by Lane Hayes
I chuckled heartily and then shrugged. “You may be right, but he loves me anyway. Let’s go. He’s waiting and—”
“Hang on.” Dean grabbed my elbow before I could move on and then got in my face. So close I smelled the coffee on his breath. “Did you know about us? Did he tell you we spent every minute of every day together? Did he tell you I was his first?”
That stopped me. But only for a moment. His aim was to hurt me, but honestly, he just sounded pathetic.
I rolled my eyes and shook his arm off. “Get over yourself, Dean. No one gives a crap about your teenage sexcapades.”
I laced every word with disdain and shot a world-class parting sneer at him before heading toward the boat. Fuck that asshole. I should have felt somewhat vindicated to know I’d been right about him, but it no longer seemed important. And tattling to Zane before a day-long trip at sea wouldn’t help anything. In fact, it might screw things up. Like it or not, Zane needed Dean’s help to get La Bella to San Francisco. I was close to worthless here. I’d come to stake some lame-ass claim in a show of teenage angst that rivaled Dean’s display. It was time to end this.
The best way to do so was to extricate myself from the situation. I just had to get my phone back from Zane, call for a ride, and get my ass to work. I’d have a regular Monday and Zane would have his sea-faring version of the same. At the end of the day, after Carrigan’s new boat was delivered, we’d meet at home and move on with our lives. And yes…I’d tattle to my heart’s content.
I spotted Zane behind the wheel as I neared the boat. He looked so damn handsome. I actually couldn’t see his face from where I stood, but his regal carriage and the proud set of his jaw told anyone paying attention that this guy was in command. However, he didn’t need me to make gooey eyes at him all day to know I was crazy about him. I opened my mouth to call his name, but an abrupt hand on my shoulder stopped me.
“Let’s get something straight before you get onboard, princess. I’m in charge and I’m gonna need you to stay the fuck out the way. I don’t want to hear any crying or complaining or—”
“Back off,” I hissed. “You’re not in charge, Zane is. I’m not sure why you’ve got your panties in a twist but you need to get something straight.…He’s mine. Not yours.”
“If that’s what you think…” Dean shrugged in a defiant act of nonchalance. I chided myself not to rise to his bait. The guy was seriously delusional and possibly even unhinged.
“That’s what I know. I’m not interested in your glory days, which may or may not have included Zane. It was a long time a—”
“It wasn’t that long ago. Not that long ago at all,” he singsonged then gave me a cocky look complete with a shit-eating grin that begged me to ask a host of probing questions beginning with, “When was the last time you had sex with my fiancé?”
“Let’s do this! What are you two waiting for?” Zane called, waving his arms over his head.
Dean and I held eye contact for a moment longer. Then I gave him my best dirty look before heading for the boat. I wished I was quick with snappy comeback lines. I would have given anything to wipe that smug look off his regretfully handsome face. But I knew my limitations now. I was under-caffeinated for this type of confrontation and ultimately, he didn’t matter. Only Zane did.
“Hey, I changed my mind. I’m gonna call for a ride to my office. I have a lot to do and—”
Zane set aside the chart he was studying and lifted his sunglasses to give me a searching look. “Seriously? After all this, you want to go home? What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” I lied.
“Are you afraid? There’s nothing to worry about, you know. I’ve made this trip so many times I could do it my sleep. The wind might be—”
“That’s not it.”
He cocked his head and then averted his gaze to something directly behind me then back again. “Please don’t tell me this is about Dean.”
I let out an annoyed sigh and I shook my head. When Zane narrowed his eyes, wordlessly demanding I tell the truth, I folded like a house of cards. “Fine. Maybe it is, but not for the reasons you might think.”
“I don’t have time for this, Eric,” he said sharply. “We aren’t dissecting our feelings or wading through any false bullshit. We’re working now. Go put your things downstairs and then get back up here to help with the lines.”
“No, listen. I don’t want to go into it now either. We can talk at home. But I’m not leaving because I’m jealous. I swear.” I kept my voice low but earnest so he’d know I was perfectly sincere.
“Then prove it.”
“Huh?”
“Stay with me.”
Zane’s expression went suddenly intense, giving me the distinct impression my acquiescence was important. If Dean wasn’t within earshot and time wasn’t of the essence, I might have argued. And I would have won. However, my masterful oratorical persuasion was a moot point here. If Zane wanted me to go, I’d go. Period.
“Okay,” I replied.
He smiled and pressed a quick kiss on my forehead then swatted my ass. “Good. Don’t worry about a thing. It’ll be awesome.”
Awesome was a relative term. Something could be awesomely fantastic or awesomely terrible. And yeah…that day was definitely in the latter category. In fact, I could safely say my first, and hopefully last, sailing expedition from Half Moon Bay to San Francisco was a fucking disaster. I had a feeling it might suck. Nothing about spending the day with my fiancé’s ex-lover who’d just confirmed he wanted back in his pants was appealing. Add a ferocious case of seasickness and this simple expedition had the makings of a perfect storm…for a party of one.
It started out okay. The skies were a gunmetal gray with light winds blowing from a northeasterly direction. I only knew that because I’d overheard Zane telling Dean to adjust the mast and…blah, blah, blah. For as often as I’d been sailing on the Bay with Zane, I was overwhelmed by the sheer scope of an ocean voyage. Everything was supersized on the Pacific. The wind was stronger, the waves were bigger, and the glare from the endless expanse of gray was as bright as a sunny day on land.
Zane was in his element. Watching him maneuver the forty-five-foot sailboat out of the harbor and into open water was a thing of beauty. I helped pull the ropes to secure the sails when asked. There was an urgency about the menial chores I was given that made them seem significant so I did my best to stay alert, but my gaze frequently wandered to Zane’s broad shoulders, sure hands, and sexy ass in those khakis. And when he steered La Bella through a choppy stretch leaning heavily to port side then righted her and gave a whoop of glee, my heart jumped in my chest. He was so damn beautiful.
I ignored my stomach’s acrobatic flip as I leaned heavily against the edge of the table and grinned at him.
“How do you know when to release the tension in the sail and let go?” I asked.
Zane kept his eyes on the ocean when he answered. “You’ve got to read the wind and the waves. They work in tandem out here. Ideally anyway. Some days, it’s all over the fucking place,” he said with a laugh. “Just like in real life. But I’ve learned that if you pay attention, the ocean will tell you what to do.”
“How so?”
“One way is to watch the peaks in the waves. Look for the intervals and time them. Sailing is like surfing…just with a boat instead of a board. Number one rule in racing that I think applies everywhere is to never chase a wave you can’t catch.”
Dean slapped him on the back and beamed. “I taught you well.”
Zane flipped him off but his grin softened the gesture to the equivalent of a high five. “You weren’t a totally crappy teacher. I’ll give you that,” he said with a lopsided grin.
“Dude, remember that time we took Kersey’s old sloop out to Catalina? Talk about some wild waves.” Dean let out a low whistle and then laughed. “I didn’t think we’d make it.”
“Never a doubt, Dean. Never a doubt,” Zane singsonged before giving his friend a look
I couldn’t read, most likely because it wasn’t a shared memory. Nonetheless, the look stirred a new round of butterflies. And when La Bella sloped to her side to ride the biggest wave we’d encountered yet, I had a feeling I was in trouble.
I didn’t own up to it right away. I pasted a smile on my face and did as I was told, stopping once in a while to take a sip of water and adjust my seasickness band. The damn thing must have been defective. Though that didn’t explain why the Dramamine wasn’t working either. Then again, maybe I was psyching myself out. My clammy palms and cement mixer stomach might have something to do with the nonstop tripping down memory lane Dean incited. His stories weren’t ribald or offensive. They just went on for-fucking-ever. I had no doubt this was an intentional ploy to remind me I was the outsider here. Sailing was their thing. Not mine.
I hung on for as long as I could, but when we crested another large wave and descended to a flat surface out of the blue, I conceded defeat and promptly lost my breakfast over the railing.
“You okay?” Zane rubbed my back sweetly.
I didn’t have the strength to reply, so I nodded before burying my head in my hands and taking a deep cleansing breath. I thought it was over but the boat lurched again, more violently this time and I was back to white knuckling the rail, ridding my stomach of everything it had. The shock of internal heat combined with the cool misty morning made me feel feverish on top of flat-out awful. I’d never craved my own bed more in my life. The worst part was knowing this wasn’t a mild case of the flu. This was the beginning of a really rough day.
“I’m better now,” I lied. “You should do sailor-y things. Don’t let Ahab take over.”
Zane set his thumb and forefinger under my chin until I looked at him. “I’m not sure what that last line means, but I do need to help. Want some Sprite or—”
“Oh no. Nothing. I’m…I’m gonna go lie down.” I slumped forward, leaning on the rail with both hands and then slowly making my way hand over hand, shuffling toward the stairwell.
“Er, you’ll feel better if you stay on deck. You feel the waves more keenly below. Every rock and roll is amplified in the hull—”
“Stop. I’m begging you. Just…let me be miserable my way. Please,” I pleaded, sounding pathetic even to my own ears.
Zane smoothed my damp hair from my eyes and gave me a small smile. “Okay. I’ll check on you in a bit.”
I waved distractedly and turned to descend the stairs when Dean called my name. I looked up without thinking.
“Feel better, Eric,” he said.
I paused to thank him automatically because in the excitement of the Grim Reaper circling me like a seagull hovering over a fishing boat, I’d forgotten Dean was my enemy.
Until he reminded me with a venomous half smile and a wink.
I was too weak to do or say anything. Swimming above persistent nausea took all my strength and part of my memory, so yeah…it belatedly occurred to me that this was the best fucking revenge possible for him. He could torment me to his heart’s content with his subtle jabs about the days when I was Sherbert to more people than I was Eric. Which would have coincided with the time when the man I was about to marry barely knew I was alive, and even if he had, he wouldn’t have been impressed because he was busy fucking this asshole.
Holy crap. This was hell.
And it only got worse.
I closed my eyes and curled into a fetal position, hoping sleep would put me out of my misery. No such luck. I felt every little creak in the boat deep in my bones. Random pieces of conversation drifted to the cabin, making it impossible to rest.
“Dude, he was so hot. I blew him in the…”
“…least that’s what you said when I used to lick…”
“I shouldn’t have gotten married. Big mistake. You really should reconsider if you…”
Torture. Absolute torture. The wind was the culprit here. It controlled how far the boat teetered on its side and how fast we traveled. It was directly responsible for fucking with my stomach and my head. Hibernating out of its reach wasn’t working. It was like being tied to a waterbed with an epic hangover. I was more miserable than ever. Maybe Zane was right after all. I wrapped myself in a wool blanket I found in the stateroom and with excruciating care, made my way back upstairs.
I didn’t announce myself. It would have taken more energy than I could expend. I figured they’d notice me after a while and if they didn’t, that was okay too. I leaned against the side of the cabin and fixed my gaze on the horizon. After a few minutes, I felt marginally better than shit, though still not great. I turned slightly at the sound of Zane and Dean talking. I couldn’t see them but they had to be close.
“I thought we’d make it, but I gotta say, the sex wasn’t the best I’d ever had,” Dean said.
“Are you seeing anyone now?” Zane asked.
“No. There’s a guy I’m interested in but…I can’t do the gay thing at home. It’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Get real, man. Nothing has changed. It may even be more conservative now than ever. I’d have to move to come out as bi. Like you did. And honestly, I’m not sure it would be worth it. I wish I’d have taken you up on your offer all those years ago. I should have come with you.”
Zane hesitated before answering Dean. “Dude. That was a long time ago.”
“I know but—I never told you this but…I almost did it. I was gonna surprise you. I found an apartment in San Mateo. It wasn’t as close to Stanford as I wanted but it was cheap. I figured we’d make it work. Something stopped me. I freaked out. Some days I just wished I’d taken the risk. Everything would be—”
“Dean. Stop. It’s over. We went separate ways. You have a family now.”
“I love my kids, but things are different. They live in Northern California, not so far from you. Maybe the timing was wrong then but…we’re together now,” Dean said in a huskier than normal voice.
The ensuing silence went on longer than it should have. I turned, hoping to get a glimpse of them. Zane’s back was to me. He had one hand on the helm and the other on Dean’s chest. I couldn’t tell if he was pushing him away or if I was witnessing something so catastrophic it made the prospect of changing course and setting sail for Hawaii seem like a walk in the park. I watched the scene unfold with sickening dread. Dean inched into Zane’s space then stopped before looking over at me and flashing a menacing Cheshire cat grin.
And that was when I lost it. I leaned over the railing, shaking and sweating, with tears streaming down my face as my body tried its best to be rid of something that simply wasn’t there. Whatever it was held me in a fierce grip, wiping every last bit of energy before releasing me in a sudden rush that brought me to my knees. Which was probably when I passed out.
“Hey, how you feeling, baby?”
I blinked awake and immediately squeezed my eyes shut against the glare of the gray sky. Zane sat beside me on the bench, caressing my cheek and tenderly running his fingers through my hair. I tried to smile but it took too much effort. “Meh. Is it almost over?”
“Yeah. Just lie here where I can see you. Here’s your phone.” He placed my cell on my stomach. “I couldn’t find your earbuds, so you can use mine to listen to music or an audiobook. I can lend you Moby Dick if you want.”
I huffed weakly. “No jokes. I can’t laugh without everything hurting.”
“I know. I’m sorry, Er. I had no idea you’d”—he pursed his lips unhappily before continuing—“I should have let you go.”
With a muddled brain and an aching body, his words twisted and contorted. Was he saying he had no idea I’d see his ex make a pass at him? Or that he should have let me go so they could be alone? I was a mess and in no condition to decipher anything that wasn’t crystal clear. So I secured the earbuds, scanned my playlist, and queued up my favorite Celine Dion songs before closing my eyes again.
7
Entering San Francisco Bay from the Pacific Ocean was a majestic experience
. The Golden Gate Bridge welcomed La Bella that afternoon with a thin blanket of fog and a rough current. Only the lower half of the bridge was visible as Zane made the turn from the turbulent sea into the Bay. I’d never been so happy to see my adopted home in my life. I could have wept at the sight of Alcatraz and the giant Ghirardelli sign in Fisherman’s Wharf. And I practically tripped over my feet in my haste to be the first one off the boat when we finally docked at the Tiburon Yacht Club.
We were greeted by an excited-looking Don Carrigan when Zane led me along the dock.
“Eric! This is a surprise. I didn’t know you were part of today’s crew. She’s a beauty, isn’t she? How was the trip?” he asked enthusiastically.
Don was a heavyset, white-haired gentleman who’d inherited more money than he knew what to do with. He’d invested in high-tech firms at the right time and quickly filled his already bursting bank account. He could afford to take chances with smaller companies, which had made him an ideal investor for EN Tech before we hit the ground running. Carrigan wasn’t exactly responsible for our success, however, I’d always be grateful for his early support. It sucked to be on chillier terms after Nick’s broken engagement with his daughter. Though when he reached for my elbow as I stepped off the dock, any passerby would have thought we were old friends.
“It was…rough,” I said wanly.
“I bet. That’s a challenging ride for the best of ’em. I heard the waves were six feet or taller today and that the wind couldn’t make up her mind which way she was blowing. I know, from personal experience, the worst patch is right as you leave Pillar—”
“Hi, Don.” Zane put his left arm around me and offered the other to his client, who immediately pulled him into a heartfelt embrace.
“Well done, Richards. She’s beautiful! Just beautiful. When can we take her out?”
“I’m free tomorrow, sir. We can finish the paperwork first thing in the morning and then take her for a spin,” Zane suggested. “Would you like a tour now?”