by Marie Force
"Where'd you go last night?" Parker asked.
"I was totally smashed, so I took a little walk, got disoriented in the dark, and by the time I got back here you guys were all in bed. I didn't want to bother Caroline, so I crashed on the sofa." He had rehearsed it in his mind so many times the night before he almost believed it himself. Spot on delivery, if I do say so myself. Of course he couldn't add that he would've slept on a bed of nails before he got into a bed with Caroline.
"You didn't seem smashed," Parker said with a suspicious lift of an eyebrow.
"Snuck up on me all of a sudden after that last glass of champagne," Smitty said, counting on his well-known reputation as a lightweight to sell his story.
"Oh, well, okay," Chip said. "Want some aspirin?"
"I'd love some. Ten or twelve should do it."
"Three is more than enough," Chip said as he went inside to get the pills. Elise trailed behind him.
"I'll make breakfast," Parker offered.
He went inside, leaving Smitty alone with Ted and Caroline. Fabulous!
"I'm going to take a shower and help Parker," Ted said, beating a hasty retreat.
Smitty closed his eyes as he rested his head against the rocker, which moved gently back and forth.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Caroline asked.
"Couldn't be better—other than the headache, that is."
Chip returned with the aspirin and a glass of water.
"Thanks." Smitty got up from the rocker. "I'm going to take a shower and crash for a bit until the aspirin kicks in."
After he went inside, Chip turned to Caroline. "Is he okay?"
"Seems to be."
Chip shrugged and went in to help Parker with breakfast.
Chapter 17
Smitty slept for more than an hour. He woke up when Caroline crept in to get her bathing suit. From the other room, he could hear talk about going to the pool until it was time to leave for the ferry.
Now that some of the initial shock had worn off, the anger began to set in. He couldn't remember being this pissed since the last time he saw his mother.
He watched Caroline come out of the bathroom in her bikini and tried to remember what he had once seen in her. Whatever it was, it was gone now. Even her sexy body, which had dominated his thoughts for weeks, was no longer a turn on.
Smitty steamed as he recalled making love to her—at least that's what it had been to him. She'd been so responsive. Had that been just an act? I'll probably never know for sure. He realized they hadn't made love since she met Ted. That thought did nothing to soothe his aching heart.
After she left the room, Smitty turned onto his side and hugged a pillow to his chest. Over the music they had on, he could hear his friends laughing and talking by the pool. Ted's family was out there, too.
Why am I hiding in here? I didn't do anything wrong.
An inspired thought occurred to him, and he sat up with a burst of energy. I've got a few more hours with them both before we go our separate ways. Maybe it's time to make them squirm a little. A big smile spread across his face. Oh, yes. Let's get busy.
* * *
Ted was swimming laps in the pool when Smitty came out wearing his bathing suit and an unbuttoned shirt. A fat cigar dangled between his fingers.
"Looks like you're feeling better," Chip said.
"I'm back and better than ever before." Smitty bent down to lay a long, wet kiss on Caroline. "Sorry to desert you all day, sweetheart."
Ted burned as he watched Caroline brush her hand over her mouth.
"That's okay," she said, clearly flustered.
Smitty lit the cigar and sat on the end of her lounge chair. "Did everyone have a good time last night?" he asked as he massaged the bottom of her good foot with his thumb.
Caroline's eyes were almost frantic when she subtly sought out Ted in the pool.
"It was a great party," Mitzi said. "Everything was just as we hoped it would be."
"Having all of you here made it perfect," Lillian added.
Ted noticed his grandmother watching as Smitty's hand caressed Caroline's leg. Pushing himself up and out of the pool, Ted sat on the deck with his back to the happy couple.
"How about one last round of margaritas before you all have to go?" Mitzi asked, sliding on her sandals.
"I'll help you, Mom," Ted said.
"That's all right, darling. Come over for a drink when you're ready to go."
"So did you miss me in that big bed last night, sweetheart?" Smitty asked, reclining back against Caroline.
"Cut it out, Smitty. Don't be crass."
"I'm sorry." He kissed her hand and leaned in to capture her lips.
"You'd think they were the ones who got engaged last night," Chip joked.
Elise giggled. "They're next."
Ted felt like an elephant was standing on his chest as he struggled to take a deep breath.
"You might be right, Elise." Smitty kissed each of Caroline's fingers. "I said I'd never get married again, but that was before I met the lovely Caroline."
She tugged her hand free, nudged Smitty off her chest, and got up. "I'm going to pack."
Smitty jumped up. "I'll help you," he said with a wink at Elise.
"I don't need any help," Caroline said.
"Oh, sweetheart, I insist." He slung his arm around her shoulders and escorted her from the pool area.
Ted watched them go, filled with helpless, jealous despair. He glanced over at his grandmother and saw the despair on her face as well.
* * *
Caroline stormed through their bedroom tossing clothes into her duffel bag. She was moving around much better on her walking cast and had all but abandoned the crutches. "What was that all about?" she asked Smitty.
He reclined on the bed to watch her pack. "What was what all about?"
"You may as well have lifted your leg and peed on me to mark your territory."
"Now why in the world would I have to do that in this crowd?" he asked, full of innocence. "I was happy to see my best girl. What's wrong with that?"
She stopped what she was doing to look at him. "Nothing's wrong with it. I just don't go for all that PDA. You know that."
"We were among friends."
"That's not the point."
"What is the point?"
She held his eyes for a long moment during which he could tell that she was debating something. "Never mind."
He reached for her hand and pulled her down next to him on the bed. "Tell me."
"There's nothing to tell."
When exactly do you plan to tell me you've got a thing for my best friend? But instead of asking that burning question, he said, "All right then, kiss me." He moved quickly to wedge himself between her legs and kissed her hard and fast. His tongue took deep possession of her mouth while his hand slid under her skimpy bikini to cup her bottom.
He wanted to swear when his penis reacted to the feel of her pressed against him. Traitor!
She pushed at his chest in protest, but he ignored her as he thrust his tongue even deeper and sank two fingers into her.
"Stop it!" she cried as she twisted away from his kiss and the invading fingers. "Stop!"
"Why?" He dropped kisses on her neck as he unclipped the front clasp of her bikini top. When it fell away, he rolled his tongue over her nipple. "I want you, Caroline. Let me make love to you." He tugged on the tiny scrap of fabric that still covered her.
"Smitty, please," she begged, now on the verge of tears. "Stop. I don't want this."
Realizing he was about to force himself on a woman for the first time in his life, he released her abruptly. "What do you want, Caroline?"
She got up, and with shaking hands she reattached her top. "Not this," she whispered as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
* * *
Caroline slid down the back of the bathroom door and dissolved into tears. This is a nightmare, she thought as she was choked with sobs. I need you, Ted. Come get m
e, and take me away from here.
* * *
Smitty lay on the rumbled bed, fighting to catch his breath and control his emotions. He had never done anything like that to a woman before, let alone to one he had thought he loved only yesterday. Well, I guess this proves you're not all that different from your old lady after all. At least she'd approve of using sex as a weapon.
* * *
Ted came into the house and stopped to contemplate the closed door to the master bedroom. When he thought he heard Caroline cry out in distress, it took everything he had not to storm in there to get her. Son of a bitch!
* * *
Parker walked out of the kitchen with a beer to find Ted staring at Smitty's bedroom door with fire in his eyes.
What the fuck?
"Duff?"
Ted looked up at him with unseeing eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought I heard someone crying."
"She looked pissed at the pool," Parker said, nodding at the closed door.
"Yeah." Ted's jaw clenched and a tick of tension fluttered in his cheek. "I'm going to pack."
"Okay." Parker took a long swig from his beer as he watched his friend take the stairs two at a time.
What the fuck?
* * *
"Chip," Elise whispered with a giggle, tearing herself away from him. "Save it until we get home. We have to pack."
He grabbed her waist with both hands and hauled her back to him. "That's hours and hours from now. I can't wait that long."
She pushed her backside against his erection in a pretend attempt to escape from him. "You just had some this morning."
He groaned from the feel of her pressed against him. "That was hours and hours ago." Cupping her breasts from behind, he teased her nipples. "Come on. Just a quickie."
"What's with you today?" she asked with amusement as she turned to face him.
"Being engaged makes me horny."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laughed. "What's going to happen when we're married?"
He backed her up to the bed and tumbled down on top of her. "I think it might get worse."
She trembled with desire. "Oh, boy."
Chapter 18
With the notable exception of the still-euphoric Chip and Elise, a quiet group left the Duffy's home to catch the three thirty ferry leaving Block Island that Sunday afternoon. Other than a gracious goodbye and thank you to Ted's parents and grandparents, Caroline hadn't said a word to any of them before they left the house. This time she squeezed into the front seat with Elise rather than sit on Smitty's lap.
The tearful goodbye with his mother and grandmother had left Ted feeling sad. He didn't get to spend as much time with them as he would like to these days, but they would be back in Boston after Labor Day. I need to make a point of seeing Grandy and Grampa at least once a week from now on. They're not going to live forever.
He glanced over at Smitty who stared intently out the window on his side of the car. He and Caroline must've had a fight. Good timing in light of what she's going to tell him when they get home. By the time this day is over, she'll be free, but he'll be heartbroken.
Smitty's behavior at the pool had rattled Ted—not just because he had wanted to scream at the sight of another man's hands on the woman he now thought of as his. No, it was more than that. Smitty's demonstration had given Ted the chance to see for himself how deep Smitty's feelings for her were.
The thought of his friend being hurt bothered Ted, but not quite as much as the thought of her being in bed with Smitty had bothered him. He was dying to know what had transpired between them when they returned to the house from the pool, but he would have to wait to find out until she called him later.
On the ferry ride back to the mainland, Chip and Elise stood by the rail whispering and giggling. Caroline pretended to be engrossed in a book, Smitty went downstairs to the bar, Parker tipped his head back and went to sleep, and Ted took advantage of the opportunity to gaze at Caroline when no one was paying attention to him.
Ten minutes before the ferry landed, an announcement called the car owners down to the freight dock. The New York contingent stood up and gathered their belongings. With quick hugs for Ted and Parker and murmurs of "good time," "thanks for having us," and "see you next weekend," they were gone.
Four hours back to the city and an hour to talk to Smitty. Ted checked his watch. I should hear from her by nine thirty, ten at the latest. Five hours.
* * *
Smitty offered to drive, which is how Caroline ended up in the passenger seat listening to Chip and Elise whisper and kiss in the back seat. This is going to be a long four hours. Smitty had ignored her since the incident in the bedroom, which was fine with her. As she glanced over at him to find his face expressionless and his eyes fixed on the road, she couldn't believe what had happened earlier. He had been like someone she had never met before and bore no resemblance to the generous, thoughtful man she had come to know. She couldn't imagine what had gotten into him.
She rehearsed what she needed to say to him. It's been a lot of fun. I'm so glad I met you, but this isn't working out. I hope we can still be friends. Her stomach fluttered with nerves as she imagined his reaction to hearing that. And then she thought of Ted, and the knowledge they would be together again in two weeks was enough to sustain her through whatever might happen with Smitty.
That's what I need to do. I need to focus on Ted and my feelings for him. That will get me through this. He'll be there for me when it's done. I wish I were with him right now.
With a deep sigh, she eased her head back against the headrest and drifted off to sleep to pass the endless time in the car.
* * *
The ride back to Boston was marked by quiet, as well. Ted's mind raced as he relived the events of the weekend. He was filled with anxiety as he thought about Caroline breaking up with Smitty. Ted wanted that part done for everyone's sake.
"What's going on, Duff?" Parker asked about thirty minutes after they left Point Judith.
"Nothing. Why?"
"I've known you a long time, man. Something's up."
"I could say the same thing to you. Smitty asked me yesterday if I know anything about a girl you're interested in. Something you said to him the other night has him wondering what's going on with you."
"How'd this get turned around on me? We were talking about you."
"Well, now we're talking about you."
"There's not much to tell. I'm interested in someone, but I don't really want to get into it just yet."
"Who is she?" Ted asked, relieved to have something else to think about besides his own situation.
"Someone I met through work."
"Does she like you, too?"
Parker shrugged. "I have no idea."
"Well, when are you going to find out?"
"In four days."
"What's in four days?"
"The one-year anniversary of her divorce."
"She's a client?"
"Ex-client."
"Tell me," Ted urged.
Parker glanced over at him and appeared to be debating whether he should say more. "I'm afraid to jinx myself."
"Well, cross your fingers or something. But you have to tell me."
Parker laughed. "What kind of stupid superstition is that?"
"Old Irish folklore."
Parker raised a hand, crossed his fingers, and told Ted about Gina.
When he was done, Ted took his eyes off the road long enough to stare at his friend. "You've been in love with this woman for two years, and you've never said anything to us?"
Parker shrugged. "There was no point in talking about it when there was nothing I could do about it. Her divorce was ugly—as bad as it gets. She needed time to get her life back on track before she could think about being with someone else."
"But you've dated other people in the last two years."
"Just to kill time. I didn't sleep with any of them."
"
You're kidding me."
"Nope."
"Holy shit, you've got it bad! If I were you I wouldn't wait one more day to contact her."
"I've waited this long. Four more days won't matter."
"Parker, come on! This isn't the nineteenth century. Chivalry only goes so far. What if you've already waited too long?"
"Believe me, I've had a lot of sleepless nights over that very possibility, but something tells me that giving her the full year was the right thing to do. I'm in the home stretch now anyway."
Ted sighed. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"I have no idea what I'm doing. I just know what I feel when she's in the room, and it's something I want to feel every day for the rest of my life."
Ted knew exactly what Parker meant.
"It's like Chip said the other night, we all want what your parents and grandparents have had. Is that too much to ask for?"
"No," Ted said. "No one should settle for anything less than everything."
"Exactly. Now, are you going to tell me what's going on with you?"
Oh, how I wish I could. I'd love nothing more than to unload on you, but I won't put you in that position, Parker. "For the first time, I'm dreading going to work tomorrow," Ted said, voicing a thought that had been on his mind lately.
"Why?"
"Up until recently, I've been able to deal with all the highs and lows, but the lows have been hitting harder and lasting longer than they used to. I'm starting to wonder if I might be burned out or something."
"I'm surprised it's taken this long."
"Sometimes it's hard to have perspective when you're in the midst of it," Ted continued. "My boss is sending me to a conference on grief and loss for physicians in a couple of weeks at Sloan Kettering. You know you're in trouble when you think you could actually benefit from that bullshit."
"Well, at least you can get away for a couple of days and have some fun while you're in New York."
"Yeah."
"Listen, Duff. Just because your father and grandfather stuck with pediatric oncology for their entire careers doesn't mean you have to. I know you worry about letting them down, but this your life. You have to do what's best for you."