Her voice got louder on the second word, cracking a bit, as her eyes narrowed and bored into him and Dylan, her chest heaving and throat choking out her words. “I texted you,” she said, accusation infiltrating every word, anger focused on Dylan, “and asked for one fucking thing. One! Respect. You couldnt even manage that. ”

  “But I – ” Dylans smile warmed and softened as he tried the charm thing. Mike could tell it wouldnt work. Hell, it pissed him off to see it. He could only imagine what it triggered in Laura.

  “You smug son-of-a-bitch,” she said in a cold voice, chin tipped down and eyes tipped up, the look nearly evil in its perfect composure and composition. Dylans neck craned back and he took a step away, which rattled Mike. No holding back, she was showing them everything right now, and he loved her for it. Raw and broken, she was peeling back to show her true self and he was torn inside, knowing hed done this to her – they had done this to her – because they had been too afraid to reveal their own true selves to her.

  So had Jill.

  “All I asked of you – both of you – ” her eyes burning through them, making Mikes body go cold as she alighted on him “ – was honesty and respect. You gave me neither. No – worse! – you withheld both from me. I guess you didnt trust me? Thought I was some kind of gold digger?”

  Huh? “Why would we think you were all about the money when we were the ones who found you?” he asked gently. She relaxed visibly, suddenly, as if hed said what shed been thinking. As she closed her eyes and screwed her face into an expression of pain, he wanted to take every action, every touch, every word, every breath where hed hurt her and make it all dissolve and disappear.

  Nothing would make their betrayal go away, no matter how much Dylan wished it away with his charm and sweet talking, no matter how much Mikes earnest tries came from a place of authenticity.

  They had betrayed her to the core.

  “You tell me!” she shouted. “Oh. No. You cant. ” Her voice went sarcastic. “You cant ever tell me anything. Anywhere. ” She made a strange, dismissive sound. “Except in bed. Right, boys?” The smirk that formed after that was Mikes personal embodiment of despair. He was dying inside, and just wanted to pull her into his arms, wanted her arms around him, wanted to lose himself in her lushness, her soft, warm self.

  That was gone. Long gone.

  He and Dylan had driven it away.

  “Youre right,” he said, his voice shaky. “I cant tell you. ” Not the answer she expected; her face fell. “I cant tell you because I dont even know. If I knew, Id pour it out. Whatever explanation I could give you, other than blaming Dylan for saying it wasnt time yet, would be so weak youd just get angrier. ”

  She just stared at him with contempt, cheeks red and eyes bloodshot. How had they come to this moment? How could all three of them be standing within feet of each other and be so blindingly miserable?

  “Y
ou cant tell me?” Indignant laughter seemed to strengthen her.

  “But please, Laura,” Dylan crooned, “invite us in and we can talk. Out here,” he gestured at the staring dog owners, “we have an audience. ”

  Thirteen different emotions shifted in her face in rapid succession, most of them negative. She slowly stepped back and shut the door, saying, “No. Just go away” as Mikes view of her narrowed and then disappeared in a line of metal and wood.

  “Laura, I want to come in and talk!” Dylan begged.

  “You want to come in?” she screamed through the door, her seething so clear it was like a high-pitched tone that crippled, a dog whistle of heartbreak. “Then buy the fucking building, Dylan, and walk in like you own the place. ” Mike saw Josie appear in the window, shaking her head slowly.

  “I told you,” she mouthed, and whatever shred of function that remained in him snapped.

  “You can afford it!” Laura screamed.

  And with that, Mike threw the Jeep keys at Dylan and began to run home. It was a good ten miles.

  A good start to pound out the pain.

  The sight of Mikes back as he began to run away was unbelievable. Dylan stared, mouth open, the keys loose in his palm. The guy was running home? It was at least ten miles, which was nothing for Mike, but he was dressed in jeans, a polo shirt, and Merill shoes – not exactly runners clothing in August in Boston. Hed turn into a puddle of goo by the time he crossed the Charles River.

  Maybe that was the point.

  Right now, though, he really didnt have a spare ounce of caring in him for anyone but Laura. How could he have been so callous? Man, he had totally misjudged how she perceived him and his every move. The “Its always complicated” joke not only fell flat, it seemed to have been the nail in the coffin of any chance they may have had to rewind their botched attempt at waiting for the right moment to tell her about their money. Ego be damned; he could admit when he was wrong. He was man enough. And boy, oh boy, was he wrong.

  Mike didnt even want to be in the same car with him, Laura had just told him, in so many words, to go fuck himself, and now Josie stood in the window shaking her head, mouthing words in an exaggerated way, as if he should be able to lip read.

  “Shes done” was all he could read, and then Josie pulled back the curtain, replaced by the old calico.

  Done.

  He didnt want to give up, didnt want to get in the Jeep and head back to the apartment because there? There hed have to face Mike. Eventually. Once Mike got home from his run, which – knowing Mikes speed – would be in less than an hour, theyd have it out. Not part of their relationship. They didnt do fighting. No one had ever put them in this position.

  Wait. They had put them in this position. He had to be fair to Laura. Hope died a quiet, soulful death as no one moved, he heard no hushed whispers, and the cat began licking its privates.

  Time to go home.

  Standing on her front stoop, withering in the heat, the object of ridicule from the two hipster pet owners who now held little grocery bags of poop off their thumbs, Dylan made his way slowly down the steps to get in the jeep and just go home.