Once we both find our cliff, we lock hands and jump together without reservation. The free fall goes on and on as I hold her against me.
With her hair in my face and sexy body draped over me, I wrap her tighter in my arms, wanting to say what I’ve never said before, wanting to tell her how she makes me feel, how I do feel. I want to promise to always be there as she finds that release, how I want to be there for everything, the good and the bad...but I know that isn’t what she wants to hear. Not yet. It goes beyond her ‘here and now’ rules.
I know it does, because I’m most certain that what I’m feeling and the way it’s growing stronger by the day is not limited to this moment.
Amanda
“So?” Sally says, leaning her behind against my desk.
“What?” I ask, my attempt at an innocent stare lost on my closest friend.
“It’s been over six weeks. How many times have you seen each other?”
I shrug. “A few.”
Sally pushes on my shoulder. “A few. Damn, the nun has left the building.”
“I-I.” I shift my mouse, bringing my computer screen back to life and deciding if I should answer Cruella or Sally. Looking to my friend, I say, “I think I need to break it off.”
“Why?”
“It feels too real.”
“What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, unsure what I want. “It’s more than that. It’s Jase, too. I feel guilty. He’s having some issues with the new school, and I think it’s because of me. I’ve never left him this often before.”
“Nonsense,” Sally says. “It’s not like you leave him alone. When you leave, it’s either when Jase is spending the night or after he’s gone to bed. He doesn’t even know that it’s me or your parents with him at night. He’s in his bed. You tuck him in and kiss him goodnight. He’s never awakened, not once when I’ve been there. I mean, seriously, that little boy could sleep through an atomic blast.”
That makes me giggle. She’s right. “I know, but it’s not fair to you or Mom and Dad.”
“Then invite this mystery man to your place and no babysitters will be necessary.”
My lips come together. “No.”
Sally lifts her hand in mocked surrender. “Fine. How long do you have to date this guy until we all get to meet him?”
“We’re not dating. We’re just seeing each other.”
“Hmm,” she says suspiciously.
“What?”
“I can see how that’s so different.”
“It is!”
“I get your concern with Jase, but this is me…your best friend. Well,” Sally says, “at least you don’t have to worry about me hounding you anymore about meeting Pep. According to Brian, he’s met someone, someone who...” Her eyebrows wiggle. “...has confirmed that he can get it up.”
I scrunch my nose. “That’s too much information.”
“I don’t mean the woman has called Brian and told him that. It’s just that Pep is always busy with work or this chick. I’d say you missed out, ex-athlete and all. He didn’t get that nickname just because of hockey.” She leans back even farther as her hazel stare scans me up and down. “But looking at your satiated smile, I’ll bet that you don’t care.”
“I don’t. I’m glad to hear Brian’s friend is functional. So is Malcolm.”
Sally takes a staggered step away from my desk as her mouth falls open. “What? You’ve never told me his name before. Are you serious? Is it Malcolm?”
My heart thuds between my spine and ribs, thumping with an unexpected sense of panic. My best friend’s complexion has suddenly gone white as a sheet. It’s as if she’s seen a ghost. “What? Why is that significant?”
“I’m not sure yet. What’s his last name?”
“Peppernick. Malcolm Peppernick.”
“Fuck!” Sally’s hand flies to her lips. “It’s you. It’s him. You're her! Oh my God, wait until I tell Brian.”
“Wait! What? I'm who?”
“Malcolm Peppernick is Pep.”
I shake my head, certain she’s mistaken. “No. He’s not some cocky ex-jock. He’s sweet and knows Disney and reads…He can’t be...” It’s then I realize that Malcolm and I haven’t shared our pasts with each other. We’ve only recently started talking about the present. He knows I work for a financial company. I know he teaches, but I don’t even know the grade or subject. I know he agreed to take over as a soccer coach for someone who’s ill, but I know that only because he slipped and said something about a game last Saturday. But that’s soccer. “I-I…He's never said anything about hockey.”
“Amanda!” Cruella de Vil’s voice comes from a few cubicles away.
I reach for Sally’s hand and speak in a rushed whisper. “Don’t tell Brian.”
“Why?”
I’m not sure why. I’m just not ready.
“I don’t know yet. Just, please.” It’s the last thing I say before Sally dashes away in hopes of saving Dalmatian puppies or at least in hopes of avoiding the villain in the puppy coat.
* * *
Malcolm reaches for my hand as we enter the restaurant. The dim interior with the background music has become one of my favorite places. There may be another reason I like it. It’s where Malcolm and I met.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
I take a deep breath and push down my concerns and worries about Jase. He’s having more problems with school and his teacher. I’ve already had one meeting and multiple telephone calls with Mrs. Williams. I wish I could talk to Malcolm about it, but doing that seems like I’m being unfair. I’m not sure to whom—Jase or Jackson or maybe Malcolm. I can’t burden him with my problems and still keep him and Jase separated. Instead of talking about that, I concentrate on the surprise Sally and I have planned for Malcolm and Brian. As a rule, I’m not a fan of surprises, but since I’m on the knowing end of this one, I’m excited.
“I told you. We’re meeting some friends of mine.”
“But you seem...distracted.”
As I scan the bar, I look for Brian and Sally. Of course, I don’t see them. “Shit. I swear, they’re always late.”
“I hate that,” Malcolm mutters.
My lips tip upward. “Me too.”
“Before I went back to college for teaching," Malcolm says, divulging a little bit of his past that he doesn't know I know, "I had a job that required being on time. Arrival times. Scheduled...” He seems to be searching for what is within our rules to say. “...things that needed to be done and places we needed to go. Anyway, you’d be surprised how many supposed adults had trouble with the simple concept of arriving promptly.”
“There’s a booth,” I say, tilting my head toward an open table.
We walk hand in hand. As I ease into the booth, Malcolm follows on the same side. The warmth of his thigh against mine is comforting. I’d say we’re sitting close and on the same side because we’re meeting Brian and Sally, but we find ourselves this way even when it’s only us. It’s as if after days apart, the distance across the table isn’t simply a few feet, but a chasm neither of us wants to bear.
“I think being late is rude,” I say.
Malcolm winks as he reaches again for my hand. “Being on time has been fortuitous in my recent past.” He looks around the bar. “At this very establishment, as a matter of fact.”
I look down at our entwined fingers and smile. Back up to his eyes, I ask, “Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, you see, I was supposed to meet a nice woman, and instead I met—”
“Are you saying I’m not nice?”
“No, beautiful, I’m saying you’re the whole fucking package. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
How can he, after only a month and half, read me and my feelings so well? “I can’t.”
“Because whatever it is, it’s about your son?”
My chest hurts. I don’t want to keep the two most important men in my life separated, but I can’t disappoint Jase.
I won’t introduce him to someone who at any moment could walk away, especially now that he’s dealing with new pressures at school. “Yes.”
“He’s not ill, is he?”
I’m taken aback by the audible concern in Malcolm’s tone. “No. It’s nothing like that.”
“That’s good. How old is he?”
“Five,” I say with an exaggerated breath.
“Really? What grade is he in? Is he in kindergarten?”
Malcolm’s excitement surprises me. “Yes, but it hasn’t been an easy transition. I was hoping it would go smoother. I’m afraid I’m the one to blame.”
“Why? How are you to blame?”
“My attention has been diverted.”
“I wouldn’t be so quick to assign responsibility. There are many things that can affect the transition to kindergarten. What’s happening, specifically? I know we've agreed not to talk about things too personal such as our jobs, but I work with—”
“No fucking way!” Brian’s voice supersedes our conversation.
I break out in laughter as Sally and Brian approach the table, and Malcolm’s mouth falls open as he stands up to greet them.
Brian is about Malcolm’s age but the exact opposite in appearance. Not as in one is handsome and the other isn’t. It’s that where Malcolm’s hair is dark, Brian’s is light, very light, what some would call a towhead. Looking at the two men standing side by side, they’re built very similarly: tall, broad shoulders, fit bodies with trim waists and solid chests. It’s not hard to believe that they are both former professional athletes.
Sally’s smile and her hazel eyes that I adore are shining as brightly as mine. We wink at one another, relishing our success. We’d figured out what neither one of these two men could or did.
“Brian? What the hell are you...?” Malcolm turns toward Sally and extends his hand. “Sally, it’s nice to see you again.”
“And you too, Pep,” my best friend says with a knowing expression.
Malcolm turns toward me. “Pep is an old nickname, short for Peppernick.” Malcolm scoots back into the booth next to me as Brian and Sally slide in the other side. Malcolm goes on, “Brian and I played hockey…” His words trail as my smile grows. “You know?” He scans the other faces. Only Brian is as confused as Malcolm appears to be.
“We just figured it out the other day when Amanda finally mentioned your name,” Sally explains.
“Wait...these are your friends?” Malcolm asks. “Sally is your friend? You’re Sally’s friend?”
It’s like watching pieces of a puzzle slide together. Like one of those computer games where once the player gets so far and winning is inevitable, the computer does the rest.
Click.
Snap.
Connect.
“Yep,” I reply. “We’ve been friends forever. Actually, she’s my best friend.”
“Hold up! What does this mean? If you’re Sally’s friend, then does it mean that I’m...” Malcolm points to himself. “...the poor sap with erection issues?”
We all burst out laughing.
“No, that doesn’t seem to be a problem.” I whisper my response, hoping that only Malcolm hears, but with the fresh outbreak of laughter and the way my cheeks warm, I’m certain that isn’t the case. And then I have the revelation I hadn’t thought of before. The other half of the equation hits me. I turn toward Brian. “Hey, that means I’m nice, as in uglier than shit?” My eyes open wide and lips purse to the side in a sassy look as I await his response.
“No! I didn’t say that,” Brian speaks fast. “I said nice. I meant nice. Come on, Amanda. You are nice.”
“Amanda?” Malcolm says. “Of course. I think you may have even said her first name. I didn’t fucking put it together.”
“What?” Sally asks.
“Mandy is short for Amanda.”
Sally’s eyes open wide.
I haven’t gone by Mandy since Jackson. The only reason I used that name when Malcolm and I first met was because of what my mother had said. Since then, it’s stuck.
“Yes, it is,” she confirms, eyeing me suspiciously while silently demanding more information.
“Well, fuck,” Brian says with a grin. “Let’s drink on this new development.”
Malcolm nods. “Sure, man, the drinks are on you. You’re going to owe me drinks for a long time for telling women I have issues. Hell, I think you’ll get the dinner bill too.”
Brian shrugs. “I didn’t say you had issues. I said I was concerned.” He reaches across the table and punches Malcolm’s arm. “Friendly concern, that’s all.” He looks directly at me. “I’m glad to know everything is functional.”
My cheeks grow warm again.
“Yep, the nun has left the building,” Sally says with a smirk.
The entire table rings with laughter as the waitress arrives to take our order.
Malcolm
It’s been a little over two weeks since Mandy and Sally enlightened Brian and me to the intrigue of Mandy’s and my first night. In hindsight, I wonder how we hadn’t put it all together. My only excuse is that I was too smitten with Mandy to even consider that she was the nice friend of Sally’s.
I was wrong when I’d worried that Brian was the same as he was years ago. He’s changed too. I’d say we’ve both grown up. Our time together on the team was as they say ‘the time of our life.’ While some people find it hard to move on from those kind of glory days, we both seem to have done it. While I went into teaching, Brian went into physical therapy. He still has some more school to finish—right now he’s a physical therapy assistant—but he’s working as he takes classes to become a physical therapist. Currently, he is working with a center that concentrates primarily on the elderly. He said all those hours spent in ice baths and enduring therapy piqued his interest in the field. He says he owes his ability to walk and rock Sally’s world—okay, he hasn’t totally changed—to the medical trainers and physical therapists who tended to him and his multiple injuries.
It’s a pay-it-forward kind of thing. Now, he wants to do for others what was done for him.
His commitment to his patients is what derailed the blind date. It’s why he and Sally never made it to the restaurant. One of the patients whom he sees regularly had an unexpected fall, injuring himself. When Brian got the call, he felt obligated to check on the elderly man.
Who would have suspected under our slick playboy exteriors there were grown men who could handle real responsibilities?
Now that we’ve all reconnected, Brian and mostly Sally, helped me to nearly accomplish a miracle. Okay, maybe it’s not a miracle. Those are miraculous feats like virgin births and turning water into wine. However, if you ask me, this is close.
I’m very close to accomplishing a never previously attempted feat of gigantic proportions. I’m taking Mandy with me for a weekend out of town. I understand her commitment to her son, but I think she deserves a weekend away, full of fun and pampering. Thankfully, I’m not the only one who feels that way.
The way I see it, Mandy shouldn’t always be the one who takes care of other people. There’s no way I could have made it work without Sally’s help. It’s rather hilarious how Sally ganged up with Mandy’s mother to help me pull this off.
The still yet to be seen part is Mandy’s reaction to it all: she doesn’t know what’s happening yet. She thinks we’re meeting Sally and Brian again for dinner. She’s right, but what she doesn’t know is that the dinner is in Tampa, as in Florida.
The Lightning Bolts are having a special pregame ceremony on Saturday night. It’s the anniversary of the season when we won the Stanley Cup. This ceremony, bringing back members of the championship team, is supposed to be good luck for the season ahead. It doesn’t hurt for PR purposes either. It isn’t my thing, but it gave me a reason to whisk her away.
I glance over to see Mandy looking around as we pull onto the street that leads to the airport. There really isn’t much else in this vicinity. She has to suspect som
ething.
“Malcolm, where are we? I thought we were meeting Sally and Brian.”
“We are.”
I slow as we approach the short-term parking garage.
“At the airport? Why would we have dinner here?”
The gray skies overhead are the reason for her coat and gloves, but where we’re going, she’ll be able to show off her sexy body in sundresses and bathing suits.
“Well, you see, dinner isn’t for another few hours.”
“What?”
“But if you’re hungry, I think we have time to grab an appetizer and drink before we leave.”
Mandy is sitting straighter. Her neck is flexing in that way I’ve learned it does when she’s suddenly nervous or worried. I reach out and touch her thigh. “Don’t worry. It’s a surprise.”
Her lips purse as her head slowly shakes. “No. I don’t like surprises.”
“You’ll like this one...I hope.”
After the gate lifts to the parking garage and I take the little ticket, I continue driving around the circular lot, getting higher and higher until I find a parking space. The entire time I feel her stare on me. “Green three,” I say aloud.
Her head is now shaking vigorously back and forth. “No. I need to be home in the morning. My mom—”
I seize her petite hand, stilling her words. “Your mom knows. Sally helped. Your mom isn’t expecting you until Sunday evening. Sally packed your suitcase.”
“What? No.” Her voice grows louder. “This is ludicrous. You can’t kidnap me. I need to be home for Ja—my son.”
“And you will be, on Sunday before he goes to bed. I’m not kidnapping you. There’s no ransom note. And you can’t be kidnapped if I plan to return you on Sunday. I’m simply borrowing you.”
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