by Ward Parker
“I just thought we deserved to celebrate,” he said. “The truce between humanoids and reptiles has held. Your mother’s kidneys are working properly. You survived a murder attempt. It’s a lot to celebrate. I wanted to buy you a greeting card, but they don’t have any that cover those happy moments.”
“They must have ‘I’m so glad you weren’t murdered’ cards, don’t they? Did you look in the ‘Get Well Soon’ section?”
“I did. We’ll just have to supply our own trite sentiments.” His face grew serious. “But please don’t get yourself into danger like that again. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
Missy wasn’t one for overdone emotion. She usually reverted to humor in situations like this. But she was still haunted by how close she had come to being drowned by a man she liked and trusted.
Matt seemed to realize it was time to change the subject.
“Are you and your mother on friendly terms now?” he asked.
“As friendly as she is capable of. She’s a narcissistic, selfish woman with a strong streak of evil in her. Not someone you can get really close to. And I don’t really want to. Mabel, my adoptive mother, is still alive. She raised me and is my true mother in my eyes. If I’m going to spend a holiday with a mother, it’s going to be her.”
“It can’t be so bad to have two mothers. I have zero.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Matt lost his mother several years ago.
“I don’t see Dad as often as I should,” he said, “though I’ve tried to convince him to move down to Florida. If I ever get married someday, he’ll want to be nearby.”
He looked at her strangely.
Marriage was not something she wanted to discuss.
“So, how’s your bullet wound?” she asked.
“My bullet wound? The dragon completely healed it. You know that.”
“Yes. But sometimes people with healed wounds feel phantom pain. Or itching. Or something.”
Matt’s eyes showed he knew why she changed the subject.
“So,” he said, his eyes pointed off at an angle as he searched for another topic, “is the Reptilian conspiracy finally tamped out at Squid Tower.”
“I believe so. But you never know with these things.”
She didn’t want to tell him about encountering an actual Reptilian. She didn’t want to tell anyone. Ever.
Time for another subject change.
“These oysters sure are good, aren’t they?” she asked.
Matt smiled and nodded.
Dinner went by with the smallest of small talk. When the check arrived, Matt insisted on paying for it.
“But we always split the bill,” Missy said.
“We’re not going to tonight. I’ve got this.”
“Why? I didn’t do any favors for you. In fact, I should pick it up to pay you back for being seriously injured twice because of what I dragged you into. Besides being shot, you also received burns from the dragon fire.”
“That was all part of our agreement. I’m buying dinner tonight, okay?”
“Are you trying to turn this into a date?”
“Hey, you’re the one who proposed carnal activities.”
“Ah, now the fancy dinner all makes sense,” she said.
After Matt paid the bill, he suggested they walk out onto the dock built for diners who arrived by boat. Aside from small lights on the surface of the dock pointing toward the water, it was dark enough to get a magnificent view of the star-laden sky.
“Beautiful,” Matt said.
“It is.”
“No, I was talking about you.”
“Thank you. But I don’t fall for that mushy stuff. I’m a nurse. I used to work in the ICU where patients could die on me. Now, I take blood-pressure readings of ancient vampires. There’s no mushiness in my life.”
“You’ve built up a hard exterior,” Matt said, “but you have a big heart.”
They stood there silently for a long time. It was breezy, so the wind kept the restaurant noise from drifting their way. No boats passed by. It was just the two of them, the salt air, and the billions of stars.
Missy was getting cold from the wind. She wished Matt would put his arm around her.
And then, he did.
She nestled into the crook of his arm, where she felt warmer. And needed. And less alone.
She had absolutely no desire to make a snarky comment like she normally would do. She simply stood there and enjoyed the night and the arm around her.
“That big heart of yours . . .”
Matt didn’t finish the sentence because his mouth was upon hers. The kiss was long and hot, and she didn’t even mind the tickling from his beard. When he finally released her lips, he finished his sentence.
“That big heart of yours—I want it to fall for me. Someday, at least.”
She didn’t know what to say.
“I want to kiss you again, but I’m not going to take you up on your offer to be a friend with benefits. It would be fun, but I’m just a small-town boy with old-fashioned ideas.”
“No, you’re not!”
He laughed. “Right. I read that on one of the greeting cards. What I mean to say is, I don’t want to end up in your bed before I’m in your heart. I’ll continue to be your buddy and get into ridiculous situations with you as we chase monsters around. I won’t moon about and make you feel uncomfortable. I’ll just be regular Matt, until the day comes when you fall in love with me. Maybe you never will. But I’ll live with it. I’ll still be regular Matt.”
He stepped back to face her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“Regular Matt,” he said, “who gets to kiss you.”
He pulled her toward him and kissed her again, with less heat, more sweetness.
“Okay, Regular Matt,” she said. “Sounds like a plan.”
She had no intention of falling in love again. But, after seeing a Reptilian jump off a fourth-floor balcony and run into the ocean, she knew anything could happen.
THE END
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Ward is a Florida native and author of the Freaky Florida series, a romp through the Sunshine State with witches, vampires, werewolves, dragons, and other bizarre, mythical creatures such as #FloridaMan. He also pens the Memory Guild midlife paranormal mysteries, the Zeke Adams Florida-noir mysteries, and The Teratologist historical supernatural thrillers. Connect with him on social media with the links below. Twitter (@wardparker), Facebook (wardparkerauthor), BookBub, Goodreads, or wardparker.com.
ALSO BY WARD PARKER
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“Gods and Reptiles,” a Lovecraftian short story. Buy it here: US UK CA
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