Lessons from a One-Night Stand

by Rayne, Piper

  He pretends to be a boxer in the ring with Denver when he comes around his side. They’re twenty-three, but these two will never fucking grow up.

  I pull up and off to the side so the vehicles behind me can get past. Then I honk the horn as they test the tires on Liam’s 1970 Pontiac GTO. It’s his pride and joy and I swear he’d marry the damn thing if he could.

  Denver jogs back up to the Jeep and passes me the tire pressure stick.

  “Thanks,” I say and toss it back inside the glove compartment.

  His arms hang in the passenger window. “I was at the house earlier. Sedona’s boyfriend was there.”

  “Yeah.” I shrug.

  “You need to keep a better eye on her. Remember when I was seventeen?” He cringes.

  “They’re fine.”

  “Well, we don’t want Sedona to make headlines on Buzz Wheel like you do. I meant to ask you, how is the new principal?”

  Liam laughs, coming up beside him.

  “Both of you can fuck off.” I put up my middle finger, and Denver jumps back as if I’d run over his toes.

  I should be used to being at the center of the news in Lake Starlight. Being the oldest Bailey, I feel as though I’ve lived in the spotlight my entire life.

  Eight

  Holly

  “So, you’re stalking your dad?” my best friend, Dana, asks over the Bluetooth speakers in my SUV.

  “I’m not stalking him, just doing some recon.” I sip my iced coffee and settle in to watch the front doors of the building that houses his company’s offices.

  “You say that like it’s normal. Be the woman I know you are. Go in there and tell him you’re there and see what he says.” Dana chomps down on her dinner before she has to head back to the ER.

  “I can’t. I’m still adjusting to being here. One step at a time.”

  “And you still haven’t told Karen?”

  “No, my mom still thinks I’m in Oregon.” Guilt weighs heavily on me. My mom has been everything to me my entire life and I don’t enjoy lying to her, but it feels like what’s best at this point.

  “I’m oddly proud of you for taking this step,” Dana mumbles over whatever she’s eating.

  I sip my coffee. “Thanks?”

  “You always play it so safe. Remember in college when that guy dared you to streak at that party and you broke up with him?”

  “Why would he want his friends to see me naked? That’s just stupid.”

  “He was a twenty-one-year-old guy who wanted to see your tits. Plain and simple.”

  I chuckle. “And that’s why I’m not with him.”

  “Ever see your one-night stand guy again?”

  I still, even though she can’t see me. “Why do you ask?”

  “Don’t you live in Mayberry now? I’m guessing you ran into him at the one stoplight.” She laughs.

  “Lake Starlight isn’t that small.”

  “If you say so. I worry that if a polar bear attacks you, you won’t have proper medical care. The hospitals there probably don’t have trauma units. Have you checked that out?”

  I roll my eyes. “First of all, I’m not going to run into a bear, and I’m sure the medical care is fine.”

  “Whatever you say. Let’s get back to hot Jeep guy.”

  “Funny you should ask.”

  “Oooh, that sounds promising.”

  “He works at the school. He’s a teacher and the baseball coach.”

  Dana laughs, and I hear her hand slap on the lunch table. “No way!” More laughing and smacking. “I love it.”

  “Yeah, my life is a real comedy skit these days. Oh, and get this, they have this blog that reports the local gossip, so everyone knows about our tryst. I’m the laughingstock of this place.”

  “A blog? That doesn’t sound very Mayberry-like,” she murmurs.

  “Nope.” I sip my coffee again. Pretty soon I’ll have to use it as a pee cup, because I’m not leaving without catching a glimpse of my dad.

  “What’s the blog called?”

  “No way.”

  “Come on, can I comment on it?”

  “Absolutely not!”

  She laughs. “I’m due for some vacation time. Before you head back home, I’m coming to visit.”

  “Just so you know, you will stick out.”

  “Maybe I’ll find some hot guy with a Jeep to screw me in.”

  “Dana,” I sigh.

  As always, her response is to laugh.

  I spot someone in the lobby, walking toward the front door.

  “I think he’s coming.” My heart beats in my throat as I wait for the man, who is a stranger to me, to walk out the door.

  “Okay, I’m here for you. What does he look like? Does he have your auburn hair? Because your mom doesn’t. Come to think of it, you look nothing like your mom. Oh, what if you were adopted or Karen stole you? Shit, could you imagine if Karen wasn’t even your mom?”

  “You’re watching way too much of the Investigation Discovery channel.” I lean forward, anticipation clawing at my stomach.

  “True. But think about it, you and Karen are so opposite.”

  A man with auburn hair sprinkled with gray wearing a striped suit with a tie, and black wingtips emerges from the building.

  “I think it’s him,” I whisper, as if he could hear me.

  “Really?” Dana lets go of the whole Dateline story she formed in her head. “Does he look nice?”

  “I guess so. He’s not smiling or anything.”

  “How can he look nice if he’s not smiling?”

  “He looks content—oh, oh my.” I blink a few times in rapid succession.

  “What?” Dana asks. “I’ve got, like, two minutes left of my break. Hurry.”

  “It’s just… his car…” I squint to make sure I’m seeing it correctly.

  “What does he drive? Some expensive sports car because he’s a bachelor who doesn’t give a shit about his daughter? He probably spends all his money on toys.”

  “He paid child support,” I mumble, still concentrating. He climbs in while looking in my direction, so I slide down in my small SUV. “Shit, I think he saw me.”

  “Relax, you’re probably imagining it.”

  “Am I total idiot for doing this?” I ask, doubting myself not for the first time since putting this plan into action. “I mean, I left with almost tenure to fulfill some little girl’s dream of meeting her father. I lied to the woman who raised me and helped put me through college. I’m an idiot.”

  “No, you’re not. Who doesn’t want to know their parents? I told you, I’m proud of you.”

  A small smile pulls at my lips. I sit back up in my seat, staring at the back of his window. “He has kids. One girl and two boys. And a wife.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “He has those stickers on the back of his window. You know the stick figures?”

  “Lame. Great, your father is lame.” But her words don’t hold much conviction.

  “I guess I never thought about him having a family.” Especially when he was never a part of mine.

  “I’m sorry, Hol,” Dana says, and I hear a page coming through the intercom in the background. “I gotta go. There’s a code, but I’ll call you tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  “Just don’t freak out, okay?”

  “Sure. Go, Dana.”

  “Love you, chica.”

  “Love you.”

  The line dies and I stare at the building for a while longer. It’s a huge part of the life he’s built here. As is his loving wife and three adorable kids. Too bad he didn’t bother to include the little girl he left behind thirty years ago in his nice, shiny new life.

  Nine

  Austin

  I opt to run over to Holly’s rather than ride my bike even though having my bike outside her house would be way less obvious than my Jeep. Since she lives a block off Main Street, the chance of someone noticing my bike parked nearby is too high.

  I shake
my head at how ridiculous this is as I look both ways down the street before climbing the small set of stairs up to her front door. She opens it before I ring the doorbell, shooing me in and slamming the door.

  “Whoa,” I say.

  “I’m not taking any chances of being in that Buzz Wheel thing again.”

  As I remove my jacket, my gaze falls down her body. She’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt that reads Florida State. Her auburn hair is pulled back in a messy bun, the strands sticking out every which way.

  “Here.” Her hand is out for my jacket, a hanger ready.

  “You’re quick.” I pass it to her.

  She puts it on the hanger and hangs it up in the closet before closing the door. “Thanks for placing our dinner order. It came a few minutes ago. Nothing better than Chinese takeout.”

  I follow her into the kitchen, where she’s already put the containers out next to some plates and a line-up of a variety of different beverages. I wasn’t sure if we’d be eating on cardboard boxes or what since she’s only in town for a short time, but I’m guessing she’s in a furnished rental.

  “I didn’t know what you’d want to drink.”

  “I’m good with water. I have no idea how I’ll be able to run back home, but I wanted you to experience Wok For U. It’s the best Chinese food I’ve ever eaten. The Chang family immigrated here from China two generations ago, but it’s still in the family.” I ramble when I’m nervous and being in her environment definitely makes me nervous.

  “Can’t wait.” She opens a container of rice then shifts over and opens a drawer, from which she pulls some spoons and places them beside the containers. “Do you use chopsticks?” She holds up a pair.

  “I don’t. You?”

  Her cheeks turn pink. “A friend of mine from childhood… whenever I’d go over to her house, you had to use chopsticks if you had Chinese food, so I learned young. Now when I eat Asian food, it’s a must.”

  “Cool.” I shrug.

  “I’m not one of those people who wants to be cool…”

  I laugh.

  She presses her lips together for a second. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

  “Please, I went on about the linage of the Chang family.”

  We laugh together.

  “If you want me to teach you, I’m happy to try.”

  “I’m always up for trying new stuff.”

  She smiles and pulls another set out of the drawer, along with a fork. “Just in case.”

  “Thanks.” I accept both, our fingertips brushing as she passes them over.

  Our eyes catch for a moment before her gaze shifts away, and she suddenly seems really interested in opening the orange chicken and rice.

  I pile on heaping portions while she meticulously selects four pieces of chicken, a spoonful of rice, one strip of beef, and a floret of broccoli.

  “You can see more plate than food,” I say.

  She shrugs. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back for seconds.” She sets her plate on the table before weaving by me toward the drinks again, grabbing two waters, and placing one in front of where I guess I’m sitting. “I have the papers and test scores from half of Elijah’s teachers. I see Elijah tomorrow, although I talked with him a bit already after the fight in the courtyard.”

  “I thought I was getting a lesson on chopsticks.” I hold the two sticks in the air.

  She laughs. “Oh, right.” She picks up her own and it’s clear that she’s totally comfortable using them. “Hold them like this. One should stay steady, and you only move the top one up and down. See?”

  Her tips meet at the end, but when I try it, mine cross. “No, I guess I don’t see.”

  “Here.” Her chair slides out, and she leans over me, her thin fingers manipulating my large ones into position.

  Her hands are soft and smooth, her touch gentle but firm, her scent intoxicating. I can’t tell you exactly what she smells like because I’m not a perfumist or whatever they’re called, but whatever she wears, it suits her.

  Oh, and her tits feel phenomenal on my shoulder. What? Last time I checked, I still had a dick. These are things a guy notices.

  “Now you try.” Her voice in my ear pulls me from my thoughts that were headed down a pretty dirty path. “Try a big piece first.”

  I lower the chopsticks, my hands cramping from the muscles constricting so hard to keep the wooden sticks in place. Somehow, I manage to grab one, the sticks crossing on the top.

  “There you go,” she says.

  I slowly bring it to my lips, my mouth practically meeting it halfway to make sure it doesn’t fly off and hit her in the eye. As my mouth opens, the piece of chicken falls and drops in my lap. “Crap.”

  I drop the sticks to get the chicken, but Holly’s instinct has her reaching to pick it up. Right between my legs.

  She doesn’t realize the fact her hand is an inch away from dick until it’s already there. Instead of withdrawing, she stills, turns her head, and our eyes meet. Her lips are inches from mine. With her hair pulled up, the slender bend of her neck looks more appetizing than the food.

  “Got it,” she whispers, picking up the piece of chicken, her eyes still locked with mine.

  “Good,” I say.

  The tension is ripe between us and it’s a perfect time for a kiss. Does she want me to kiss her? Probably not. I mean, we’re colleagues now, not two strangers in a bar.

  She blinks and steps back, heading somewhere behind me. “So, have you always lived in Lake Starlight?”

  I hear the trash can lid open and close. “Yep. The Baileys go back generations. My family owns Bailey Timber Company. It was my great-great-grandpa’s and it’s been passed down ever since.” I attempt the whole chopstick thing again, grains of rice sliding off.

  Damn it. Who knew two little pieces of wood could be so fucking irritating?

  “Feel free to use your fork.” She smiles, sitting next to me.

  I guess we’re forgetting that almost-kiss a moment ago. I take her cue and decide to roll with it. “Thanks.” I drop the chopsticks and pick up my fork, stabbing a piece of chicken with it.

  “You didn’t want to work for the company?”

  “No. My sister Savannah was best suited for that. She’s got the cutthroat personality for business.” My stomach thanks me as I refuel. No one does Chinese food like Wok For U. I’ll miss this place when I move away.

  “And you’re more of a teacher?” She uses her chopsticks with ease, as if she was born knowing.

  “No, teacher by default. I used to see myself as a baseball player, but now I’m satisfied with being a coach.”

  “Oh, well, you’re a great teacher. I mean, it seems like the kids respect you.” She takes a piece of chicken between her chopsticks and brings it to her mouth.

  “They respect me because they see me as their older brother. Most of them I’ve known my entire life. I’m not sure I’m good at it though.” I lean back and sip my water.

  “Elijah loves you.”

  “Elijah loves me because I understand him. Hell, I was him once upon a time. Minus the whole asshat of a best friend and the steady girlfriend.”

  She smiles over her mouthful of food. When she finishes chewing, she asks, “Not really the steady girlfriend type of guy?”

  I side-eye her.

  She giggles and holds up her hands. “Am I stepping over the line?”

  “No.” I smile back. This is easy. She’s easy to be around now that we’ve gotten past the awkwardness of our second meeting. “My mind was only on baseball in high school. Everything I did was to get to the next level. High school to college, college to the minors… and so forth.”

  It all feels like another life now.

  “What happened?”

  I concentrate on my plate. Does she really not know? I’m used to everyone knowing the tragic story of what brought me back here and away from the future I’d worked so hard for. She’s new, but I thought Fay or someone else would’ve filled he
r in considering gossip seems to fuel this town.

  “Life happened, I suppose.” I shrug, trying to play it off.

  I could tell her the truth, but I’m not ready for her to look at me differently. Returning home and taking responsibility for my family paints me as a saint to most. I’m not a saint. I’m a guy who stepped up to the plate for the people he loves most. Anyone else would’ve done the same.

  “Oh.” Her gaze drops to her plate.

  “What about you? Why is a Yale graduate’s dream to be a principal at Lake Starlight High?”

  She rises from her chair and walks over to her small kitchen island. I swivel in my seat to follow her. She’s dodging the question, just like I just did. I should let it go. She did mine.

  “You don’t have to explain,” I say.

  “I needed to find a piece of myself.”

  “Bad breakup?” I ask, because isn’t that the only reason someone moves as far as they can from home?

  She sits back down with another plate full of five pieces of chicken and broccoli. “Not really. I mean there was a breakup, but it wasn’t super serious, like an engagement or anything.”

  She clears her throat, and that’s when I realize I’m staring at her like an idiot, wondering why the mention of some guy from her past irks me so much.

  “You mean some guy isn’t gonna come up here on a red-eye trying to win you back?”

  She narrows her eyes.

  “Sorry, just figured a guy would be crazy to…” Where the hell did that come from? I don’t say cheesy shit like that.

  “Nice line.” She puts a piece of orange chicken in her mouth.

  We eat in uncomfortable silence before I can’t take it anymore.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, wishing I’d kept my mouth shut.

  “Did you mean it as a genuine compliment or are you trying to get me upstairs by the end of the night?” Her eyes sparkle so I know she’s testing me. Our banter was what led us to the backseat of my Jeep the night we met.

  “Strictly as a compliment. Not that trying out a bed wouldn’t be a nice change of pace for us.”

  She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Not going to happen again.” She slides out of her chair and heads to the sink with her dish.