Bailey And The Bad Boy

by R. Linda

  Mrs. Romanov didn’t come out of the kitchen. She must have been giving us space. I just wanted him to leave. It was too painful having him this close.

  “Look, I just want to apologise. I should never have treated you the way I did. I should never have dragged our relationship out so long in the hopes of—”

  I cut him off there, not wanting an apology. I didn’t need an apology. I didn’t need anything from him. I was too angry and hurt to forgive him yet, if ever. I heard the bell from the front door opening, but I didn’t care if anyone could hear us anymore. I was so mad at him for having the gall to show up at my work to try to talk to me like he cared.

  “So you’re apologising for dragging our relationship out? In the hopes of what, Chace? That the sex would improve? Is that why you hung around so long?” He looked surprised at my words. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. Ha, I was right. The stupid loser only stayed with me for the last couple of months to see if the sex would get better. That hurt like a knife in the chest. My mind was running a million miles an hour, and I wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying. “Well, guess what, Chace? It did get better. A whole hell of a lot better. Just not with you,” I shouted and watched as his face paled. Way to go, Bailey. Damn it! Why did I just say that?

  “You mean, you and…and…you and Ryder?” he stuttered, turning a terrible shade of green. I heard someone clear their throat behind him. Oh God, someone heard that!

  “Well, clearly she means me. She did just say the sex got better, didn’t she?” Ryder strolled over, smirking arrogantly. “Your loss, man. She’s ah-maze-ing.” I was sure I heard a giggle coming from the bookcases by the kitchen.

  Oh crap! Mrs. Romanov heard that too. My cheeks warmed up. The look on Chace’s face when Ryder confirmed it was priceless. If I weren’t so angry and attempting to hold back tears, I’d have been laughing at him right then.

  “Hi, beautiful.” Ryder smiled slightly and dipped his head. He pressed his lips to my cheek and wound his arms around my waist, and for the briefest second, I forgot where I was and who was watching as I relaxed into his arms. Wow. He was good.

  “I went to your house, and your mum said you were here, so I thought I’d see if you wanted to get some dinner?” I gripped onto his shirt, holding myself as close to him as I could, and nodded in agreement. I was so mad at Chace and stunned at Ryder showing up that I didn’t even question him about going to my house.

  I hadn’t introduced him to my mother yet because that was a big step in a relationship—meeting the family—and we weren’t in a real relationship.

  “You can go now,” Ryder said over his shoulder to Chace while also watching me warily, apparently concerned about my reaction since, you know, I’d had about fifty panic attacks that day. Jeez, he must think I’m a nutcase.

  “No, we were talking. You can leave. B and I have a few things to discuss. Don’t we, B?” I tensed at the use of that letter. He just didn’t get it. He never did. Ryder looked at me with his eyebrow raised, as if silently asking me if I wanted to talk with Chace. I shook my head and rested it on his chest so he knew I wanted him to stay there with me.

  “Okay,” he whispered, giving my waist a small but reassuring squeeze before unwinding his arms and stepping away from me. My eyes burned with tears trying to escape, but I wouldn’t give Chace the satisfaction of seeing me cry over him again.

  “Don’t call her B.” Ryder turned and stepped toward Chace. Chace flinched slightly at the venom in Ryder’s voice but squared his shoulders to hide the fact he was obviously intimidated. “I’m not leaving her here with you. You have nothing at all to talk about, so I suggest you leave before I make you.” His voice was low and slow the entire time, sending a chill up my spine. If I had been where Chace was standing, I’d probably have wet myself. Ryder was scary.

  “You’ll leave her. You’ll get bored with her soon enough. You know how it is.” Chace’s lip curled up into a sneer, and I let out a small whimper. That hurt. A lot. Was he always such a hurtful person? I got the feeling there was a double meaning behind that comment, but before I could even wrap my head around what Chace had just said, I saw Ryder’s arm pull back and snap forward. A sickening crunch sounded through the store when his fist connected with Chace’s face.

  I gasped in shock and rushed over to check that he was okay. Clasping his wrist in my hands, I inspected Ryder’s knuckles for signs of injury, but they looked fine. Not a scratch. Apparently, he knew how to throw a punch. “Are you okay?” I asked him. He nodded slightly, still glaring at Chace.

  “Last time, Chace. Don’t come near her again.” Chace was sitting on the floor, groaning in pain with his hands covering his face. Ryder wrapped his arm around my waist and led me toward the door before shouting back over his shoulder. “Sorry, Mrs. R. See you tomorrow.”

  “Don’t worry, son. You kids have fun.” Mrs. Romanov came out from behind the bookcase with a big smile on her face before looking at Chace in disgust.

  “Don’t get blood on my floor,” she said before returning to the kitchen, showing him no sympathy. We walked outside, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Ryder’s arm around my waist soothed me again. I couldn’t believe he had punched Chace. That was kind of sweet. And a little…sexy?

  “You sure you’re okay?” I asked him again, picking up the hand that should be injured.

  “Yes, don’t worry. I’ve done this plenty of times before. Do you want to grab some dinner or want me to take you home?” He turned to look at me, a small smile on his lips.

  “Dinner, please,” I said, releasing his hand and following him to his car.

  Chapter Nine

  Ryder took me to an all-night diner just outside of town. It was part of the roadhouse on the highway that went straight past Blackhill.

  “I didn’t even know this place was here,” I said to him as he pulled open the grubby glass door and gestured for me to enter. The smell of brewed coffee and fried meat hit me as soon as I stepped inside.

  “Best burgers in the state,” he whispered in my ear as he leant down. I felt his hand on the bottom of my back as he gently pushed me toward a booth in the corner. I looked around the diner while we waited for the waitress to come and take our orders. The whole place was done in lime green and chrome, but it had a very fifties retro feel to it. I liked it.

  “Best burgers? Really?” I asked him as he sat across from me, playing with the saltshaker.

  “Yep, usually. But tonight, I think they’re gonna suck.” He laughed and looked over my shoulder.

  “Why do you think that?” I was confused as to why the burgers would be no good if they were the best in the state and why he’d taken me there if the food wasn’t going to be good. He was acting very weird.

  “Well, the cook who makes the best burgers isn’t on tonight. It’s his night off, so we’re stuck with—Oh, hey, Johnny!” Ryder smiled, and I looked up to see a man approach us with a spatula in his hand and a very greasy apron around his waist. “We’re stuck with Johnny’s awful cooking.”

  “Ryder, you can’t say that.” I glared at him, hardly believing he could be so rude, especially when the cook was standing right next to our table. But Ryder just laughed, and so did Johnny. I frowned.

  “Ah, don’t listen to anything this boy says, pretty lady.” Johnny winked at me. “He’s just jealous and wishes he could cook like me. Two orders, kid?” Johnny nudged Ryder in the shoulder. What did Johnny mean—cook like him?

  “Thanks, man.” Ryder tilted his chin in acknowledgement.

  “Sure, sure. You going to introduce me to your friend here, or should I introduce myself?”

  “Johnny, this is Bailey, a…a…uhm…” Ryder looked at me with wide eyes. He didn’t know what to introduce me as. A friend? A girlfriend? A fake girlfriend?

  “A friend from school.” I smiled and answered for him. It was the simplest explanation.

  “Uh-huh…Bailey? I’ve heard—” Johnny started to say som
ething, but Ryder cut him off.

  “Bailey, this is Johnny. He’s the cook here most days. And my very busy boss who should be back there behind the grill and not out here annoying the customers.” Ryder stared at Johnny. I looked between them both and tried to work out what was going on. Johnny had a small smirk on his face as if he was hiding something. Ryder was glaring at him with a clenched jaw.

  “Well, it was great to meet you, pretty Bailey, but you heard the kid. I got burgers to fry.” He smiled and walked off back toward the kitchen, whistling the tune from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work I go.

  I turned to Ryder, and he winced slightly. “Sorry about him. He can be a real fu—”

  “It’s okay. I liked him. So you work here, huh?” I didn’t even know he had a job.

  “Yeah, I started here a few years ago as a way of paying for the damage I caused. But then drama happened and the cash came in handy, so I stayed. It’s a good place. Johnny is the greatest,” he said, somewhat cryptically.

  “Damage?” I asked, but I was more interested in knowing about the drama.

  “Yeah, here.” He moved the napkin holder and the small tray holding the sugar jar and salt and pepper out of the way. He lifted the ketchup and mustard bottles and pointed at the table. I leant in closer to see what he was showing me, and that was when I saw Ryder’s name carved into the green Formica tabletop.

  It was rough and jagged, like he’d been using a blunt knife, but it was there. And so was the heart directly under his name. I didn’t know if the heart was from him or if someone had added to it later. It wasn’t carved as deep as his name.

  “Ryder loves?” I smirked at him, waiting for him to respond.

  “Ah, no one. It was a long time ago. I was a stupid kid with a stupid crush.” If I wasn’t mistaken, his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. Oh my God. I made Ryder Jones blush.

  “Okay. But I thought you had to fix the damage. It’s still there.”

  “No, I said I had to pay for the damage, not fix it. Johnny decided to leave it there as a reminder to me of…of…” He trailed off, not wanting to discuss it further. It was obviously a touchy subject, so I decided not to push it.

  “And you make the best burgers in the state, huh?”

  “Hell yeah, I do. You’ll see one day. I’ll cook for you.” He smiled widely. I had no choice but to smile back. When he smiled that big and that brightly, it was like a force of nature. You couldn’t help but feel happy, too.

  “I like to see you smile, Bailey. You should do it more.”

  “I don’t have a lot to smile about these days, Ryder. Except you,” I told him honestly.

  “Well then, I’m just going to have to work harder to get you to smile more then.” He stared at me for a moment while I tried to figure out what he was thinking—why he would care if I smiled or not. I was no one to him. We hadn’t spoken in years until that day in the parking lot last year.

  “Ryder, sweetie, it’s good to see you.” A voice interrupted our staring match. I jerked back in surprise, not even noticing I had been staring straight back at him.

  “Hi, Julie. This is—” Ryder sat back and smiled at the waitress, who was carrying two plates, each loaded with a burger and fries.

  “Bailey. I know. I heard.” She smiled and set a plate down in front of me before doing the same for Ryder. I didn’t miss the sneaky wink she gave him as she turned to the table behind us. Ryder blushed. Ew! She was old enough to be his mother.

  “So she’s…?” I started to ask him, but I didn’t know what I wanted to ask. I knew Ryder had a reputation with the girls at school, but did it go beyond that? Did it extend to older women as well? Surely not!

  “She’s Johnny’s wife. They own this place,” he said, taking a bite out of his burger.

  “Oh right. What was with the wink?” I decided just to throw it out there and ask, hoping that it meant nothing.

  “You saw that, huh?”

  I nodded and placed a fry in my mouth while I waited for him to explain.

  “That was, uhm…nothing. Johnny’s got a big mouth. He would have run straight out the back to Julie and told her I was here with a cute girl, that’s all.” Ryder shrugged and continued eating his burger. Johnny’s eyes did light up when Ryder introduced me. Like he was shocked that Ryder had brought a girl or something.

  Ryder thought I was cute?

  “Try your burger, Bailey,” Ryder said as I picked up another fry. I dropped the fry and rolled my eyes at him before grabbing the burger and taking a huge bite. I almost moaned, it was so good. No, scratch that. I did moan.

  “Oh my God.” My eyes rolled back into my head as I chewed slowly, savouring the taste of the juicy burger.

  “Good?” Ryder asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

  “So good,” I mumbled through another bite.

  “Damn, I can’t wait for you to try mine then.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  “Shut up.” I laughed and threw a fry at him, which he somehow managed to catch in his mouth.

  After we’d finished eating and said goodbye to Johnny and Julie, Ryder grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

  “I want to show you something.” He started running, pulling me along behind him. We ran down the side of the Roadhouse and around the back to a field.

  “Ryder, where are we going?” I asked, pulling him to a stop. It was dark out, and the smell of grass was tickling my nose. As I looked around the open area, there was nothing but a water tower.

  “There.” Ryder pointed to the tower and pulled on my arm again. We ran through the grass into the quiet night. The only sounds I could hear was our heavy breathing and the crickets chirping in the distance. When we reached the tower, I turned to look at Ryder. He was smiling like a kid at Christmas.

  “Come on.” He started climbing the ladder that led to the top of the water tower. Uh…no, I don’t think so. I wasn’t afraid of heights or anything. I was scared of falling to my death. “Bailey, come on. It’s safe. You’ll be okay,” he called down to me when he realised I wasn’t climbing after him. I stared up at him, and he stared down at me. I heard him sigh before starting to climb back down.

  “I’m sorry, but it’s dark, and what if I fall?” I said as he jumped off the ladder to land in front of me.

  “You won’t fall. What if you climb first and I follow? That way I can catch you or at least fall with you and break your fall,” he suggested heroically. Dammit, he had that smile on his face again. The one that made me smile. The one that would have made me agree to anything. Even falling to my death.

  So I climbed the ladder with Ryder right behind me. “You know, I’m quite enjoying this view,” he called out to me. I looked down to see him staring up at me with a giant grin on his face.

  Whoa, big mistake! I realised how high we were and entirely forgot that Ryder was checking me out as I climbed. All I could see was the forty thousand-foot drop to my death. I hugged myself to the ladder and couldn’t move. I froze as the world started spinning, threatening to throw me off the ladder. My breathing shallowed out again, and I gasped for air.

  “Damn, Bailey.” I heard Ryder’s voice, but he sounded muffled, like he was far away. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that I was on the ground. On the stable, even ground. But I couldn’t. I could feel the wind whipping around me, making me shiver and tremble from fear and cold. My eyes were burning from the unshed tears that were trying to spill out. I was going to die just shy of my eighteenth birthday.

  The wind suddenly stopped, and I felt warm. I felt protected. Sheltered. I felt safe. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped. I saw Ryder’s hands reach out and wrap themselves around mine on the ladder. The world stopped spinning when I realised his body was pressed against mine, shielding me from the wind. He was taller than me, so his feet were on the rung below mine, allowing him to wrap his body protectively around me and for us both to fit in the same small space.

  “I’m sorry,
Bailey. I shouldn’t have brought you up here,” he whispered in my ear.

  “It’s okay…I just need to breathe.” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “And not look down.”

  Making me gasp, Ryder released one of his hands from the rung we were holding. “Ryder, no! Are you crazy?” I all but shouted at him. I hugged myself to the ladder a little tighter.

  “Shh…it’s okay,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. That was it. He just held me until I stopped panicking and until I could breathe again. As my heart slowed down and my breaths were a little more even, Ryder asked, “Do you think you can climb the rest of the way? We’re so close to the top.”

  I licked my parched lips, looked up, and realised we were only about ten feet from the top. “I think so.”

  “I’ll be right here with you. Climb with me.” He unwrapped his arm from my waist and placed it back over my hand. I was gripping onto the ladder so tightly my knuckles were white.

  “Okay,” I said and let him make the first move. He grasped my right hand in his and lifted it to the rung above. I felt his knee nudge the back of my leg telling me to raise it. I carefully lifted my right leg to the next highest rung, and he did the same. He moved my left hand next and followed with his left leg, always keeping his feet on the level below mine. It was slow going, but we made it to the top in a few minutes.

  I quickly shuffled back so I was pressed against the water tank as far from the edge as possible. Ryder moved to sit beside me. He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed my hand and held it in his. We sat there for the longest time not talking, and it wasn’t uncomfortable. I found that throughout our time together, I could sit with Ryder for hours and not talk. We didn’t need to speak all the time. We were comfortable doing whatever with each other. We would quite often just sit in the bookstore and read side by side. It was like that now.

  “I’m sorry, Bailey. I just—” He started to apologise. He looked so tense and angry with himself.

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have looked down, that’s all. I’m okay now. Thank you for helping me.” I smiled at him, and he seemed to relax instantly, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the tank. “How did you know?”