Love Realized

by Melanie Codina

  Allie: You slut! How hot is hot? No wait, I don’t want description, I want a pic!

  Gillian: I can’t take his picture! We just exchanged names you freak =)

  Allie: Just give me his name and I will stalk him on Facebook later….

  Gillian: You scare me sometimes girl…I will give you his name so if something happens to me you have somewhere to start looking for my body…

  Allie: Now why the hell didn’t I think of that….gimme it!!

  Gillian: It’s Mike Lawson…I will text you later.

  Allie: You better call me slut =)

  Gillian: Slut!

  Allie: Very cute…call me later, I want details.

  Gillian: Love you too…xoxox

  Allie: xoxoxoxo

  She laughed and put her phone in her bag as Mike walked back over, coffees in hand, and that damn magnificent smile on his face. “Here you go. You didn’t change your mind did you?” he asked as he carefully placed her cup in her hand. Cradling the cup in her hand, she closed her eyes and took a tedious sip of the coffee—filling her mouth with the melting whip cream on top—it was her favorite sip.

  As she opened her eyes and looked up, she smiled at him and said, “Mmm … I’m sorry, did you say something? I was busy enjoying my yummy beverage.” He smiled back at her as he sat down in the chair next to her.

  “No, please, don’t let me interrupt you. I would have no problem watching you drink that whole cup in silence if that was how you were going to do it.”

  “Sorry to disappoint you. The first taste is the best, and the only one worthy of such attention.”

  “Guess I'm going to have to get that drink next time then.” She was still smiling at him like some fool, but she couldn’t help it, this was fun. Flirting and being flirted with was not something she was familiar with in her recent years. Well, of course there were times when there was some form of harmless flirting during the course of her marriage. But this time, there was intent behind it for her … and shockingly, it felt good. The anticipation of what could be, coupled with the fear of the unknown, was a heady feeling. She leaned back in her chair and got comfortable while still cradling her coffee in both hands.

  “So, Mike Lawson, what is it you would like to know? I want to make sure you get your money’s worth and all, and since I have to be on my way in about fifteen minutes, you might want to get to it.”

  “Well, what do you think I should know? I mean, if I were having dinner with a beautiful woman, like yourself,” he paused and gave her a wink before continuing, “Is it inappropriate to bring up Twilight and assume that she’s a fan?”

  Gillian once again smiled and laughed at his questions. “You would really bring up Twilight in a conversation with a woman while on a date with her? Wouldn’t you prefer to bring up a topic like work or your children? I believe it would be far more tolerable for you. You know, since you are a man and all.”

  He considered her question and responded, “True, I would prefer to talk about my children or my work because they are important to me. But I am currently sitting in a coffee shop, talking to a beautiful woman about Twilight. And I'm tolerating it just fine. In fact, I have a newfound respect for the franchise all because of you. Besides, how else would I get to know the woman I am dating if I don’t listen to her talk about something that she might be passionate about? So hit me with the need-to-know stuff.”

  Taking another sip of her coffee, she watched Mike talk over the top of her cup. She couldn’t even tell if he was intentionally flirting or if it was just honest comments. He could totally be working an angle, or he could be genuinely curious—she had no clue. This guy was good. Considering what to tell him, she realized that she didn’t want to talk about Twilight; she would rather talk about his kids or his work.

  “Well, as a woman, sitting in a coffee shop, with a handsome man,” she winked at him, copying what he did earlier. “I would prefer to talk about your children or your work rather than Twilight. I have girlfriends and a teenage daughter for that. So let’s conclude the Twilight lesson and say that it’s good to use to get the date, but maybe not while on the date.” Knowing full well that she just made it sound like she would go on a date with the man, she sat back and waited to see how he would proceed. Keeping his gaze on her, he waited a few moments before he replied.

  “So, Gillian, what you’re saying is that you will go on a date with me?” he asked with a triumphant smile, proving that he picked up exactly what she said.

  Wanting to have a little more fun with him, she said, “I'm sorry, Mike, but I don’t recall being asked out on a date.” She smirked back at him as she leaned over to get her phone out of her bag. If he just so happened to get a glimpse of her cleavage while she did, so be it. Allie would be so proud! Sitting back up, she glanced at the screen on her phone for the time.

  “That’s because I didn’t ask you out on a date, Gillian,” he replied. And that took the wind out of her sails. For a split second, she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, as she realized her maiden attempt at flirting backfired terribly. She was about to get up and thank him for the coffee when he said, “Yet.”

  Touché, Mike. Touché. And just like that, the anticipation of seeing where this would go built itself back up inside her belly. He looked down at his watch and said, “I believe my time with you is almost up. I, too, have somewhere to be, but I would really love to get to know you, Gillian. Could I take you out some time?”

  If she had her wits about her she would’ve messed with him some more and played hard to get, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to say yes and didn’t want to delay it. Even though she hadn’t realized she wanted to try and date. Besides, she didn’t have much time before she needed to get to the field, so she couldn’t string him along. Smiling at him once again, she said, “I would love to go out with you some time, Mike.”

  “Is it too late to ask if you are available tomorrow night?”

  She felt her confidence start to climb again. “Well I do believe that is a trick question,” she said as she slowly stood up and started to slip her jacket back on in preparation of leaving. “If I say yes to tomorrow, then you will know that I have no life and was going to be home on a Saturday night. But if I say no, that I'm not available, I will just be sitting home all alone wishing I had said yes.”

  If it was even possible, his smile got bigger when he said, “Well, when you think about it, since I asked if you wanted to go out with me, you clearly know that I didn’t have any plans for tomorrow night either. So I couldn’t judge you for that. And if you say that you are not available, then I, too, will be sitting at home all alone wishing you had said yes.”

  “Good point.”

  “So clearly you’re the only one who could put us both out of our misery. The only option is to say yes, and allow me to take you out tomorrow night.”

  “Clearly I am the one with the power here … decisions, decisions,” she jokingly said while pretending to consider it. She bent over and picked up her bag and slung it up onto her shoulder. “Well since we would both be miserable if I say no—I guess you’re right—I'm going to have to say yes.”

  “Glad to hear it, Gillian. How does six-thirty sound to you?”

  “Sounds like a date,” she said as she reached down into her bag and pulled out the first piece of paper she could find. She wrote her number and address on it, and handed it to him. “I look forward to it.”

  As she handed him the paper, he took her hand and gently pressed it against his lips. With a soft chaste kiss to her knuckles, he said, “Until tomorrow night, Gillian Baxter. Unless, of course, I get lucky enough to catch a glimpse of you before then.” Giving her one more beautiful smile, he turned and walked out of the coffee house.

  Feeling warm and tingly all over, coupled with a weak-kneed sensation, she dropped back down into the chair behind her to catch her breath. She clasped the hand that he kissed in her other hand and just enjoyed the sensation of firsts: her first time flirting with
a man other than her husband; her first cup of coffee with another man; her first kiss to the back of the hand? Oh who cares, I have a date tomorrow! She had to text Allie. But first, she had to get her butt to the high school before all the parking was gone.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The atmosphere at Hooley’s was always an inviting one. The dark wood was everywhere, from floor to ceiling. The high booths against the walls provided a perimeter, which allowed a person to sit back and enjoy the entertainment in the corner on weekend nights and whatever games might be on the screens above the bar, depending on what season it was. On the weekdays, the atmosphere was a bit tamer, but still a great hangout. They also had a restaurant for people to enjoy with their families during the day, when the craving for good fish ‘n’ chips should arise.

  This was where the guys from the station house loved to come to unwind. It was in a great location. Not only was there a movie theater next door for date nights, but the YMCA that was just built butted right up against the parking lot. There were adult softball leagues and indoor soccer leagues that a lot of his friends participated in, so Hooley’s was where they always seemed to end up. He had just sat down and ordered a beer when his partner Eddie came in and sat next to him. Signaling the bartender for one of what Jake was having, they both settled in to unwind from their day.

  “So, what’s going on with you?” Eddie asked as he finished taking his first sip of the cold beer in front of him.

  Jake thought it was an odd question, considering they had just spent an entire shift together. “Um, nothing much…” Jake replied with an amused tone as the bartender came to see if they wanted to order food. Never one to turn down an opportunity to get his hands on some hot wings, they placed a double order. Lifting his beer to his lips for another drink, he heard his friend and partner sigh next to him, and he looked over in time to see him shake his head side to side before looking at Jake.

  “No man, I wasn’t asking how your day was. I was asking you why you’ve been moping around with your head up your ass for weeks?” Pausing to take a sip of his drink before he continued, “I’ve worked with you a long time, Jake, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something is clearly bothering you. That being said, I'm gonna try my hardest to not sound like a chick when I say, you can talk to me if you need to man.” Eddie said this last part while giving a good manly pat to the back.

  “I'm sure two guys talking about their feelings is less girly when there is beer and hot wings involved. Maybe we should scratch our junk and burp a few times afterward for good measure,” Jake said, laughing at the inner visual he had of the scene.

  “Works for me man. Although it would be a lot more masculine if there were strippers on this bar, but I'm secure enough to know I'm all man. So let’s have it … what the hell has been going on with you?”

  Jake looked at his friend and weighed his options in regards to spilling his inner turmoil. It wasn’t really something he felt like he could discuss with the inner circle of friends that included Logan, Sean, and Jason. Specifically, because Gillian would be at the center of that discussion, and it might be awkward with all parties involved.

  Eddie knew Gillian and all, but Jake didn’t think it would be weird to discuss it with him. And damn would it be nice to get this off his chest. Taking a deep breath, he asked his friend, “You sure you want to hear me whine like a little bitch?” He smiled at the memory of Allie calling him that, which in turn reminded him of Gillian, which then reminded him of later that night and listening to her talk to Logan in the driveway. Every thought he had circled its way back to Gillian. Damn! He needed to talk about this with his friend or hire a therapist … quickly!

  When Eddie nodded at him, he decided he had no choice but to spill it all. “All right, you asked for it … you know my friend, Gillian?”

  Before he could continue, Eddie interrupted him, “Yeah, of course I know who Gillian is. She’s your friend you’ve been hung up on for years.” The shock at Eddie’s statement must have been crystal clear on Jake’s face because he continued, “Don’t look so shocked, man. I’ve seen the two of you together and the way you look at her. Especially since she left her husband. You think I don’t know the reason we have to stop at the Medical Center on a daily basis?”

  Seriously? Was he that transparent? Eddie continued, “What I don’t understand, though, is what your problem is? She’s single now.”

  Jake could answer that one. “Dude, we’ve been friends since junior year in high school. She was married to one of my best friends for seventeen years. Our families are connected and intertwined in such a way that it is almost impossible for them to come apart. My obsession with her is a little inappropriate, don’t you think?”

  Eddie laughed at Jake’s comment and was about to respond when the waiter showed up with their orders and placed a platter full of hot wings in between them. Eddie dug in and started eating, which only made Jake want to smack the chicken wing out of his hand and make him answer the question. He had been dying to talk to someone about this, and now that he had a listener, the guy thought it was more important to stuff his face? He was about three seconds away from actually doing it, and Eddie must have noticed, because he set the bone down and turned to face Jake.

  “Guess you’re waiting for an answer … No, I don’t think it’s inappropriate at all. Did you break up their marriage?” he asked.

  “Hell no!” flew out of his mouth with an irritated tone that was intended to clearly inform Eddie that he was not like that.

  “Calm down, dude. Seriously, I know you wouldn’t do that; I am only trying to make a point.” When Jake visibly calmed, Eddie proceeded, “How long have you had a thing for Gillian?” he asked, stuffing another chicken wing in his mouth, while waiting for Jake to answer.

  Resolved to spill it all, so he could get an honest opinion, Jake recalled the first time he saw her. “From the moment I saw her swinging a bat in PE our junior year.” Eddie looked at him and raised his eyebrows in question, so Jake continued, “I saw her first period—we had to pick teams, and she was on mine. She swung a bat like she could play, and I thought to myself how cool she was. I watched her all period and even talked to her a little bit at the end of class. At lunch, I pointed her out to my brother and Logan, which was the biggest mistake of my life. After school, I went to go find her and see if she needed a ride home from school or something, and I saw her getting into Logan’s car. He had beat me to her; I didn’t even get the chance to try.”

  He took a swallow of his beer in an attempt to wash out the nasty taste in his mouth he always seemed to acquire whenever he remembered or talked about that day. He had confronted Logan the next day, demanding to know why he did that. He gave him a shove into a locker, and was going for a second shove when his brother, Jason, jumped in and stopped him. Logan’s defense was that Jake never said he liked her; he only pointed her out to them and said she could really play softball. Which, unfortunately, was true. At that point, all the fight had left Jake, and he quietly decided that he would wait until Gillian dumped Logan, and then he could have a shot. Little did he know, that it would take eighteen years.

  “She was pregnant within six months, and then married to him a year after their son was born. She was happy with him, and I was sufficiently placed in the friend zone.”

  “And you’ve been pining away for her all these years?”

  “No, it’s not like that. More like carrying a torch for her? She seems to be the one I compare all women to. She’s one of my best friends, if not the best, and I have been fine with that over the years. But man, the night all the shit went down with her and Logan …” He shook his head at himself just remembering his inappropriate reaction. “I got to hold her. I mean really hold her. And she looked to me for support—she needed me. I don’t know what, but something just switched over in my head, and I haven’t been able to turn it off since.”

  Feeling the same disgust at himself for his uncontrollable reaction
to her that night, he picked up his beer and took a long drink to calm himself down before continuing, “She was literally breaking up with her husband, in her driveway, surrounded by friends and family, and I was standing their watching it happen with a freaking hard-on just listening to her.”

  “Dude, you got a hard-on listening to a chick yell at her husband?”

  Jake laughed a little at that. “No, it wasn’t that she was yelling, it was what she was saying. She was clearly trying to inflict pain on him, for sure. She was telling Logan to imagine her being naked with another man, to imagine another man touching her, being deep inside of her … I was imagining myself as that man.” He groaned as he propped his elbows on the bar and dropped his head into his hands.

  “And that makes you a bad guy in what way?” Jake looked up at Eddie, confused. “Man, of course you had that kind of reaction. Hell, I'm sure if I heard it coming from a woman, I would, too. It’s not like you walked up to her in the middle of the break up and said, ‘I can show you what that would look like, so you don’t have to imagine it.’ So give yourself a break.”

  He sat up straighter and asked his suddenly wise friend, “What the hell do I do about it?”

  Eddie shrugged as he finished another wing and licked his fingers while he looked like he was thinking about it. “She left her husband because he cheated on her?” Jake nodded. “You have provided emotional support for her since?” Jake nodded again. “Is she still crying about her husband? Is there a chance they are going to get back together?”

  “Last I saw her cry was two weeks ago. She was drinking a bit and feeling down on herself. I told her she was wrong and being hard on herself …” Jake trailed off as he remembered that night. How he had been so close to her, and once he had finally gotten her to smile, she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head so that his lips met hers.

  He shook his head to dispel the memory and continued, “No, there is no chance they’re getting back together. They have permanently separated and are living in different places. She made it pretty clear that there was no chance.”