Summer Breeze Kisses

by Addison Moore

  “Right,” I whisper mostly to myself. My heart palpitates unnaturally. My entire body breaks out into a sweat. “The highway? I can’t do the highway.” I sink into the driver’s seat and turn the engine, hoping to God it’ll idle and I’ll be forced to have Roxy and Cole take the damn things. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I hit the street and drive as far down toward the south end of town as possible until I hit that roadwork Cole promised. The highway is coming up ahead, and my entire body gyrates as I tense into a giant bundle of nerves.

  “I’m not the same person,” I mutter under my breath as I try to will myself to change lanes. It’s true. The old me wasn’t just afraid of highways, I was afraid of just about everything—losing my mother, my father, my sister, and brother, losing myself in the midst of a horrible trial by fire my family went through. I was afraid to know Rex. Then I was afraid of falling in love with Rex, which morphed into my fear of sleeping with Rex, and then finally my fear of Rex flat-out leaving me. I suppose in a small way all of my fears came true. Damn my fears. Damn Rex.

  The car behind me lays on its horn as I startle back to reality. Heaven help me. I have a trunk full of six hundred cupcakes. Izzy and Holt are depending on me to make sure their wedding day goes off without a hitch. I’m a big girl. I can’t call Cole and Roxy to rescue me. Besides, knowing the kinky two of them, they’re in the shower together right this sexed-up minute.

  Another agitated honk comes from behind.

  “All right, you asshat, I’m moving!” I shout while attempting to traverse three entire lanes in order to cut off a bus that’s picking up speed. I glide right onto the on-ramp and—holy crap—off I go. It’s only a few miles. I can do this.

  The cars around me zoom by all too fast. My heart picks up pace. My chest tightens, making it that much harder to breathe.

  God, I’m going to have a cardiac episode and die right here on the interstate. No wonder I’ve been so damn afraid of it all my life. Deep down, I knew it would cause my untimely demise!

  Another horn goes off, this one coupled with a finger, as I struggle to merge into traffic, and a black SUV narrowly clips me on the passenger’s side.

  I grip my hands over the wheel as I barrel along with the flow of traffic. My body drips with sweat. I can’t catch my breath, and the sun hits my eyes and blinds me to the road.

  What the hell did I get myself into?

  One thing’s for sure. It’s going to take an act of God to get me out of it.

  Rex

  Once the busses rolled back onto the Whitney Briggs’s campus, last night at eleven fifty-nine p.m., I was more than tempted to bolt straight to Scarlett’s dorm. She wanted space, and I gave it to her. Now it’s my turn to get to say my peace. Of course, my piece involves copious amounts of begging, some degrading groveling, and ends with an incessant plea to let me kiss her feet one last time. It also very much involves spewing the truth as fast and high as Old Faithful. What my mother did was wrong. Hell, what I did was wrong. There is no easy way around this. I don’t know if she’ll forgive me. The only thing I know for sure is that I need Scarlett in my life. I need us to work. We have to. I’m in love with the girl. Those feelings don’t just fade away, not overnight, not over time.

  Saturday afternoon, after some fast talking, her roommate begrudgingly sent me to Briggs Apartments where Cole Brighton, the bartender down at the Black Bear, answers the door.

  “She’s not here.” He’s decked out in a suit as he struggles to adjust his tie.

  “Where is she, man? I need to speak with her. I swear that’s all I’m going to do.”

  “Don’t you dare!” a female voice comes from the back, and Cole winces.

  “Dude, I think you’re cool. You’re one of the good guys.” He shakes his head and cuts the air with his hand. “The wedding is at the Electric Lights Dance Studio. Roxy’s been baking up a storm for the past few days.” He gives a slight wink.

  “Dude, I know where Roxy is—” I stop short. I get it. Someone has to get those sweet treats to the dance studio, and I know just who it is. “Thanks, man.” I slap him over the arm. “I owe you one.”

  The elevator is three floors from where I need it to be so I fly down the stairs. I jump into my truck, punch the studio into my GPS, and take off for the fastest route that leads to Scarlett. The interstate is crowded, which exemplifies the fact there are far too many people in this world. I squint into the sun as a semi glides into my lane from the left, nearly clipping my front end. I circle around him, ready to gift the guy the finger or lay on my horn, both if I’m lucky until I spot a car up ahead wobbling from side to side. A black Jeep that looks startlingly familiar sprays little rubber birds into the air as a tire shreds on the driver’s side.

  “What the—crap, that’s her.” I cut the semi off and land to her left, honking my ass off while carefully forcing her onto the shoulder. Scarlett comes to an abrupt stop, and I swoop my truck in front of hers before jumping out.

  “Rex?” She slams the door and runs in my direction. I meet her halfway and collapse my arms around her, dropping a hard kiss to the top of her head. Her heart drums so hard and fast against mine I can taste her fear. I walk us over to the passenger’s side of my truck, away from the speeding cars around us, away from the rest of the world. Her eyes lock with mine, and I bring my lips close to hers, and she gives the slightest nod. My mouth crashes over hers the way I’ve wanted to for the last few weeks, the way I’ve dreamed of, fantasized, wished for right down to the bone. I’m not leaving her. I’m not letting go.

  Her chest bucks as she kisses me back, her tongue determined yet soft against my own.

  “Rex.” She pulls her lips across my face and pants hard into my ear. “How did you know I was here? What happened to my car? It’s like it was possessed!”

  I cup her face in my palms and steady my gaze over her beautiful features. I’ve been so thirsty for her, to hold her, to see her, and now all I can do is drink her down.

  “You have a flat. Cole hinted at where you might be. Roxy might kill him if she finds out.”

  We share a quiet laugh.

  “She won’t kill him. In fact, I’ll bake him his favorite treat.” Scarlett hikes up on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. “In fact, I’ll bake you yours—only I have no clue how to make donuts. How about we hit Auntie’s and we can talk?” Her mouth rounds out. “Oh my gosh, I almost totally forgot. I have a delivery for a wedding, and I need to be there like now.”

  “Then let’s get there like now.” I steal a kiss off her lips before pulling back. That pained look in my eyes takes over again because I never want to cause this beautiful woman one ounce of pain. “I love you. Please, forgive me for being an ass. My life without you is a dark, cold place that stinks of old sweat socks and body odor.”

  “So, basically, without me, you morph into the men’s locker room?”

  “Exactly.” My lips find hers once again. “Let’s get this cupcake show on the road.”

  We take the cooler from her car, and I drive us down to the dance studio while Scarlett calls the Auto Club to tow her car to the nearest shop.

  “What were you doing on the highway?” I ask as I help her set the display before the guests arrive, which according to the wedding coordinator, spazzing like a fire alarm, is any minute.

  Scarlett shrugs. “Getting over my fears. And, apparently, gaining new ones. I’m officially petrified of ever getting a flat again.”

  “Don’t be. It’s a rare event, and you pulled over to the shoulder like a pro.”

  She crimps a smile. “Like a pro being rammed to the side by a hot quarterback. I’d say that was an act of God if I’ve ever seen one.” Her mouth opens wide. “Hey! That totally was an act of God!” She bites down on her bottom lip, still holding a perfectly frosted cupcake in her hand. “Do you think we’re meant to be, Rex? Like, you know, destiny and all of those good yet slightly unbelievable things?”

  “Yes.” I don’t hesitate. “When our parents in
troduced us last summer, I thought to myself they have it wrong. They shouldn’t be dating. We should.” A deep sigh expels from my chest as I help her set out the very last row. “We were meant to be, Scarlett, but it’s not because some silly fortuneteller whispered it into my ear or I read it off the palm of my hand. I know we’re meant for each other because I can feel it right here.” I bury my fingers in my chest. “My heart whispers it every damn day. I know this much is true.”

  Scarlett gives a slow nod, her eyes never leaving mine. She wraps her arms around me, and we share a kiss that has the ability to turn each one of those pearly white cupcakes a blushing shade of pink.

  She pulls her lips over to my ear. “I love you, Rex Toberman. I really do.”

  We clean up quickly and move toward the front of the establishment where the wedding is underway. Standing at the front of an elaborate floral arch are Izzy and Holt all decked out in their wedding finery. Her dress is full and wide like a cartoon Cinderella with the bell hoopskirt and tiny waist.

  “God, she’s so beautiful!” Scarlett whispers, pulling us behind the last row of ladder back chairs as we watch the nuptials taking place. “She looks like a fairy princess. I totally want a baby’s breath wreath at my wedding. And Holt looks like Prince Charming. I’m dying here.”

  “Don’t die,” I whisper hot into her ear. “I’ll need to see you with that wreath in your hair.” I give a little wink. “I’ll be standing next to you, of course, so I’ll have the best view in the room.”

  “It’ll be outdoors.” She winks back. “There will probably be a compound bow or two involved.”

  “I’m not wearing an apple on my head.”

  A woman seated in front of us turns around and lands a finger to her lips. I give Scarlett’s waist a squeeze, and we strum out a silent laugh. We watch as the minister announces the two of them as husband and wife, and they happily trot down the aisle.

  “That was beautiful.” Scarlett sniffles as tears glisten in her eyes. “So?” She nods up at me, and I have a feeling I know where this is going. “You want to head to the nearest donut shop and you can try to talk your way out of this sticky hole?”

  My gut twists just thinking about how to do just that. “No,” I flatline, and her eyes grow wide by a mile. “I think we should head to the Black Bear for dinner. And I think I know just who we need to invite to join us.”

  The Black Bear is back to its pre-summer population now that school begins in two short weeks. I’m pretty psyched about the games, but I’m even more excited about spending time with the gorgeous redhead I’ve somehow coerced back to my side.

  Scarlett called her father and asked if he would meet her for dinner. I did the same with my mother, and shortly, we’ll have two unsuspecting parents to deal with. Neither of us bothered to mention there would be two additional people joining the party.

  I haven’t said one word in defense of my mother or myself to Scarlett. I figure my odds of digging myself out of this hole are better with another person by my side pleading my case. If anyone would have ever told me, that one day, I’d recruit my mother in helping to save my relationship, I would have accused myself of going off the deep end. I did, of course, right into an ocean of emerald green eyes. Scarlett Kent has the power to drive any man to the brink of insanity.

  “He’s here!” Scarlett jumps and waves her father over. He’s all smiles until he spots yours truly then that happy-go-lucky grin glides right off. “Batter Bits.” He leans in and kisses her on the cheek. “Rex.” He nods amicably my way. “Everything all right?”

  “Rex?” My mother pops up, and poor, unsuspecting Bradley turns in horror. His shoulders sag as if he’s acquiescing to the situation. “What’s going on?”

  “We’re going on.” The words slip out a little harsher than necessary. “Why don’t we take a seat, grab a quick bite, and get everything off our chests?”

  Bradley and my mother enter a quiet standoff before he breaks into a peaceable smile. That kind heart of his pours right through his eyes. “Please, Lynette. I would love to spend the evening with you.”

  She gives a quiet nod, and we each take our seats. My mother and I on one end and Scarlett and her father on the other. Team Toberman versus Team Kent, nothing any of us wants to see. Ironic that Scarlett and I are here bidding for unity, where as far back as a year ago we were anything but.

  Cassidy skips over and stops cold once she spots the four of us. “Um, uh”—she sputters and coughs until Scarlett gives her a nod—“can I take your orders?”

  Scarlett and I order the house nachos to split, the grande version that comes on a platter. Mom orders the salmon—a dish I had no clue they served at the Black Bear, and Bradley gives a thumbs-up as he requests a cheeseburger. Something about his humbled dinner selection makes me like him that much more.

  “So here we are,” I slay the silence once Cassidy takes off. “Let’s start at the beginning and land somewhere near next week at the country club where the two of you will tie the knot.”

  Scarlett reaches across the table and picks up my hands with an approving nod. Who knew we’d practically have to force our parents into walking down the aisle? Of course, we won’t really twist anybody’s arms. We’re just hoping against hope that this wrinkle can somehow iron itself out.

  Scarlett clears her throat. “Should we start at the beginning?”

  My mother takes a breath and closes her eyes. “I was jailed for a time for supposedly giving fraudulent loan information—and, apparently, back taxes owed.” She shakes her head as she blinks back to life. “I was unaware of both. I made restitution and every red cent has been paid back in full both to the bank and the IRS. I spent nine months at a minimum security correctional facility, and I’m here now.” She lifts her chin in defiance. My heart wrenches just thinking of that horrid correctional facility that caged my mother in like an animal. But that’s all water under the bridge—all restitution has been paid in full. I visited her every weekend that she was there, but my father wasn’t as diligent, and since both Knox and Trixie were underage at the time, they didn’t exactly see her for those dark months either.

  “I survived.” She swallows hard. “Although that was a painful time in my life”—she bears hard into Bradley’s tear-filled eyes—“I seem to have caused myself just as much pain, if not more, by letting so much time slip by between now and the first day we met.”

  Bradley’s chest rolls with a sad laugh as he reaches across the table and picks up her hands. “I suppose it’s not the ideal ice breaker on the first date.”

  Her fingers curl tight over his. “But by Christmas, you should have known. It was one excuse after the other with me. I was so thrilled to have your company, and then the holidays were coming, then we went on that ski trip to Aspen. Turks and Caicos was on our heels, and the next thing I knew there was another holiday coming up, and soon enough you proposed. I wondered at that point how I would ever get it out.” Her fingers fumble over her lips a moment. “I foolishly thought I’d tell you a week before the wedding. For some reason, I justified that late date with the fact you wouldn’t let anything get in our way. It felt like such a hiccup—nothing at all that I was trying to hide. We had already signed the prenups, so I knew you wouldn’t think it was your money I was after.” Her other hand finds a home over his. “It was simply you I was after, Bradley Kent. From the moment I met you, I only wanted you.”

  Scarlett buries her face in her hands.

  “She cries at weddings.” I shrug. “You can find out for yourselves next week.” I blink a smile over at my mother.

  “Rex, please.” She closes her eyes.

  “I’ve heard enough,” Bradley says it pleasant enough, but for whatever reason, the words demand our attention. “I mean it.” He brings my mother’s hand to the back of his lips. “I’ve heard all I want or need to hear.” He nods toward Scarlett. “I hear she cries at weddings. I think perhaps we should find out firsthand.”

  “Aw!” Scarlett hops
up and hugs her father. Before I know it, my mother finds her way into Bradley’s arms, and I come around back and enclose them all in a strong embrace.

  “Would you look at this?” Cassidy swoops in, landing a heaping tray of nachos on one end of the table. “Y’all look like one big happy family.” She grins wide at the four of us.

  “One big happy family,” I say with a question in my eyes as I look to Scarlett.

  “I guess that’s what we are.” She shrugs as our parents plant one on each other.

  I pull Scarlett in, and we step away from the two of them for a moment. “I think we did good.” We glance back at the happy couple.

  “I think we did better than good.” Her glittering eyes give their approval. “We saved our family.” She shrugs as if giving in to the idea.

  “I know what I’m about to say might sound wrong, but I really mean it in the very best way.” My arms cinch tight around her waist. Scarlett and I melt into one another as if it were the only thing in the world left to do. “You’ve always felt like family to me.”

  We share a simple kiss and linger, assuring ourselves of what’s to come. Scarlett, then me.

  Exactly in that order.

  Happily Ever After

  Scarlett

  I’ve seen a heartbreak darken my life like a demon’s shadow. I’ve seen families torn apart, sister against sister, daughter against father. I’ve lived it. And, now thanks to Rex, I’ve seen the rainbow that comes after the storm, the quenching dew of forgiveness that swells up within me, strong enough to kick-start my beating heart. Rex has done exactly that. I’m alive again. I’m vibrantly aware of this electric heat between us. More than that, I’m happy. I’m happy with me, and I’m happy with Rex. That’s the way it should be, first fulfilled from within, then my cup runneth over with the outpouring of his love.