Kiss Kiss

by Various Authors

  When he couldn’t pinpoint it, he got desperate. Desperate for the old Caroline to come back to him…the one who couldn’t wait for him to get home from work…the one who talked nonstop about the future. Their future. He needed things to be right with her. She balanced him, and if she was out of balance, everything was out of whack. His world made sense as long as Caroline was a part of it.

  He hadn’t realized it, but he left the office and walked down a busy street. Clay suddenly found himself in front of a jewelry store. His eyes lit up as if they recognized that “a-ha” moment that currently stared him in the face. He realized what he needed to do. This would make her happy and everything between them would be right again.

  The engagement ring section was the largest in the store. He browsed case after case, peering through the glass at the sparkling diamonds that reflected back at him. He had no idea there were so many styles and types. He almost called it quits right then. Convinced he had to do this, he continued to look at each ring until he found the perfect one. His finger pointed at an almost two-carat princess-cut stone with smaller diamonds on each side. The sales clerk helped him into a back room where they examined the diamonds together and talked over the price.

  “This is perfect. I’ll take it,” he told the saleswoman confidently.

  “She’ll love it. It’s a gorgeous ring.”

  Clay exited the jewelry store with his new purchase in hand. The green velvet box sat inside a small bag with string handles. His face glowed as he walked toward the office, excited to show off his new purchase. His mind raced with ideas on exactly how and when to propose.

  He tried to convince himself he was doing the right thing. It had always been his intention to marry Caroline and he knew she had every intention of marrying him, as well. Sure, this deviated from her five-year plan a little, but would she really mind?

  Chapter Eight

  Bailey bounded in Caroline’s direction holding a beautiful bouquet of stark white roses scattered between dozens of bright yellow tulips.

  Caroline smiled. “Oh, Bails, you shouldn’t have.”

  Bailey laughed. “I didn’t. I saw them delivered and told Lucy I’d bring them over to you.”

  Caroline grinned from ear to ear. “Clay’s never sent me anything other than roses before. These are freaking gorgeous!” she commented excitedly.

  “No kidding,” Bailey added. Caroline glared at her before Bailey continued, “I mean…no offense, Care, it’s just that Clay doesn’t really think outside the box, if you know what I mean? He’s completely predictable.”

  “Brat.”

  Bailey stuck out her tongue. “Just to prove my point…what are your plans tonight with Mr. Matthews?”

  “Just dinner that I know of.”

  “Of course,” Bailey said through a yawn.

  Frustrated, Caroline exclaimed, “Stop it, Bailey. You like Clay!”

  “Of course I like Clay, but he’s just so predictable. Sends you roses, takes you to dinner at some fancy restaurant you don’t really want to go to in the first place. It’s just the same thing all the time. Don’t you ever get—I don’t know—bored?”

  Caroline rolled her eyes. “Not really. I’m not you, ya know. I like knowing what’s coming. Knowing what and who I can count on. It doesn’t bore me, it’s sort of…comforting.”

  “Boring.”

  “Secure.”

  “Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Bailey tossed over her shoulder as she walked away.

  “Come on. That’s not fair,” Caroline whisper-shouted at her back.

  Bailey stopped and turned back around. “Obviously there is something major going on with this Jackson character. I’m just wondering why—if Clay is so perfect and you’re so secure and happy—this guy is affecting you so much?”

  Caroline’s eyes narrowed into angry slits as she spat out, “I don’t know.”

  Before either girl could say another word, Caroline noticed Lucy walking toward them holding a vase that spilled over with dark red roses and baby’s breath. The poor girl could barely see around the thing while she navigated through the maze of cubicles.

  “These are stunning. Happy birthday, Caroline,” Lucy commented, setting the huge vase down carefully onto Caroline’s desk.

  Bailey and Caroline stared at each other for a moment before either one of them spoke. “Wait. Wait. If the roses are from Clay, then who…?” Bailey dove for the card attached to the tulips before finishing her thought.

  Caroline whipped the card out of the flowers and opened it quickly. “Oh my God.” The words fell out of her mouth in a whisper.

  “What? Who are they from?” Bailey breathed down Caroline’s neck while she tried to peek.

  Caroline quietly handed the card to Bailey.

  “Happy Birthday, Caroline. I wanted to give you a little something that says it all. I hope you like it.” There was no signature on the card.

  “Jackson?” Bailey inquired.

  Caroline nodded.

  “Wow. How’d he even know it was your birthday?” Bailey wondered with her hand on one hip.

  Caroline struggled to recall their conversations. “I don’t know. I didn’t tell him.” And then it was as though a light bulb went off in her head. Her eyes got wide and she tilted her head back. “Wait. I told him on the airplane. We told each other our birthdays.”

  “Shut up. On the airplane? That was months ago. You mean to tell me this guy remembered when your birthday was from one mention of it on an airplane flight?” Bailey raised her eyebrows.

  “I guess.”

  “And you’re not impressed by that? Hell, I’m impressed by that.”

  Caroline didn’t say a word.

  “Well, what did he send you? What’s the “little something” he’s talking about on this card?” Bailey demanded.

  “I don’t know. Do you see anything? ’Cause I don’t see any…”

  Caroline was cut off by the sound of the receptionist at her desk again. “Caroline, this box was at my desk. I think it fell out of the flowers from Clay. I’m really sorry about that.”

  “It’s okay. Thank you, Lucy.”

  Bailey looked at her longtime friend. “Well, OPEN IT!” Caroline stared at the small white box in the palm of her hand. It was tied delicately with a simple yellow satin ribbon that matched the tulips.

  “If you don’t open that box right this second, Caroline Weber, I will!” Bailey threatened.

  “Okay, okay. Stop pressuring me!” Caroline slowly removed the top of the box. The first thing she noticed was a business-sized card that read:

  “Sometimes When A Heart Is Separated, It Becomes Stronger”

  Her heart battered against her ribcage as she carefully removed the card from the box. Under it lay a silver heart charm. It belonged on a necklace, but there was no chain attached. She knew Jackson had purposely left it out. She couldn’t wear a necklace with a heart on it that wasn’t from her boyfriend.

  She removed the charm and looked at every detail. She’d never seen anything like it before. There was a small separation in the top of the heart where the two halves would normally meet. At the bottom, the right half of the heart was slightly longer than the left half. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

  “Good God, Care. This guy’s in love with you,” Bailey breathed while she inspected the charm.

  Caroline stared at her best friend through tears that began to spill over her eyelashes.

  “Oh no, you don’t.” Bailey grabbed Caroline by the sleeve of her silk blouse and pulled her toward the ladies’ restroom. Once inside she peered underneath each stall to make sure they were alone.

  “What am I supposed to do?” Caroline implored her best friend for an answer.

  Bailey simply hugged her. “What do you want to do?

  “I don’t know,” she cried, her heart at odds with her mind.

  “Do you have feelings for him?”

  Caroline looked silently into Bailey’s blue e
yes. It was one thing to know how she felt about Jackson, but keep it buried within herself; it was quite another to admit her feelings to someone else. Once she allowed the words to breathe outside of her lips, she gave them life. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give those feelings any more life than they were already taking from her.

  “Caroline, come on. Do you have feelings for the guy or what?” Bailey pushed.

  “Obviously I do, or I wouldn’t be a blubbering idiot in the bathroom right now, would I?” Caroline snapped.

  “I knew it,” Bailey said smugly. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

  “Thanks for the support.”

  “Could be worse.” Bailey shrugged.

  “Really? How could it be worse?”

  “You could be a horrible person that no one loved or wanted to date,” Bailey teased.

  Caroline grinned. “I’ll work on it.”

  Bailey walked over to the paper towel dispenser that hung on the wall and grabbed a single sheet. She turned the left handle on the faucet and placed the towel into the warm running water. Once the towel was thoroughly moist, Bailey turned off the faucet and walked toward Caroline. Black lines of mascara streaked down Caroline’s face and Bailey wiped at them, struggling to get them off. “Please tell me you have some makeup here.”

  Caroline nodded. “In my purse.”

  “I’ll be right back.” Bailey rushed out the bathroom door.

  Caroline pulled out her cell phone and turned on the screen. She opened her text messages and sent, “Just got the flowers and the charm. They are equally stunning, thoughtful, and unbelievable. Thank you so much.”

  Before Bailey returned, Caroline’s phone vibrated in her hand. She looked down and read, “Neither are as stunning as you. I hope you have a great day. Happy Birthday.”

  Caroline struggled to catch her breath as Bailey careened through the door. “Jesus, that receptionist is going on and on about Clay’s roses. She won’t shut up about them. Like she’s never seen a freaking rose before.”

  She went to toss the bright yellow purse at Caroline before she noticed the pained expression on her face. “What happened during the whole minute I was gone?”

  “Nothing,” Caroline tried to lie.

  “Don’t bullshit me, or I’ll take the makeup back.” Bailey tucked the purse tightly under her arm.

  “Nothing. Really. I just sent Jackson a text and he responded.”

  Bailey held out her hand. “Gimme your phone.”

  Caroline didn’t move.

  Bailey folded her arms across her chest. “Fine, then. Read it to me.”

  Caroline grimaced before opening up the text message and reading it out loud. She watched Bailey’s expression change to disbelief with each word.

  Bailey fanned Caroline’s face with her hands in a vain attempt to get it to return to its normal color, instead of the beet red that spread over her cheeks. “You have to calm down, Care, or we’ll never get out of here. And I am NOT trying to spend the rest of my life in some old bathroom.”

  “I’m trying. I’m so sorry.” Caroline’s eyes began to fill again.

  Bailey snapped, “NO! I cannot fix your mascara again. No tears! Think of clowns, or unicorns, or something else happy!”

  Caroline placed her palms against her forehead and concentrated on breathing slowly and methodically.

  “Not to add more pressure or anything, but your situation doesn’t really seem to be getting any better.”

  “Trust me; I’ve noticed.” Caroline took another long breath to steady her pulse.

  “Seriously, Care, I’m sorta worried about you.”

  “I’m sorta worried about me too,” Caroline admitted. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “Your life would suck…obviously.” Bailey’s voice softened. “Are you feeling better?”

  Caroline nodded.

  “Good. But you still look like shit, just so you know.”

  Caroline eyeballed her reflection in the mirror. “No, I don’t.”

  Bailey smiled. “Nah, you don’t. Can we please get out of here now?”

  “After you,” Caroline gestured.

  Chapter Nine

  Clay arrived home from work right on time, as promised. Regardless of what Bailey had said earlier, Caroline appreciated the fact that Clay made a big deal out of special occasions. Knowing they’d go somewhere nice for dinner, Caroline slipped into a tan fitted dress that stopped short of her knees. It had barely-there sleeves and a scoop neckline. The dress hugged her body in all the right places and accented her thin waist and gentle curves. She wore black strappy sandals that made her long legs look even longer. Her lengthy blond hair was tossed on top of her head in a sexy and attractive up-do. Random strands of blonde hung down around her face.

  Clay’s jaw dropped when he saw her. “Wow. You look amazing.” He walked over to her, took her hand in his and kissed it. “Happy birthday.” Then he cupped her face and softly kissed her on the mouth.

  She smiled; his kiss felt comfortable and familiar. “Thank you.”

  “Let me change real quick and I’ll be right out,” Clay promised, and ran toward their bedroom.

  Caroline looked into the full-length mirror one last time before she rolled her eyes at her reflection. Sometimes she simply hated getting all dressed up and eating at fancy restaurants. Everyone always seemed so stuffy and boring. She would much prefer going somewhere simple, but she’d never tell that to Clay. She knew how much he enjoyed taking her out to do expensive things. He associated expensive with nice and he always wanted to do nice things for Caroline. She appreciated his thoughtfulness, but sometimes wished he were a little more in tune with her wants.

  When she realized what she thought, she quickly chastised herself for being ungrateful. Then she reminded herself that everything Clay did for her came from a good place.

  He walked out wearing a freshly pressed light gray suit. He had on a white button-down shirt with a blue tie. His dark hair was messy, just the way she liked, and the image of the first time she ever saw him flashed into her mind.

  Caroline couldn’t help but smile at how handsome her boyfriend was. “Talk about amazing.”

  His smile was genuine and he gave her a quick kiss before he led her out the door by the hand.

  “So, where are we going?” Caroline asked, knowing full well he wouldn’t tell her.

  “You’ll see,” Clay teased.

  “Do I get a hint?” Caroline pleaded.

  “Nope,” Clay answered, giving nothing away.

  Caroline let out an audible gasp as they pulled into a gravel parking lot that overlooked the ocean. Clay slowed the car to a stop as the crunch of the rocks underneath the tires cracked and popped. The chill of the night’s air forced Caroline to wince briefly before Clay quickly wrapped his arm around her and tucked her tightly against his side.

  “It’s freezing,” she noted.

  “I’ll keep you warm.”

  They walked quickly toward the white three-story building as Caroline’s eyes sparkled with delight.

  “I’ve never seen so many windows in a restaurant before. It looks like it’s from another time. It’s gorgeous.”

  “Wait ‘til you see the inside.”

  Caroline smiled, marveling at the architecture that appeared almost museum-like. White marble columns and windows that stretched from floor to ceiling adorned the entire structure. Clay held open the oversized glass door and ushered Caroline into the warm lobby where she let out a sigh of relief.

  “Wow.” Caroline looked at black and white photos of the restaurant in all of its incarnations framed along the wall. “Oh my gosh, did you know it survived the earthquake and the fires of 1906 only to burn down a year later?” She looked at Clay, a mixture of shock and sadness in her eyes.

  He smiled and nodded his head as he gave the hostess his name.

  “And then they rebuilt it two years later…but it’s changed five times since then!” She traced the o
utline of the building from 1909 with her fingers, entranced by its elegance. Then she looked at Clay and added, “I’m glad they restored it. Did you see these other buildings? No charm or magic at all.”

  “I agree.” Clay sweetly took her by the hand and followed behind the well-dressed hostess.

  “The outside sort of reminds me of the Getty Center back home. You know, the old one in Malibu, not the new one.”

  Clay’s face lit up. “You’re totally right. It does.”

  “Will this be okay, Mr. Matthews?” the petite hostess asked softly, not wanting to interrupt the other diners.

  Clay surveyed the corner table with its panoramic ocean views and replied, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

  Caroline immediately looked through the glass and noted small lights illuminating the outdoor balcony and pathway down to the water.

  “I’ll never get used to all these rocks,” Caroline said as her mind drifted to the sandy beaches back home.

  Clay’s brows knitted in confusion momentarily before they relaxed. “Oh, in the water you mean. It’s weird, right?”

  “It’s just different. We don’t have giant boulders jutting out of the water at home. I mean, look! They’re all over the place. How does anyone surf here?” she laughed.

  “Good question.” Clay responded, his voice shaking.

  “Are you okay?” Caroline asked, overly aware that his responses were short and somewhat odd for him.

  “Of course. I’m just a little tired is all. You okay?”

  She grinned with sincerity. “I’m fine.” She stared out the window and watched as the water crashed onto the giant boulders, sending parts of the sea hurling in all directions. She thought how the water seemed angrier up here than it did at home. In Southern California, the ocean lapped at the sand. It rolled softly onto the beach and then lulled itself back out again. It never appeared mad or angry, the way the ocean waters seemed to up here.

  “Do you remember when we first met?” Clay asked and interrupted her mental comparison.