Never a Bride: A Short Story

by Traci Hall

  She swallowed, then blinked, keeping hold of her purse. Something about him made her nerves jump. “Uh huh.”

  “Got a spare?” He lowered his hand.

  “Maybe?” Celia panicked, wondering if she could even find the owner’s manual, her car was packed so full. “I’ve only had it a few weeks.”

  “I can look,” he offered. “It’s probably in the trunk.”

  Celia’s stomach knotted. “I would have to take out the suitcases, and I just got here, and,” she took a deep breath, fighting the sensation of being overwhelmed. She couldn’t fail.

  Khanti sniffed. “Leave her alone, Dax. She bought a can of Fix-A-Flat.”

  Dax. What a fitting name, Celia thought. He seemed barely civilized. Gorgeous. Roman?

  He ran a hand through his short curls. “Nah, don’t use that stuff. Let me take a look.” Then he turned to Khanti. “Why can’t Nino help the lady out? It’s obvious she isn’t from around here.”

  Celia felt her face flame. Her lime green sneakers with the pristine white laces matched the print of her Lily shorts and tee. In spite of her designer beach attire, she stood out. Khanti had her own style, and Dax personified relaxed and laid back. Celia was anything but.

  “This is our new neighbor,” Khanti said with a mischievous giggle. “Celia Langford. From–where did you say?”

  “I,” Celia cleared her throat. “I didn’t. I’m from Ohio.”

  “How’d you land here?” Dax asked, as if surprised anybody else might enjoy the oceanfront.

  “Long story. Boring.” She wasn’t telling them her past, for heaven’s sake. She just met them. One thing she didn’t want was more gossip, like she’d left behind. This was a fresh new start. No more embarrassing moments-she’d had enough humiliation for ten lifetimes.

  “Okay.” He shrugged in surrender. “I know when to shut up. Where is Nino, anyway?”

  Celia lifted her sack off the counter and side-stepped closer to the door.

  “Sleeping. He was out at the Hard Rock last night. Winning, he says. Do I see the money?” She shook her finger. “No.”

  “He’s a good guy.” Dax stopped Celia with a hand on her arm, though she’d sworn he’d been looking at Khanti.

  Celia froze in place. When was the last time a man had touched her?

  “I can spray that tire for you. Good to do it before it gets too hot. Summer by the ocean is brutal.”

  He was so close that she could smell his toothpaste. Mint. Celia lifted her shoulders. “No, thank you. I can do it.” There had to be directions on the can. So what if she’d never dealt with a flat tire? Something new to add to her list of things she’d accomplish on her own.

  He held her gaze, his eyes a darker, warmer blue than hers. “Independent women. What’s a southern born guy to do?”

  “Get your coffee,” Khanti suggested.

  Confused, Celia wondered if she’d done something wrong. Then she shook her head and went outside to her car. Dax was right about her independence.

  From her parents, to her husband, she’d never been alone. Now, she had to be.

  *****

  Dax watched the walking advertisement for Women’s Golf Pro Magazine glide toward her car. Blonde, slick hair. Toned arms and calves, like she worked out-in in a gym. God knows that skin had never seen the light of day. It was like she had a book on her head, her back was so straight.

  “A book on her head,” he muttered. “Or a stick up her ass.”

  “Dax!” Khanti said his name as a laughing scold. “She seems nice. Plans on opening a cafe next week. I walked by the place yesterday, but it didn’t seem ready for business. I wonder if she’ll need help?”

  “City girls never let you help them. Not even with a flat tire.” He was unable to tear his eyes away. “What is she doing?”

  Khanti joined him at the window.

  “Well.” She pressed her lips together. “It seems as if she’s putting a layer of blue paper towels on the ground.”

  “Why?” He squinted, not sure he was seeing properly.

  “So she doesn’t get her knees dirty?”

  Dax burst out laughing. “She’s a priss. She won’t last long. People come here with their trust funds thinking they can retire in paradise without any effort.” He cringed as Celia gingerly knelt down by the tire and read the can. Even from so far away, he saw her resolute determination set in the stiffness of her spine.

  “I wish I had this on video.” Khanti stood on tip-toe for a better view. “It would go viral. Look at her shake that thing!”

  Dax groaned, torn between laughing and wanting Celia to stop. His gaze dropped to the curve of her breasts beneath the green t-shirt. She shook that can, and all he could think of was a hand job.

  Khanti too, from the way she snorted. “She’d put our town, this gas station, on the map.”

  Suddenly Celia stopped shaking the can, frowning, and studied the nozzle on the tire. Her shoulders slumped, but she took the nozzle between her fingers and twisted. She pulled it off with a satisfied smile, then realized her fingers were now filthy. She sank back on her heels.

  “She’s gonna come in now, just wait.” Dax crossed his arms, watching like it was reality television. “Say she can’t do it after all.”

  “I don’t know,” Khanti said, wiping tears from her eyes. “She seems pretty intent.”

  Intense.

  Celia adjusted her stance, kneeling on the blue paper towels, holding the can at the suggested angle pictured on the back. She bit her lip, concentrating. In spite of himself, Dax thought of the faces she might make during sex. Would she bite her lower lip? Half-close her eyes?

  He’d had one frigid bitch in his life already–no way would he risk his serenity on another. High-strung women gave a man no peace.

  She took off the lid.

  Up, down. Up, down, repeat.

  Khanti’s shoulders vibrated with laughter. “Why don’t I have my phone? I’m missing out on the million-dollar video.”

  “That would be mean.” Dax moved closer to the window as Celia shook the can for all it was worth. Her entire body got into it–her shapely ass, her boobs, she worked it so hard even her helmet of blonde hair moved.

  “But you being a pervert is okay?”

  He elbowed his friend. “Makes you one too, Khanti.”

  Neither of them budged as Celia finally depressed the lever on the can.

  Without having it firmly affixed to the nozzle on the tire.

  White foam sprayed into the air, startling her. Celia squealed and ducked her head.

  “Let go of the can!” Khanti giggled, holding her belly. “She’s got to let it go.”

  A mass of white foamed the air above Celia’s head like a dense cloud. Dax laughed so hard he fell into the window, catching Celia’s attention. She turned toward them.

  “Oh shit,” he quickly sobered. “Here she comes.” Her eyes were huge, shimmering like a tide pool, her body rigid with indignation.

  Celia marched into the store. Dax jumped back, his hands out to his sides.

  White foam clung to her hair, but her jaw was set and her pert nose lifted with pride. “Are you two laughing at me?”

  Khanti toned her giggles into snickers.

  Dax gulped a chuckle that hurt his throat. “We, I,” he said. God, he shouldn’t have gotten carried away at her antics.

  “I see. You are laughing at me.” She straightened her shoulders, her expression hurt as well as angry. “I did nothing to deserve being the butt of your jokes.” Her chin tilted at an impossible angle. “I find it rude, and hardly fitting with your friendly home-town vibe.”

  Dax stepped forward, sorry. Damn, he was sorry. “Celia, here. Let me. You have something in your hair.” He pulled the blob of white foam free as Khanti hooted into the bags of potato chips.

  Celia simultaneously burst into tears and pushed his arm away.

  “Oh, God,” Celia said, her tone mo
rtified. She sniffed, then patted the spot on Dax’s arm where she’d shoved him. A quick touch, as if she didn’t want any contact at all. “I don’t usually do that. I mean, go around and hit people. Or cry. I don’t usually do that either.”

  “No worries. I have a sister who knows how to really punch.”

  She frowned at him, uncertain. Her body gave off a frenetic energy that he knew he was partially at fault for.

  “I feel bad for laughing,” Dax said. “How about you pull your car by the garage, so Nino can fix the tire when he comes in? I’ll take you home.”

  She rubbed her hands together, then stopped as she realized she was making it worse. “I don’t need your pity.”

  Dax stepped back at her sharp tone. “I’m just being neighborly. Where do you live?”

  “I can call a taxi,” Celia said.

  “Why would you do that? It’s a waste of money and time.” Dax swallowed his annoyance. He wanted to make things right.

  Khanti, now under control, stood next to him. “Caspian’s Nest isn’t far, Celia. And it’ll be a few hours before Nino is able to fix your tire. Let Dax run you over.”

  Celia eyed them both with faint suspicion. “I have luggage in the trunk.”

  “Nobody will break into your car,” Khanti said. “Besides, I can see it from the window. Just take what you need. A change of clothes or something.”

  Celia shifted from one foot to the next. After a full minute of silent deliberation, she released a held breath. Did she always take so long to make up her mind about stuff?

  “Okay,” she said. “It might be nice to get settled.”

  “Wait right here,” Dax said. “I’ll get my jeep.”

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