Let's Make This Thing Happen

by PJ Adams

  “I love you.”

  “I never questioned that part.”

  Why was it that she was always attracted to these flawed, dangerous charmers? Now she could see it so clearly: just as Thom was a damaged man of many fragmented facets, so too was Ray.

  Ray had made that transition for her, from teen crush to something very different. No longer the rock god, he was a flawed man, capable of brilliance and charm, but still fragmented and broken. He knew that: he’d said as much when he’d told her he was learning this whole thing from day to day. Trying to keep it together.

  She looked now at Thom and smiled. Ironic that while Thom had succeeded in making her see his own positives, seeing him as the complete man he was, in doing so he had refined her understanding of Ray, too.

  She took his list and stood. “Thanks for the list, Thom”, she said. “That’s really useful.”

  Then she leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, and in that moment they both really knew that it was over.

  “Are you going to be okay?” he asked, as she straightened.

  She nodded. “I am. You?”

  He shrugged. “I’ll get there.”

  And then she turned and walked out of his life.

  10

  She recalled her own advice to Ray, when they’d had that brainstorming session about how he was being pulled in every different direction as he built up to relaunching his career.

  Why are you doing this? Who are you doing it for?

  He wasn’t doing it for the record company executives, or all the people around him. He wasn’t even doing it for the fans. He was doing it for him.

  When he realized that it shaped everything. The whole relaunch became a stripped back thing, even the music pared back down to the raw energy and spark that had inspired him to do it in the first place.

  This was her life.

  Why are you doing this? Who are you doing it for?

  She’d had enough of running around, chasing shadows. Of caring about what everyone else wanted and expected. She needed to do what was right for her.

  Before, she’d been afraid of ultimatums and making demands, but sometimes that’s exactly what you need: a clear question, and a clean answer.

  Stripped back.

  Pared down.

  This is it.

  §

  Are you home?

  He’d said he only had a few loose ends to tidy up and then he would fly back. He should be home by now, but she hadn’t heard anything.

  Had he taken her departure as a closing scene, or was he simply trying to be discreet and give her some space?

  I am xx

  §

  He met her at the front door. He’d been watching out for her, and when her cab pulled up he was there, in the doorway of his north London house.

  He looked different, but she couldn’t work out why at first.

  He stood there in blue jeans, white t-shirt, arms folded protectively across his chest.

  That was it: protective. Defensive. Scared.

  She liked that in a man, that he was capable of understanding just when to be really scared. Knowing when it really was make or break, when there was so much at stake.

  She stood one step down from him, and yet still she felt as if she was the one in the dominant position.

  “You’re just a man,” she said.

  He waited for her to go on, but instead she climbed the last step, and moved past him into the house. She pushed the door and went into the front room. The walls were painted white, the furniture black; an upright piano in scuffed, dark wood stood by the window. That old chestnut acoustic guitar still leaned against the far wall.

  “I never claimed to be anything else,” he said, coming in to stand by the piano.

  “You’re not a rock star. You’re not the delicious eye candy from all those posters I had.” He looked mock-hurt at that. “You’re not who the press say you are. You’re just a man. Full of complications and flaws and contradictions. I always thought I understood that, but, well... I think it’s only now that I really get it.”

  “I’ve been trying to make you understand this all along. I try to be a good man, but I know I find it very easy to be a complete jerk. I desperately want to be the man worthy of you.”

  His eyes transfixed her.

  “I’m not the only one who wears a mask,” he said. “Or who has masks applied to them by others. We all do. Different masks for different situations. I see who you are, Emily. I saw through all those layers and masks right from the moment I saw you in the crowd at the Roxette. I see who you are and I love you, and all I want is for you to do that for me.”

  That moment... in the crowd. The eye contact.

  “The song... was that just a line you spun me? You’d already written the song: it didn’t come to you then.”

  He shook his head. “It wasn’t a line I was spinning,” he said. “All I told you... the song coming in a flash, knowing that it meant something special... all that was true, just in a different order. Sometimes reality just doesn’t write the story the way it should. Yes, I’d already written that song, but I didn’t understand it. When I saw you, I knew. It was your song. Our song. It all made sense then. Everything did.”

  They each took a step, another, and now they stood, toes almost touching, bodies almost touching, hands hanging at their sides, as if neither had ever touched or held another person.

  “Like I say...” His voice was husky, faltering. “I want to be worthy of you, but I can be a jerk. I’ve been a jerk. But it’s only because it matters so much. I’m scared, Emily. I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t know how to trust people. I don’t know how to be loved. It’s new ground for me, it really is.”

  She reached up, put a finger to his lips to silence him. Turned her hand so that she could cup his chin, gently draw him in, down, until his lips were against hers.

  Some time later she pulled slightly away and looked up into his eyes.

  “I love you, Ray Sandler,” she said.

  She’d never felt like this either. Never really known how to trust or how to be loved.

  Not properly.

  Not like this.

  Epilogue

  It was a few days later, the Sunday, when Róisín came.

  Emily and Ray were out in the park behind his London home. They’d spread a picnic blanket, brought a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, and settled in for the afternoon.

  Emily was sitting, Ray lying, his head in her lap. It was a strange and simple pleasure to be able to do something like this, but this pocket of the city was somehow different, the park almost a private garden where the press would finally leave them alone.

  Ray sat up, twisted and kissed her, then stood. “Just heading inside for a minute,” he said, and strolled over to the doorway through to his back yard.

  Emily settled back onto her elbows and closed her eyes, soaking in the warmth of the sun.

  A shadow fell over her and at first Emily thought it was a cloud, but the sky had been blue. She opened her eyes and Róisín stood there, tall, angular, hands on hips as she looked down at her.

  For an instant, Emily panicked, remembering Ray joking that Róisín was becoming a stalker.

  Emily’s eyes darted around. There was no one nearby. The nearest people were a young family across on the other side of the grass, the father playing football with small boy and girl; a dog-walker heading away along the path that angled across the park. Pigeons and starlings scuffing in the dirt.

  She remembered that slightly manic interview where Róisín had claimed to be back with Ray.

  There was something Ray had said: Don’t worry about Róisín... She likes the mischief, but she’s not dangerous. If he had felt the need to say she was not dangerous then did that mean there was the possibility that she might be?

  Then she saw the look on Róisín’s face.

  It was the same expression that had stolen over Thom’s features that evening. The realization. The accep
tance.

  “I was wrong, wasn’t I?” said Róisín.

  Emily nodded.

  “He won’t always come back to me.” There was a melancholy beauty to those Dublin tones, now. “This is different. Mo said that to me. Rake did, too, after he’d met you. He tried. Rake did. Stupid. I thought Ray would come back if his old friends could remind him about all the good times...”

  The good times: the drink and the drugs. The old days.

  “But I was wrong. I just thought you should know that.” And then she turned to walk away. After a few paces, she paused and looked back. “Don’t break him like I did,” she said. “You hear? I’ll have your ass if you do. You take good care of him.”

  And then she really did walk away.

  §

  Ray emerged seconds later.

  He looked down at Emily, saw something in her expression and his eyes narrowed. Then he followed Emily’s gaze to the tall, skinny figure now in the distance and just about to leave the park.

  “Is that...?”

  He looked back at Emily.

  “Is everything okay?”

  She nodded, then smiled. “It is,” she said. “I really think that it is.”

  Afters

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  About the author

  Writing under other names, PJ Adams is a successful novelist, with several novels published by major publishing houses and optioned for movies. As PJ Adams, she writes in the genre closest to her heart, erotic romance – love stories with that added heat, including the international bestsellers Black Widow, Winner Takes All and The Object of His Desire. Working as Polly J Adams, she writes best-selling erotica, relationship stories crammed full of explicit sex. Among Polly's most popular stories are the Girls’ Club series, and Wings of Desire, the story of a young woman's relationship with the wealthy owner of a New England sex club.

  You can find out more about Polly and her writing on her website, on http://www.facebook.com/pollyjadamswriter and on Twitter as @PollyJAdams.

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