Julian (Beautiful Mine #1) (7 page)

I heard a buzz from across the table and realized he’d left his phone. I flipped around to see him standing up at the cash register, paying, and I reached across the table and grabbed his phone. I deserved to know who was so damn important that it warranted him spoiling our little evening together.

The screen showed a new text from someone named Elise that read, “Don’t ignore me. Big mistake.”

Great, he’s been texting a girl for the last ten minutes.
I sighed.
Clearly, they’re fighting. It’s probably his girlfriend back at Vanderbilt. I should’ve known.

Spencer returned to the table and stuffed his wallet into his back pocket. “Ready?”

I scooted out from the booth, slinging my bag over my shoulder and grateful that we were getting the hell out of there.

“Did I say something tonight that upset you?” he asked as we shuffled through the snow on our way back to his Range Rover.

I shrugged. “You just seemed a little distracted tonight.”

We climbed in the car, and he turned the radio on with the volume low. I took it as a sign that he didn’t want to talk anymore. I rolled my eyes and stared out the passenger window, mentally calculating how many minutes we were from my car down at Mulligan’s. I half hoped he’d notice that something was bothering me, but he never did. Once again, nothing had changed.

He pulled up to Mulligan’s next to my parked, snow-covered car.

“Thanks for dinner,” I mumbled as I climbed out and slammed the door. I hated leaving things on a sour note with him, but he’d ruined our date. Years of deep longing to prove to him that he’d make a mistake, and we were about to leave things right where they’d been for years. The deafening silence that had remained between us for years was going to be our fate.

“Yeah, it was good seeing you,” Spencer yelled from the rolled down window. “Keep in touch.”

My breath grew labored and I saw nothing but red. It was clear as day that Spencer Goodwin was still the jerk he had always been. I was mad at myself for believing for one second that he still loved me, that he’d changed, that he’d missed me. I’d mistakenly thought we were finally getting that second chance I’d dreamed about.

I fished my keys from the depths of my purse as the soft click of his car door sounded from behind me. “Evie, wait.”

I turned around to find him standing there under the glow of the streetlamp with his hands in his pockets.

“Look,” he began. His expression was pained and engaging all at the same time. He ran his fingers through his rust-colored hair and rested his hand on the back of his neck. “I’m going through some things right now. I’m really confused. I just don’t want you hurt you again like I did before. You don’t deserve that. Please, just be patient with me.”

Spencer leaned over and scooped my face in the palms of his hands. I turned my face from his, but he turned it back, planting a single, tender kiss on my ice cold lips.

JULIAN

The smell was all too familiar: staleness; bleach; despair. To anyone else, it would’ve been a foreign scent, but to me it was just as oddly comforting as home. I’d been here hundreds of times before, lying on a thin hospital mattress, covered by thin, white sheets as machines beeped around me and nurses checked on me around the clock. I’d woken to an empty hospital room, half hoping Evie would be sitting by my bed, worrying about me, but I was pretty sure she was out with that dick ex-boyfriend of hers, fawning over every douchebag thing that fell out of his stupid mouth.

I didn’t care so much that she wasn’t with me. I just didn’t want her to be with him. She deserved better, and she didn’t even fucking realize it. That was what killed me.

I closed my eyes, shutting out the faint glow of the hall light that trickled in through my half-opened hospital room door. I needed to force myself to sleep, to shut out the world, and I was damn good at that.

“He’s in here?” the faint, sweet voice I’d recognize anywhere echoed from outside in the hall.

“Visiting hours are almost over,” a nurse said in a low voice, “but you can go ahead and go in. Just be quiet. He’s resting.”

“Have his parents been here?” she asked the nurse.

The nurse paused. “You don’t know them very well yet, do you?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“They said they’d send someone to come get him in the morning.” The nurse’s footsteps trailed down the hall.

I shut my eyes, pretending to sleep, and listened as Evie quietly shuffled in, sat her things down, and pulled a chair up to my bedside. Through fluttering eyelids, I watched as she grabbed a blanket and cozied up next to me. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was settling in.

And then I heard sniffling. She was crying. The soft stroke of her hand across my cheek as it traced the outline of my jaw and then the way her fingers raked through my dark hair sent shivers down my spine. And as if none of that was enough, she leaned down and kissed me, sweetly and delicately, on the lips. Not the forehead. Not the cheek. The lips.

I listened as she backed away, sniffled, and settled back into her chair. I could feel her watching me, her pretty blue eyes washing over the vision of me lying still and quiet in a hospital bed. No one had ever hung out next to me or watched me the way she did. Suddenly, I could rest easy. I let the night consume me as the beeping of the heart monitor lulled us both to sleep. I knew she’d be there when I woke up.

Sunlight peeked through the blinds the following morning, and I awoke to Evie sitting up in the chair, massaging an ache in her back. “Ow.”

“You came,” I said, fully alert and appreciating the beauty sitting across from me bathed in early morning sunlight. “I didn’t think you would.”

“You must’ve had quite the fall,” she said. “I was pretty worried about you. I found you unconscious on the floor by your bed. How’d you fall, anyway?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, averting my eyes.

“Were you trying to stop me from going on my date, or something?” she joked.

“I said it doesn’t matter,” I snipped, my words biting her sweet nature and taking the smile right off her face.

“You
were
trying to stop me, weren’t you?” she asked as she studied my face.

I shrugged, looking down.

“So you buzzed me, and when I didn’t come right away, you decided to get out of bed on your own and you fell? Wait. That doesn’t make sense,” she thought out loud. “Just yesterday morning, you were getting around fine.”

“Just forget it,” I mumbled. “I’m fine now. Let’s move on.”

“Julian,” she said, squaring up to me. “Did you purposely hurt yourself so that I’d have to cancel my date and stay with you?”

She’d nailed it. She barely knew me, but she knew me better than anyone else.

“Love makes you do crazy things, right?” I said with an ironic laugh. My eyes focused on the white hospital linens, unable to meet the laser-sharp glare burning into me.

“You don’t love me,” she said gently. “You just think you do. That’s really fucked up, what you did. Don’t ever do that again.”

She grabbed her purse and stood to leave the room.

“Where you going?” I called after her.

“I’m signing you out,” she said in a no-nonsense sort of way. “You seem fine to me.”

Fifteen minutes later, Evie returned, pushing a wheelchair with a clipboard of paperwork under her arm.

“Let’s go,” she said as she flung the covers off me, exposing my bare legs sticking out from the hospital gown. “Let’s change your clothes and go.”

“I can dress myself,” I said.

“Obviously, you can’t,” she fired back, her voice full of heat. “I can’t have you falling again. Not on my watch.”

“No, really, Evie. I’m dressing myself,” I said. “It’s weird having you dress me.”

“I’m your nurse. It’s not weird at all,” she argued. “You’re acting like it’s the first time.”

“I don’t think of you as just my nurse,” I said. “Not anymore.”

“Rest assured that I am your nurse, and that’s all I’ll ever be,” she said. Then her face softened. She had likely underestimated the harshness of the words that just came out of her mouth.

“If that’s how you feel, then why were you crying last night?” I asked her.

“You were awake?” she asked, her face twisting into an even angrier glare. “What the hell is wrong with you, Julian? You’re acting like a crazy person.”

“Why were you crying?” I pressed her. I had to know.

“Because I thought it was shitty that your parents didn’t come see you,” she sighed. “I don’t know. It just… sort of struck a chord with me.”

An old, matronly nurse popped her head into the door. “Everything okay in here, you two?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” I assured her. She lingered for a bit, shifting her gaze between the two of us before leaving.

“I’ll let you dress yourself, but I’m staying in the room,” Evie said, arms crossed.

“Turn your back,” I instructed as I slid out of the bed and grabbed my clothes out of a white, plastic sack on the nightstand, carefully slipping them on. “Okay, you can turn around now.”

“You did it,” she said, astounded, her anger fleeting for a quick second. “I’m impressed. Still mad at you. But impressed.”

“I’ve been practicing,” I admitted. The clothes clung onto my growing physique, tighter than ever. “Getting stronger.”

“Is that how you fell last night?” she asked.

“Not exactly,” I said. “Again, Evie, it really doesn’t matter.”

We left the hospital in her little red car with the rusting bumper and the loud exhaust.

“I’m going to stop at a drive-thru and get us breakfast. I don’t feel like cooking today,” she announced as she pulled into a fast food joint.

“We just ate fast food earlier this week,” I objected.

“Where I’m from, we eat it at least once a week,” she said, not budging. “Your body will adapt. It’s not going to kill you this once. Actually, I’m going to order you the fluffiest, fattiest, greasiest sausage, egg and cheese biscuit you’ve ever had in your entire life. I’m not done plumping you up yet.”

I groaned at the thought, clutching my stomach, which then began to rumble. I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before.

“And you’re going to choke down some greasy, salty hash browns and wash it all down with a gigantic, sugary Coke.”

“I can feel my arteries clogging already,” I replied, cracking a brief smile.

“I just thought of something,” Evie said. “You’ve gained, what, ten pounds or so in the last couple weeks?”

“Probably.”

“And you’re getting stronger and stronger, more independent,” she continued.

“Okay, and your point?”

“We’re on the right track, Julian.” She beamed. “I’m officially a genius. Let’s get you stronger and more active. You probably won’t even need me, by the time I’m done with you.”

She pulled into the drive-thru and ordered our meals, though this time with a bit more excitement in her tone.

“You’re in a better mood now,” I said as we pulled ahead. “I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“Oh, I still think you acted like a crazy person,” she said. “But I forgive you. Just promise me now on that you’ll be completely honest with me, and the scheming will stop.”

She paid for our meals and we pulled away, the scent of greasy food-filled paper bags filling the tepid air. It was officially March, and we were a couple weeks away from spring. Evie reached into the bag and began doling out our breakfast items. I shoved greasy hash browns into my mouth, one after another, my hunger convincing me they were absolutely divine.

“Eat it all,” Evie said, watching me. “I think I’m onto something.”

“This is so disgusting, but so good at the same time,” I said with my mouth full.

We arrived at the mansion a few minutes later, only to see my mother standing on the front steps with her arms crossed, and as soon as Evie parked her car, she ran up and opened the passenger door.

“My baby,” she cooed as she feigned sympathy. “I was so worried. We went to the hospital to get you and the nurse said you just left with Evie. Evie, I wish you’d communicated with us that you were picking him up.”

“My apologies,” Evie said. “I should’ve called.”

“What did you eat? What is this garbage?” my mother asked as she stared at the fat food evidence on the floor of my car. “Evie, is this what you fed him for breakfast?”

Fed me? What, was I, an animal? A baby?

Arthur appeared from behind Caroline and walked down toward the car, attempting to help Julian out.

“I don’t need any help,” I insisted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, son,” my father insisted. “Give me your hand.”

Evie stood, helplessly watching and likely afraid to speak up as my parents argued over who should help me.

“Get away from me,” I spewed to them, swatting them away.

The three of them watched as I steadied myself with my left arm and grabbed the door with my right. I slipped my right leg out and followed with my left. I braced myself on the door and stood up.

“See?” I said with a know-it-all smirk.

“He’s been getting stronger,” Evie chimed in. “I’ve pretty much been forcing him to eat more, and he’s getting a little bigger and a little stronger each day.”

“I’ve been practicing,” I added.

“That’s great, son,” my father said, studying me as if he were watching a miracle.

My mother was quiet as she watched me walk. Then she stared at Evie. “Evie, I appreciate all you’ve done. Now please, take the rest of the day off. We’ve got it from here. Actually, take the weekend. We’ll see you Monday.”

I turned to look at Evie, practically pleading with my eyes for her to stay.

“I honestly have nothing else going on today, Mrs. Garner-Willoughby,” she said. “I can stay with him.”

“You’re off until Monday,” my mother said, her voice deep and forceful. “I’m sure your parents miss you. Why don’t you go home for a few days?”

My parents followed me inside as Evie stood in the driveway watching. I knew she didn’t have a choice. My mother called the shots and made the rules, and she made damn sure everyone knew that.

The moment we got inside, the slamming of her car door and the buzzing of her engine as she drove away told me she was gone.