Daddy's Virgin

by Claire Adams

  Gretchen reached up and yanked off the new necklace that I'd given her, throwing it down in the sand. I felt a stab of pain and tried desperately to think of something I could say to her.

  “Gretchen, please,” I said, my voice filled with raw emotion. “There's a lot of unhappy feelings there. We haven't talked in years, and if I’m being honest, I'm not a good guy. If you've read anything about me, you must know that. You know the kinds of things that I've gotten up to. And the thing with my brother is that we weren't really close as kids,” I admitted. “But through college, with both of us going to schools in different states, we got a lot closer. He always supported me, when I was only dreaming of going into real estate. Once I made my money, I…” I trailed off. “I'm not a good person.”

  “What did you do?” Gretchen asked.

  I was silent for a long moment. “I was an absolute dick to him, I guess,” I admitted. “Gretchen, I'm not a good guy.”

  Gretchen leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me softly, chastely. “Stop saying that,” she said quietly, urgently. “Stop saying that you're not a good person. You might not be the best guy I’ve ever met, but I don't think you're a bad guy. You maybe did some things that weren't so good, but I don't think you're a bad guy, under all of that. Misguided, maybe, but not bad.”

  I spun away from her, shaking my head. “You don't know-” I started to say.

  But Gretchen spun with me, catching my arms in firm hands. “Yes, I do,” she said sincerely, looking up into my eyes. “Christian, do you think that I'd be here if I didn't think that you were a good guy?” she asked.

  “I don't know!” I exploded.

  Gretchen's finger came up to seal my lips, though. “Yes, you do,” she said softly. “And you know it, deep down. Maybe you didn't treat your brother the best. But that doesn't mean that you aren't a good guy. And he'd know that if he got to know you again.”

  “He'd hate me,” I protested, shaking my head.

  “I don't think anyone could hate you,” Gretchen said sincerely. I looked down into her serious eyes and had to at least consider that maybe she was right.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Gretchen

  I took my third day off from work to strictly pamper myself, spending most of the day lying out in the sun and reading a book. It was relaxing, but there was something hollow inside of me as I finished reading the last book and thought about things with Christian. It was enough to have me calling him up that night.

  “Hey,” he said warmly when he answered the phone. “How's the solo day going?”

  I sighed and shook my head. “To be honest, I miss you,” I said plaintively.

  “Aw, baby,” he said. “What are you doing right now?”

  “Curled up on the couch trying to watch some TV. Thinking about ordering a pizza or something for dinner, but not sure what I want.”

  He laughed. “That sounds nice,” he said.

  “What are you up to?” I asked.

  I could almost hear his shrug over the phone. “Not much,” he admitted. “I went out with Mark and some of his friends, but they've all paired off, and I'm just sitting here now. It's kind of weird to go to a bar when you're not with someone, and you're not trying to take someone home.”

  I laughed. “I can only imagine,” I said. Then, I blurted out, “Do you want to come over?”

  “Are you sure?” Christian asked teasingly. “Or would that interrupt your personal day?”

  “I've had enough of that by now,” I admitted. “I'd like to see you.”

  “I'll be over in a minute,” he said.

  In the end, we didn't have sex, but we did watch a couple of great movies and ate our way through most of a pizza. We passed out together on the couch, so I counted that as a success. At some point in the night, Christian must have woken up and moved us upstairs, because I woke up in my bed, with him spooning me. I shifted away from him and made a couple soft, sleepy noises.

  “Good morning,” he said into the nape of my neck.

  I hummed in response. “Thanks for coming over,” I said quietly.

  “Thanks for having me over,” he retorted. “I needed this.”

  I laughed. “We just saw one another the day before yesterday,” I reminded him. “And it's not like we had sex or anything like that last night.”

  “No,” he agreed. “But, I can't stop thinking about the whole thing with Jeff,” he finally admitted. “I know I shouldn’t, but the guy clearly wasn't happy to see me. I should just let bygones be bygones.”

  “He's your brother,” I reminded him quietly. “You can't just let bygones be bygones.”

  He sighed. “I know.” He shook his head. “The thing is, I would never even be considering working things out with him if it weren't for you,” he admitted. “I feel like this is kind of silly, but I feel like I've honestly become a better person since I've known you, Gretchen. In so many ways. You were telling me the other day about how you think I'm a good person? I don't think I was, but maybe I'm starting to become one.”

  “You can't just become a good person,” I said sagely. “You were always a good person, there underneath. Maybe you did some not-so-good things, but that doesn't mean that you were ever not a good person underneath.”

  He sighed. “You have too much faith in me,” he told me.

  “And you should make things right with your brother,” I said.

  “I don't even know where he's staying,” Christian protested. “How am I supposed to find him? This island isn't exactly tiny.”

  “In order to run into us the other day on the beach, he must be staying in one of the hotels near there,” I pointed out.

  “Or at an Airbnb or something like that,” he reminded me.

  “Start with the hotels, and if you can't find him, then we'll start broadening our search,” I said firmly. I sighed and rolled out of bed; no matter how comfortable it was, unfortunately, I couldn't stay there for the whole day. “I wish I could spend the whole day in bed with you, but I do have to get into work today, I've taken enough time off already.” Christian sighed, starting to get out of bed as well, but I put a hand on his shoulder. “I'm not kicking you out; you can stay as long as you want to.”

  He fell back against the sheets, breathing in deeply. “You sure?” he asked, even as he pulled the blankets up around himself.

  “I'm sure,” I said, smiling sweetly down at him. I leaned in to drop a kiss to his cheek. “I'll see you later, okay? Lock up when you leave.”

  “Okay.”

  When I got to work, I was in pretty good spirits. “Somebody had a good Christmas,” Mina said, coming into my shop and taking in my smile.

  I grinned at her. “As a matter of fact, I did,” I told her. “A really good Christmas.”

  “Chatted with your family?” she asked.

  “Of course!”

  “And saw Christian a few times?”

  I shrugged. “Of course,” I said. I paused, biting my lower lip. “It's been good.”

  Mina sighed. “I know that look,” she said, shaking her head.

  “What look?” I asked defensively.

  “That look,” Mina said, waving a hand at my face. “You look guilty. And you know what I think that means? I think that means that you're starting to forget the fact that he's going back to New York in, like, a week. Maybe two at the most.”

  “He would have told me if he was,” I protested.

  “You'd like to think so,” Mina agreed.

  “Have you read something in one of your magazines?” I asked softly, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

  “No,” Mina said. “Although the fact that you even feel the need to ask…”

  “Then maybe he's not leaving,” I said stubbornly.

  Mina sighed and came forward, catching my hands between hers. “You know that he has to leave at some point,” she reminded me. “There's no way around that. And I don't want to see you get hurt, but I'm afraid that that is exactly what's going to happen.�
�� She sighed. “Do you remember what happened the last time you fell in love with a guy?”

  I grimaced. “Mina-”

  “No, don't you Mina me,” she said, shaking her head. “I'm always on your side, and if he leaves and goes back to New York, I'm going to be there for you with ice cream and Chinese takeout food and stupid movies. But at the same time, you can't just hide away in your little bubble and insist that it's never going to exist. That's-”

  “Mina,” I interrupted firmly, finally succeeding in halting her litany. I sighed. “Mina, I know he's going back to New York,” I said. “But we had a great time over the holiday, and I'm trying to take a leaf out of your book. You told me to just have fun with this, with whatever it was. I'm trying very hard to do that. I'm trying very hard to enjoy this.”

  Mina shook her head, looking pained. “Just-”

  “Mina, he likes me,” I interrupted. “He does. And I'm not saying that he's going to take me back to New York with him, he couldn't do that, I know that. But all the same, I want to enjoy this. So, please.”

  “Okay,” Mina said, miming zipping her lips.

  “So, how was your Christmas anyway?”

  Mina grimaced and flopped into one of the waiting room chairs. “Trust me,” she said dramatically, “you don't even want to know.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Christian

  I don't know why I did it, but it was Mark that I called up for advice. Maybe it was just because he was a dude. Maybe it was because I thought I could get his unbiased opinion on the subject in a way that I knew I would never be able to from Gretchen. Whatever it was, I dialed his number and waited impatiently for him to pick up.

  “Yo, what's up?” he asked. “How was your Christmas?”

  “It was good,” I said distractedly, thinking of something else. “Look, could you meet me over here at the hotel?”

  “Uh oh,” Christian said. “Are you looking at different shirts again?”

  I laughed a little, but the sound was weak. “I honestly wish I were,” I told him.

  “I'll be there in ten,” Mark told me.

  True to his word, he strode into the suite not too long after that. He raised an eyebrow at the way that I was pacing and dropped almost challengingly into a chair. “Dude, what's up?” he asked. “You look stressed.”

  “I am,” I admitted. “I shouldn't be, I should have known this day was coming, but I am.”

  “You're headed back to New York,” Mark said, realization dawning on his face.

  “No!” I said. “I haven't booked my flight yet, but I've been looking at them. That'll happen soon.” I grimaced. “It’s because of my brother.”

  “Okay,” Mark said slowly. “I didn't realize you had a brother.”

  “I don't talk about him much,” I admitted. “And the media doesn't seem to have realized he exists either. We don't have a relationship. At all. I was…” I swallowed.

  “You were probably a dick to him,” Mark surmised, the words coming easily. He shrugged. “Sorry, but I've ready all your interviews and things.”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “I was a dick to him.”

  “So.”

  “So, he's here in Hawaii at the moment,” I said. “And I feel like, I don't know...”

  “You probably should make things right with him,” Mark said, as though it was that simple.

  “But he wasn't-”

  “No,” Mark said, holding up a hand. “I know that's a pretty normal sibling move, but you can't just do the 'he said, she said' thing for the rest of your life or you're never going to solve anything. And then you'll probably be sitting there on your death bed eventually, and you'll be stuck wondering about all the things that you might have changed about your relationship with your brother. Well, no one's going to want to listen to that shit. You'd better make things right now.”

  It was both incredibly wise and incredibly ludicrous for him to say, and I couldn't help laughing. I sobered quickly though. “I don't even know how to make things right with him, though,” I told him. “Like, should I offer him money? He probably doesn't need that anyway; he apparently comes here to Hawaii every year, and-”

  “Yeah, don't do that,” Mark said, making a face at me. “It honestly bothers me that that's your first idea.”

  “So, what should I-”

  “Just be upfront with him, dude,” Mark said. “We all have our faults. And you're lucky because if he's kept up with the news about you at all, he probably already knows all your faults. He knows that you drink too much and that you party too hard and that you've slept with nearly every woman in the world. You don't even really have to say anything except that you're sorry.”

  I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “You make it sound so easy,” I complained.

  “It is,” Mark said. “Look, I don't want to go too much into the backstory here, but I've got a brother too. He lives on the mainland now, in Florida. Growing up, living with him was absolute hell. And when he moved out, I swore that I was never going to talk to the guy again. But you know what? One day, he called me up out of the blue and said that he was in Hawaii and that he wanted to meet up and apologize. And we had the most awkward lunch ever, and we talk nearly every other week and exchange holiday cards and all that. He's one of my good friends. I never would have expected that.”

  I sighed. “It can't be that easy,” I said. “But I guess I have no choice but to try it.” I shook my head. “If I’m being honest, I wouldn't even be thinking about it this much, but he's the only family that I have left.”

  “Aw, man. You need to make up with him then,” Mark said. “Do you know where he's staying here in Hawaii?”

  “Not a clue,” I said, shaking my head. “All I know is that I was over at Gretchen's place yesterday and we went for a walk on the beach, and that's when he ran into us, so we assume he must be somewhere in that vicinity. But that doesn't narrow it down all that much.”

  Mark shook his head, a grin on his face. “Man, I knew I was going to be able to pay you back one of these days!” he exclaimed.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “One of my really good friends is a police officer here. He can find your man, no worries. What's his name?”

  “Jeffrey Wall,” I said. “I think that's still his last name. For all I know, he's changed it so as to have nothing to do with me ever again.”

  “I doubt he'd do that,” Mark said. “You might have been a prick to him, but you're still his brother, underneath it all.”

  “But the media might have gone after him, given his name,” I pointed out.

  Mark rolled his eyes. “Do you not realize how many dudes in the world have the last name 'Wall?’” he asked. “It's not exactly a unique surname.” When I still hesitated, Mark shook his head. “Come on,” he said. “You're not the person that I thought you were; you haven't been the Christian Wall since you've been here in Hawaii, and not since you and Gretchen have started your fling. Just be that person, admit that you're wrong, and I'm sure your brother will forgive you in a heartbeat. He'd have to.”

  “Okay,” I finally said. “Figure out where he is, and take me there.”

  Two hours later, I found myself standing nervously outside my brother's hotel room door. I smoothed down the bottom of my shirt and bit my lower lip, trying to think of what I wanted to say. I had a pretty good script for it in my head. Something in me wished that I had notecards with me or something like that, but I knew he would tell me I was being insincere if I pulled a stunt like that.

  It wasn't that I was feeling at all insincere; I just wanted to script this, because otherwise, I was afraid-

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Jeff asked, coming up behind me.

  And yes, just like I'd expected, I found that all the words I'd meant to say had left my brain.

  On instinct, I pulled him into a rough hug, patting him on the back a few times. He was stiff against me, though. “I said, what the hell are you doing here?” he
snapped when I had finally released him.

  I ran a hand back through my hair, unable to meet his steely eyes. “I don't know,” I admitted, swallowing hard against a mouth suddenly gone dry. I thought hard about the conversation that Mark and I had had. I remembered how he had told me to be myself, not the guy who needed things to be scripted out before he could talk to the press. I knew what I needed to say. I took a deep breath and began.

  “I'm sorry,” I said. “I should have said that years ago, but I didn't think that you would listen. And now I know that whether you listen to me or not, whether you believe me or not, it's important for me to say it. I'm sorry. I know that I was a dick to you. I made my money, and even though you were the only person who ever really supported me before the business started to take off, I totally ditched you. I quit meeting up with you. I quit even answering your emails. And there was that whole…”

  I broke off, clearing my throat a little and looking guiltily off to the side. He knew exactly what I was referring to, without me delving into greater detail. “We have a lot of history,” I forged on. “And only some of that history has been good, but I remember when you were my best friend, Jeff. I'm not asking you to be that again, and I'm not even asking you to support me. I guess I'm asking you to believe that I'm sorry.”

  Jeff stared at me for a long moment, and then he began a sarcastic slow clap. “Wow, Chris,” he said, shaking his head. “Just, wow. I didn't think you had it in you. Tell me, which one of your PR guys wrote that one? The same one who wrote your resignation speech from Sunrise Real Estate?”

  “I haven't resigned,” I told him.

  “Oh, really?” Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “Let's see, sure, maybe you haven't technically resigned. There was just that whole apology thing, where you said you were going to go fuck around for a few months, which I assume is what you're doing here in Hawaii?”