by Sky Winters
“Yes. He happened by a little sidewalk café where I was eating lunch and joined me.”
“Sounds like kismet to me.”
“Right. Why are you trying so hard to push the virtues of Weston with me?” Mandy laughed.
“I’m not. You’re capable of making up your own mind. I just know you’ve been through a lot and Weston is a really good guy. I don’t know him as well as my sister and brother-in-law, but I’ve never heard anything but good things about him. Plus, he’s hot!”
“Kellye, I just can’t handle a relationship again so soon.”
“Who said anything about a relationship? Maybe it will be one, maybe it won’t. You need to not try to categorize things so much. Just give him a chance. Go out and have some fun. It will be whatever it’s meant to be. If nothing else, it might do you some good to get laid.”
“You sound like some sort of hippy love guru.”
“Aren’t I one? I mean, come on. Look at me.”
“You have a point, I guess. You are a little flowerchild-like.”
“You could stand to have a bit more peace and love in your life. Shit. I’ve got to go. My ball breaker bitch of a boss will be back before me and I’ll have to listen to her lecture on taking too much time on my break. I really need to get transferred out of her sweat shop soon.”
“You’ll make it. You’ve only got a couple semesters left to finish your journalism degree and I’ve already got a spot lined up for you when you do. Try not to get fired before you graduate or I’ll have a hard time rehiring you.”
“You know they’ll say you only hired me because we’re friends.”
“And they will be wrong. You’re sharp as a tack. All you’re lacking are the proper credentials I need to hire you in my department. I’ll see you later.”
By the time Mandy made it home that afternoon, she had decided Kellye was right. There was no harm in spending time with Weston. She didn’t feel anything intense toward him, which wasn’t to say he wasn’t attractive or not the kind of guy she could be with in a more serious way. She could see spending time with him as being enjoyable without it being a huge attachment, which meant she wouldn’t lose her perspective too quickly like she had with Cameron. When Weston called later that evening, she chatted lightheartedly with him. She had to admit that it felt good just to flirt and talk a bit, just like it had at lunch the day before.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up Saturday morning at ten, if that’s okay with you. It’ll take about an hour and a half to get to the lake and another thirty or so to hike in. That’ll put our picnic around noonish.”
“That sounds perfect,” she told him.
“Doesn’t it? I’m really looking forward to it. It’s been a while since I’ve had the time to just get out and enjoy nature. It seems I’m always behind a desk, in front of a judge or it’s late at night when you can’t really feel the warmth of the sunshine shining down on you. Moonlight isn’t quite the same.”
“You often go out to the lake in the darkness?”
“When I can.”
“You aren’t scared out there alone?”
“I never said alone,” he laughed.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be nosey.”
“No, not what I meant. I go there with some friends at night to escape the confines of the city.”
“You drive an hour and a half to the lake in the middle of the night?”
“Something like that. We get there a bit faster at night.”
“Ah, I guess so. Less traffic and fewer cops.”
“Yeah. So, I’ll see you Saturday at ten then?”
“You certainly will,” she told him.
“I’m excited about seeing you again. We’re going to have a good day, Mandy.”
“I believe we will,” she replied, smiling broadly.
After ending the call, Mandy smiled into the empty space of her living room. Everything was going to be okay. It wasn’t that she was investing too much interest in what happened with Weston, but she felt like she was moving forward for the first time in a while instead of being stuck in the limbo where Cameron had left her. It had been a struggle, but she was feeling more like herself now. His latest hurt, seeing him with someone else, hadn’t done as much damage as it had felt like in the moment. Instead, it had freed her to move on.
Chapter Eight
Mandy found that she was nervous as she dressed for the lake on Saturday. It was always this way when she was going out with someone new and today was no exception. She had to manage to look chic and casual at the same time. It was getting cooler outside, winter was right around the corner, but she didn’t want to look like a whale in some huge sweater. Instead, she opted for jeans, hiking boots and a fitted sweater that showed off her figure quite nicely.
Topping it off with just a hint of makeup, lip gloss, and a sleek ponytail, she looked appreciatively in the mirror at her reflection. She looked pretty good. Slipping a simple pair of tear drop earrings on, she decided it was a good look for her and waited anxiously for his arrival. It didn’t help that she was ready at least a half hour early. She had never been one of those women that made a guy wait when he’d already told her what time he would arrive. Her heart raced as the doorbell rang promptly at ten. Apparently, he believed in being timely, as well. So far, so good.
“Wow. I never knew a woman could look so good in a ponytail and jeans,” he said when she opened the door.
“You lawyers, always trying to sway the jury,” she quipped.
“Yes, but it’s true. You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?”
“I am. Do I need to bring anything with me?”
“Nope. Just yourself. I’ve got everything we need for the day.”
“Great,” she replied, retrieving her small backpack, which she’d filled with the items that normally belonged in her purse. She’d already moved her things into it while waiting on him, having decided that a purse would be awkward out in the middle of the woods.
“I am so glad you agreed to come with me. I was going to go either way, but it’s going to be so much nicer with you there to keep me company,” he told her after they had gotten into his car and headed off toward their destination.
“I’m glad you asked,” she replied.
“I just brought a simple lunch. Some ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad, and fruit, along with some bottles of water. I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, um. I guess I forgot to mention that I’m a vegetarian.”
“Oh, God,” he said disdainfully. “I didn’t even consider that you might not eat meat. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I could have not even have thought about that.”
“It’s okay. I guess I’ll just eat the potato salad and fruit,” she said in a disappointed tone.
“The potato salad has eggs in it and small bits of ham,” he said woefully, looking ashamed.
“I guess it’ll be just fruit then. You didn’t put ham in that too did you?” she groaned.
“Wow. I’m just so embarrassed. Look, we’ll stop by somewhere along the way and find you a vegetarian meal of some sort. I just can’t believe I didn’t think to ask before putting together the food for the day.”
“It’s okay. The fruit will be just fine. Don’t sweat it,” she said, trying to hold back a snicker.
“If you say so,” he said in a tone that told her he was livid with himself for his oversight. She smiled broadly at him as he frowned over the steering wheel. She was about to let him off the hook when he suddenly looked over at her, noting her smile and made a clucking noise with his tongue.
“What? Did you put ham in the fruit too?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in disapproval.
“You little minx! You aren’t a vegetarian. I can’t believe you got that over on me. You were eating a chicken salad sandwich when I ate lunch with you!”
Mandy burst into laughter as he scowled at her, even as a smile began to spread across his face. Before long, he was laughing too.
“I thoug
ht I was going to have to confess I was yanking your chain before you remembered that,” she laughed.
“You almost did have to tell me. I was sitting here wondering why I wouldn’t have thought to ask you that in this day and age and then it dawned on me. I hadn’t asked because I’d already seen you eating meat. You got me pretty good though before I remembered that. I was mortified. I wanted so much to make a good first impression on our first official date and I thought I had really fucked it up! Bad girl!”
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. Don’t you hate that though? When you offer someone something delicious like a juicy steak or rack of lamb and they give you that condescending ‘I don’t eat meat’ tone?”
“Yes! It’s like you just told them that you murdered your mother and ate her liver with a bottle of white zinfandel.”
“You can’t eat your mother’s liver with white zin. Human liver is always served with chianti.”
“I take it back. You aren’t just a bad girl, you’re a twisted girl!”
“What? You never saw Silence of the Lambs? ‘I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.’”
“Yes. I’ve just never heard anyone agree with it so wholeheartedly. Maybe I should be the one worried about being out in a secluded area with you instead of the other way around.”
“Be afraid. Be very afraid!”
“I think I am.”
They laughed again, continuing to have a rather macabre, but comical discussion on their way to the lake. By the time they pulled onto the road that led to the small country park in which it was situated, both of them were in stitches, their sides hurting from laughing so much. Mandy couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much. In fact, she had hardly smiled or felt happy for weeks. It was definitely a change for the better.
“Alright, we’re here. Just wait until we get out of view before you kill me. Otherwise, you’ll have witnesses to deal with. It’ll be much easier to escape conviction if you can claim self-defense or temporary insanity for killing one person. You start committing mass murder, it’s a whole new ballgame. Get caught and you might end up in the chair. Trust me, I’m a lawyer.”
“Trust me. I’m a lawyer?” she repeated. “How can you even say that with a straight face. No one likes lawyers, much less trusts them.”
“No one? No one at all?” he said, poking his lips out in a pout.
“Well, maybe one person likes one lawyer. In fact, because I do like you, I might just kill you last.”
“That’s good news!” he laughed, retrieving the bags with picnic fixings in them from the backseat after they had piled out of the car.
“I thought you’d be pleased.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of hungry. Perhaps you might even let me eat before you do me in.”
“I swear, give you an inch, you take a mile.”
“Consider it my last request,” he joked, holding the bags with his left arm and reaching for her hand with his right.
They were still laughing at their playful conversation as they wound their way, hand in hand, along the path up one side of the lake. They passed by several other couples who seemed to have had the same idea in mind. When they finally reached the lake, they made their way to a less crowded spot on the far side. There, Weston pulled a thin blanket from one of the bags and spread it on the ground. He even pulled out a couple of inflatable cushions for them to sit on. Mandy burst into laughter again.
“Are those the cushions they give people who have hemorrhoids or that get shot in the behind?” she said between howls.
“Maybe,” he said with a big grin.
“Do I want to even ask?”
“Probably not, but the answer is that another lawyer gave them to me as a present.”
“A present? I’m not sure I want to know what the occasion for such a gift might be.”
“It was after a very long, drawn out case. I lost. He presented me with a small gift bag and inside, there was a pack of two of these that he had gotten from a friend that worked at the local hospital.”
Mandy looked at him, not really grasping the implications of such a gift until he said the words.
“He said I’d need them until I got over the ass whipping he’d given me in court.”
She burst out laughing again. “That’s hilarious.”
“Not so much so at the time. Question is whether it is as hilarious as bringing them along on a first date?”
“I’m not sure. Let me get back to you on that.”
“You do that. The truth is that I knew the ground would be hard and I didn’t want to drag full sized cushions out here. I saw these still hanging out in my closet and thought they would suffice.”
“I’ll give you one thing, Weston. You’re one of a kind.”
“I think that’s good. That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty great.”
They sat eating their lunch and chatting while looking out over the lake. It was a bit crisp out today, but by the time she had gotten a bit chilled, they were finished with their food and ready to go for a short hike along one of the trails. Weston packed up the remnants of their meal and they walked back to the car to deposit them in the trunk before heading toward a tree with a large blue arrow on one side as a guide.
“This is the easy path. If you’re up to it one day maybe we can go on one of the harder ones, but I thought that today it might be nicer to just take it easy and go for a stroll that will allow us to talk to one another.”
“That sounds like a great plan.”
In fact, it was an incredible plan. They walked, once again holding hands, as they talked. From time to time, they stopped to look at nearby landmarks that could be seen from their path or to watch small animals play along the wooded area that was quickly swallowing them as they continued further into the forest.
Mandy felt oddly at ease with him in a way she had never experienced with Cameron. Though she had loved Cameron deeply, she had always felt like she was trying so very hard to please him. Weston was effortless, but for her, that meant there was no passion, that perhaps he was someone who would become a great friend, but not really a serious relationship. She was okay with that. Her heart needed time to mend and having someone who wasn’t so intense would be a nice change of pace.
“Do you have any pets?” Weston asked, noting her fascination with a nearby squirrel working on entry into an acorn.
“No. I love animals, but I’ve just never had time to really invest in one. You know, they need to be fed, watered, walked, house trained. I just can’t deal with all of that on my schedule. You?”
“No. Same problem here. I spend so much time in court or the office and when I’m at home, I tend to review briefs that I’ve brought back from the office. Even if I managed to take care of a dog’s material needs, I wouldn’t have time to pet him and how sad is a dog that can’t get a good scratch behind the ears?”
“I don’t know. Pretty sad, I’m guessing, but why just a dog? There are other pets available. You could get a cat. They’re much lower maintenance.”
“Cat? No, I don’t think so.”
“What’s wrong with a cat?”
“They don’t like me. Not a single one of them.”
“So, what you’re saying here is that even cats dislike lawyers,” she teased.
“They certainly don’t like this one,” he laughed.
“I wonder why?”
Weston looked at her for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but then he looked back at the squirrel, now carting his acorn up the side of a tree as others turned up to dig around in the fallen treasure.
“Ah, you know cats. They are just finicky little creatures.”
“Yes, that they are,” she said.
“So, no pets. What do you usually do for fun when you aren’t taking your own life in your hands with strangers who lead you into the woods for who knows what nefarious purpose?”
“The lawyers I have
chained in the basement keep me amused.”
“The basement? I thought all the missing lawyers were at the bottom of the ocean?”
“No. That’s just a good start.”
They both laughed as they turned a corner into a nearby clearing that led to a cliff. At the edge, they stopped to sit on a large rock situated near the edge, allowing them to rest for a moment while looking out over the large lake, which was now below them. The path had been at such a slight incline, that it was hard to realize they had traveled so far above it, but it was well worth the hike. The view was spectacular.
“I can’t believe I’ve never been up here before. It’s gorgeous!”
“Yes. I spend a good deal of time up here. It’s one of my favorite places. Stick with me and you’ll know every inch of this property as well as I do.”
“Well, we’ll see. It depends on whether I survive this first trip, I suppose.”
“Ah, rest assured that even if I were the most maniacal serial killer on the planet, I would never be able to harm a hair on the head of such a majestic creature as you,” he said softly, looking down at her.
Before she knew what he intended, he had taken her face between his hands, and brought his mouth down to meet hers. His mouth was soft but firm on hers, insistent without being demanding, powerful without being pushy. Mandy felt a surprising surge of electricity go through her body and she pulled away, her heart racing. Only moments ago she had been busy putting him firmly on a center rung of the friendship ladder. Now, she felt something stir inside of her, something completely unexpected and it frightened her a bit to feel anything at all after so many weeks of pain.
“Thank you,” she said, politely, mentally distancing herself from the way his words and his kiss had affected her. “Shall we head back down?”
“Sure. If you’re ready to go.”
“I should get back home. I didn’t realize it was getting so late and I have other plans for later.”
The look of disappointment and perhaps a little hurt were evident on his face for a moment, but he quickly shielded that, standing and turning to look at the path back down toward the lake.