I scoffed, but didn’t argue with him. I told myself it was because I was just being nice, and not because I actually wouldn’t mind seeing him running, or swimming, or biking with me. And not because the summer heat would probably mean a high probability that he’d be doing one or all of those things shirtless. With his hair up in a knot. Just…like…that.
“So, bike ride tomorrow?” Will interrupted my daydream. “Or maybe a run?”
I couldn’t think of a reason to put him off. So instead, I grinned. Will’s smile wasn’t full—not yet—but this time both sides of his mouth seemed to broaden a little.
“Meet you in front of the corner store at seven,” I confirmed. “I got new tires by the way. So no more sliding on the pine needles.”
Will’s mouth quirked once more in acknowledgment as I shut the door to his truck.
“See you, Lily pad,” he said softly through the open window, and for a moment, I was mesmerized by the last hint of smile in his eyes.
I sucked my lip between my teeth. “See you, Will.”
6
It was a good thing I hadn’t tried to call her, because Mama still wasn’t up by the time I came tramping down the stairs instead of from the dock. Lucas was on the other side of the property clearing some debris, so I managed to avoid the third degree about just how I had gotten home. Although part of me was dying to ask if they knew him, another part wanted to keep Will’s and my strange morning to myself. And that, I suspected, was also how he wanted to keep it.
So instead, as I got ready for the day, I let my mind drift instead to Will’s gentle, yet insistent touch when he swung me up from the dock and even when he carried me the week before. Those deep green eyes, with their guarded earnestness, appeared whenever I blinked. So yeah, maybe I spent some extra time shaving my legs and primping my hair, thinking of our meeting the next morning. Maybe I decided not to think too much about why.
I emerged from the shack to find Lucas behind the house, repairing a bunch of loose shingles. He stopped when he saw me, again performing that quick check over my body that had been a lot more overt when I’d only been wearing a swimsuit. Sorry, buddy. There wasn’t much to see when I wore a pair of cut-off men’s jeans I’d picked up at Goodwill and a loose tank top. After years of binding stage wear that Calliope had carefully picked out to make me look “hot, yet accessible,” I was more than happy to tromp around in clothing that was more comfortable than revealing.
“Ah, hey, Mags,” Lucas greeted me.
He set down the tools on the ground and stood up to lift his cap up and mop a bit of sweat off his forehead. The movement made his biceps flex and the hem of his t-shirt rose to reveal a flat-ish stomach. Not bad, but I couldn’t help comparing him to Will. No Adonis belt in sight here.
“Good swim?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. It was nice. I need to watch out for the lilies, though. I got tangled in them.”
Lucas didn’t seem to notice the flush in my face at the mention of lily pads. I wasn’t sure why it was there anyway.
“Who dropped you off?” he wondered. “I noticed you came back from the stairs.”
Huh. Maybe I hadn’t been as stealthy as I’d thought. I scanned Lucas’s face for any indicators of possessiveness or jealousy, but there was nothing there but plain curiosity.
“Just a new…friend,” I replied, taking a seat on one of the tree stumps that served as stools on the grass. “Someone bought a cabin across the way. It’s the property next to the Butterfly House.”
Lucas frowned as he sat down on the other stump. “The old hunting lodge?”
“Is that what it was? I had never seen it before. It’s brown and almost totally blends in with the trees.” It was an unusual sight. Most of the houses that circled Newman Lake were painted with fairly vibrant colors that stood out from the pine trees and rocky cliffs. Whites, blues, yellows, reds. The property right next to Will’s contained one place that was painted bright pink with red shutters and was aptly called the “Butterfly House” because of its winged eaves.
“That whole hill used to belong to a big lodge back in the twenties,” Lucas said. “Most of the lake was split up between something like four hotels. Mom said most of the cabins either burned down or were knocked down when other people bought out the property over the years, but the main lodge is still there. Damn, the place must be decrepit.”
I shrugged. “I only saw the outside. It looked like a cabin—kind of old, wood, weather-beaten. I dried off on the deck while the owner fixed my swimming buoy, and then he gave me a ride home.”
I couldn’t hear it, but there must have been something in my voice that betrayed my earlier thoughts, because at the word owner, Lucas looked up sharply.
“I hope you were careful, Mags,” he said. “There are a lot of loons on that side of the lake.”
I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t we a little old to be getting all Jets and Sharks? It’s one body of water, and everybody on it is just as much a hick as everyone else.”
Lucas snorted. “I just don’t want you to get taken advantage of. I can just imagine what some guy thought of finding you in need of a rescue. I bet he was all too happy to help.”
His eyes drifted over me, like he was imagining me again in my bathing suit, and immediately I looked away. It wasn’t like Lucas had never seen me naked, but it had been a good eight years. It felt weird, somehow, him looking at me like he had a right to what was underneath my shorts and t-shirt.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said emphatically. “That’s not really what I’m interested in these days.” Liar. I shook the thought away.
Lucas nodded. “Ellie mentioned you were coming out of a bad relationship. Hey, I’m sorry to hear that. Sounds like New York is full of jerks, just like everyone says.”
I frowned. “I wouldn’t say that. It’s a great city, and I really loved it there in a lot of ways. It was just…”
I shook my head, willing away Theo’s face. But there he was. Tall. Handsome. Entirely too well dressed for a man under thirty. Lips smirking arrogantly over his immaculately groomed goatee. Fists curled with promise.
This time, Will didn’t chase him away.
I opened my eyes again and studied my nails. “This one guy in particular was not good for me. Or to me. We were together for almost three years, and…” I sighed. I didn’t know what Mama had told people—likely, she didn’t actually know either. But I wasn’t interested in getting into any of the gory details with my ex, no matter how much he was helping out. “Well, I’m here now.”
Lucas was quiet for a moment, and then he reached out to touch a few big fingers to the top of my hand. His thumb stroked over my knuckles with nothing but kindness. It felt nice.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “I just…I wonder sometimes. A lot of times, really. What I could have done to prevent it. Sometimes I want to go back two years and tie pre-Theo Maggie to her bedpost.”
Lucas looked uneasy as he pulled his hand back and stuck it in his pocket.
“What?” I asked. When he didn’t speak, I mimed a kick his way, which made him crack a smile. “What?”
“Well, you know…” He drifted off, staring at the grass.
“Lucas, spit it out.”
Lucas chewed on his lower lip. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”
“Don’t make me kick your ass, Paul Bunyan.”
At the old nickname, Lucas smiled again. “Okay, then, chicken legs. I’d like to see you try.”
I mimed a slug at his side, and he parried it away easily, slinging an arm around my shoulder for a second before letting me go. My belly warmed. Some things never changed. Lucas was still Lucas—warm and easy. Our relationship had never been fireworks, but he had always been a good guy. Dependable. Kind.
“Well?” I prodded.
Again, he rubbed the back of his neck. I frowned. I recognized the motion—he used to do it when he had something to sa
y that I wouldn’t like.
“I saw some pictures of you,” he said. “This was a few years ago, when you were starting to get big, I guess. Ellie brought them to church and was showing them around. She said it was some big show, that you were opening for some big name or another.” His gaze softened. “She was really proud of you, Mags. We all were.”
I nodded, remembering the night, about four years ago, though it seemed like much longer. I was the opener for a Gillian Keller concert at Irving Plaza—easily the biggest gig I had ever played, including my showcase. The seats in the famous yet intimate venue weren’t even a quarter full when I started, but I hadn’t cared—I was high on the fact that it was just me and my guitar, playing my songs on one of the most famous stages in New York.
“That was a good night,” I mused fondly. “At least until there was some kind of fight later on. I don’t know—I left early. But Gillian actually bought one of my songs after she heard it, did you know that? My manager said it was cut from her next album, but still. It was good to know my music was good enough for someone like her.”
“That’s really great, Mags. It is.”
I looked up. He didn’t sound that excited. “But…”
Lucas’s big shoulders lumbered up and down. “I just remember the photo. You were wearing some blue dress. It was, uh, short.”
I knew exactly the one. Sleeveless with an asymmetrical hem, it was one of my favorites because even under the dim stage lights, it made my skin glow. I got a lot of compliments when I wore that dress.
I frowned. “Yeah, it’s kind of short. What does that matter?”
Lucas shrugged again, and the movement caused his skin to bunch around his neck, which he then massaged vigorously. “I just think…maybe…” He sighed. “Maybe you were attracting the wrong kind of guys. You looked real pretty and everything, Mags. But some guys—and I’m not saying I’m one of them, or anything—but they see a girl in something like that, and they think she’s only good for one thing.”
If my mouth were big enough, it would have smacked the ground. Lucas worried his jaw for a second, clearly uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to recover. “What?”
“It was just a surprise,” he said quietly, now looking around—at the house, the lake, the grass, anywhere but at me. “Especially considering…”
“Considering what, Lucas? Spit it out.”
“Considering what kind of stuff your mom gets into down at the bar.”
And there it was, the family legacy that had been thrown in my face since I was little—a remnant of my mother’s promiscuity. Mine to inherit as soon as I grew old enough to earn a little male attention. Because my mother was widely considered the biggest hussy in the Spokane-Coeur d’Alene area, I was forever doomed to be a nun, lest I follow in her footsteps.
For a long time, I bought into it. As a teenager, I wanted to distance myself as far as I could from Eloise Sharp. While my friends wore tight jeans and short shorts, I kept everything loose and modest. While Mama went on pub crawls, I went to youth group and read the Bible. She went home with a different man every weekend, and I avoided boys like the plague.
And when I finally did have a boyfriend, he was the nicest boy within ten miles. Lucas Forster. A gentle giant. The kind of guy who kept his hand firmly at your waist and nowhere else whenever you kissed. The kind of guy who didn’t even try to cop a feel until I grabbed his hand and put it on my breast after we had been “going out” for at least four months. When he finally took my virginity, on top of my plaid bedspread, we both cried at the loss of my innocence. It was sweet. Safe.
But, of course, there also wasn’t any innocence lost. Because I was never the girl they thought I was, the girl I tried my hardest to be. The second I started driving east, I breathed easier, knowing I didn’t have to perform as some weird ethical balancing weight to my mother’s deviance anymore. And when I got to New York, it took some time, but eventually I got rid of the frumpy clothes, learned to experiment, swung one way, then the other before I finally settled into a version of myself I felt comfortable with.
Until that person was crushed.
I wasn’t a Madonna or a whore. Good girl or bad. Like most women, I was probably somewhere in the middle. But Lucas’s words brought back all the fears that had been swishing around inside me since that terrible night where everything went to hell. That maybe it was me. Maybe I had deserved it.
“That is such bullshit,” I said, standing up. My stomach growled. I needed food twenty minutes ago.
Lucas got up and followed me around the front of the house. “Come on, Maggie, that’s unfair. It’s not like I was one of the ones talking trash about you and her back then. How many times did I come with you to pick her up at Curly’s, huh? I wouldn’t say any of this if I didn’t care, and you know that.”
I whirled around. Lucas was right on my tail, and almost crashed into me. An uncomfortable silence fell between us, and he toed his boot into the ground while I stared at him. He sighed, and then I did too.
It was true. It had been eight years since Lucas and I had dated, and six since we’d seen each other at all. But back then, when Mama was going through one of the bad times, he was always there. There to help me lug my nearly passed out mother out of strangers’ houses. There to pull over so I could help her puke on the side of the road.
He was always there.
“Look,” I said kindly, but still guarded.
Lucas looked down at me, brown eyes hopeful.
“I’m not her,” I said. Aren’t you? A little voice echoed inside. I shook my head. No. I couldn’t start down that road again.
“I didn’t say you were—” Lucas started, but I held up a hand.
“And one dress doesn’t make me a wh-whore, Luke.”
He gulped, and his eyes bugged. “Mags, that’s not what I said.”
“No, but you suggested it. It was a dress, not a vacancy sign, and it’s pretty damn tame compared to what I’ve seen some people wear on stage. Anyway, showing my legs doesn’t make me responsible for how men choose to see me or treat me. And that g-goes for you too.”
Lucas opened his mouth—to argue or apologize, I wasn’t sure which. I also didn’t care.
“I need to eat something,” I told him, grateful when my stutter faded away. “And then I’m going to replace some of the broken steps on the stairs.”
I turned around and started walking back to the house, eager to put the conversation behind me.
“Maggie,” called Lucas. “I’m sorry, okay?”
I raised a hand, but didn’t turn around.
“We’re good,” I called out behind me, though I felt anything but. With every passing minute, I was starting to wonder if coming back here had really been the right thing to do.
7
Lucas left an hour later, but not before leaving me a note on the counter that included an apology and an invite to a bonfire at the inn with some of our old friends from high school the following night. I looked at the Post-it for a lot longer than necessary and thought about tossing it in the garbage, but in the end, I tucked it in my pocket before going back to work. While I wasn’t particularly interested in stepping backwards, the idea of cleaning up after my mother for yet another night sounded depressing.
The next morning, I walked up to the house early for my bike ride with Will and found Mama asleep on the couch, a Bloody Mary half-drunk on the side table. The tip of her nose was tinged with the flush of broken blood vessels.
I picked the glass up and wiped away the water ring with my hand. The only time she didn’t use coasters on her grandmother’s precious furniture was when she was too smashed to think about it. She must have had more than a few admirers last night at Curly’s. Her car wasn’t even in the driveway when I went to pull my bike out of the topside cabin.
But as they had for the last week, the frustrations and clouds of the day, the year—hell, my life, floated away as I coasted down the hill toward the
general store where Will would be waiting. I tried to tell myself I wasn’t excited about spending more than a few minutes with him, but it didn’t work. For better or for worse I was intrigued by this sad, lonely man who had locked himself away on the hillside. I wanted to learn more.
Except he wasn’t there. I waited for thirty minutes by the store, long enough that Cathy came out to check on me carrying a Dixie cup of coffee.
“Hey, hon,” she greeted me, holding her hand over her eyes like a visor. “Getting hot out here, isn’t it?”
I looked up at the sun shining fingers of light through the trees. “Yeah, it is.”
It was only seven thirty, but it was probably close to seventy-five outside. I didn’t want to ride in the late morning heat.
“Who are you waiting for?” Cathy asked curiously as she waved to one of the neighbors down the street out watering her plants.
I looked up and down the road, as if Will might appear from around the bend. But he didn’t. And I was feeling increasingly pathetic.
Well, screw that. I didn’t need a man—even a gorgeous, bearded yeti who somehow made my chest hurt whenever I thought about him. The whole point of coming back here was to get back to myself. A man would only complicate that even more.
“No one,” I said before downing the rest of the coffee. “Just taking a break before the rest of my ride.” I handed the cup back to Cathy and gave her a warm smile. “Thanks for the coffee, Cath. I’ll bring some more eggs for you tomorrow, ’kay?”
Cathy nodded with another bright smile. “Sounds good. Have a good ride!”
I hopped on my bike, determined to put the mishap behind me, and took a left at the fork in the road instead of a right, continuing across the state line to the flat Hauser Lake route instead of the other side of Newman. If I was going to fall off my bike again, there was no way I was going to land anywhere near that hidden cabin in the woods.
I rode a solid twenty miles, enjoying the benefits of the new tires and the equal parts exhaustion and endorphins brought on by intense exercise. It was close to ten by the time I looped back and was winding around the bend toward home. I waved at Cathy as I passed the store, but slowed a little as I saw a caravan of cars coming down the road toward me, led by a familiar, burnt-orange pickup.
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