Love Resolution (Black Cat Records series) (17 page)

“You’ve been in and out for the past six hours. The nurses have been doing neurological checks all night because of the concussion.”

“My head really hurts.” She looked him in the eye. “Why isn’t Marcus here?”

“I don’t know.” Ray’s expression was troubled.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

“I already tried to call him.”

“Please.” She reached out her hand. “Let me try.”

Sighing, he handed it to her. She quickly scrolled to Marcus’ number. The call went directly to voicemail. She bit down hard on her lip, but it didn’t stop the tears. She sucked in a couple of uneven breaths and tried Dwight’s number. Same thing. She dropped the phone on the bed. Eventually, she looked up at Ray.

He shook his head.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“Don’t give up on him Avery. He takes things harder than most.” Ray took a step forward and she grabbed onto his arm, holding on tightly with both of hers. For a long moment neither said a word.

“Why don’t you try his parents?” Ray suggested, gently withdrawing his arm.

Sam returned with the nurse. She checked Avery’s vital signs, and then asked, “How much is your pain now on a scale of one to ten?”

“About a twelve.”

“You’re due for some pain medication.” The nurse patted her hand. “I’ll be right back, Ms. Jones.”

“Thank you.” Avery gave her a weak smile and turned to Sam after the nurse left. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you go back to the hotel and get some rest?”

“I’m ok.” She pursed her lips. “Don’t even try that martyr stuff on me, Avery Jones. I’m your friend and just like Ray I’m staying with you till you’re discharged.”

“Thanks guys.” Avery swallowed back a fresh batch of tears.

“For nothing,” Sam returned. “Whatcha doing with the phone?”

“Oh, I’m gonna call Marcus’ parents.”

“Well, don’t stop on my account. I was going to make a coffee run and I need to update everyone in the waiting room. Tell them you’re awake and all.” She paused on the way out. “How do you feel about having visitors?”

Avery shook her head.

“Right. No, problem. I’ll be back soon then.”

Avery picked up the phone and scrolled to the number.

“Hello, Ray,” Rheta answered the phone on the first ring. “How is she doing? Is there any change?”

“It’s me,” Avery whispered softly. Hearing the concern in Rheta’s voice made her throat tighten.

“Avery,” Rheta breathed. “Just a minute. Let me tell the others…Don, Justin, Arthur, Avery’s on the phone,” Avery heard her yell through the muffled receiver. “How are you? We’ve been so worried.”

“My head hurts. Other than that, I’m ok, I guess.”

The connection was quiet for a moment. “I’m sure Marcus told you that I gave him a piece of my mind. I can’t imagine what he was thinking. I’m just so grateful it wasn’t any worse.”

“You’ve talked to him?”

“Well, yes, of course. Haven’t you?”

“No. Not since before the accident.”

A longer silence. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be there any minute.”

Avery didn’t respond. She was beginning to wonder if he was going to come at all. “Can I speak with Justin please?”

“Sure. He’s right here.”

“Sis,” Justin began. “What happened?”

She blinked back tears. “Oh, Justin...it was awful.”

“There are conflicting reports in the news. Was he intoxicated?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“I’m coming down there,” he insisted.

“No, Justin. I’m sure they’re gonna release me soon.”

“Sis, I love you, but I gotta tell you, I wanna kick his sorry ass.” She could hear him take a deep breath. “Here. Talk to Dad. I need to cool off.”

“Kat?” Arthur asked tentatively.

“Hey.”

“Are you ok?”

“I don’t really know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, my head’s starting to feel a little better, but…” eyes filling, she trailed off. “Did you ever have doubts about whether you and Mom were meant for each other?”

“No. Never,” he replied carefully. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” she said noncommittally.

“Does this have something to do with those pictures of you dancing with that other guy?”

She didn’t answer.

“People say things in the heat of the moment that they regret later. I’m betting that’s the case with him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Kat. It’s the same way that I looked at your mom.”

I hope he’s right
, she thought.

Marcus gripped the armrests on the 727’s window seat.

He watched Avery climb slowly out of the back seat of the sedan and step gingerly out onto the tarmac. Pain contorted her features. He sighed, conflicting emotions at war in his mind. He hardly noticed Sam climbing out from the opposite side of the car, hand over her eyes against the setting sun, as she ran into JR’s waiting arms.

After they separated, JR walked over to Avery and embraced her. He must have said something to her because she nodded and tilted her face up toward the plane.

Marcus eased away from the window even though he knew it was unlikely she had seen him.

He swallowed.

He didn’t want to do this. Not yet.

It was too soon. For him… Not soon enough for her sake.

He wished he could wind everything backward. To before the wreck. Before the dance. Before it had all come undone. Who was he kidding? A do over wouldn’t change the fact that he was all wrong for her.

“She’s here,” Dwight said, stopping in the doorway and giving Marcus a severe look.

“I know,” Marcus responded in a monotone voice, turning back to look out the window.

By then, she had moved to the back of the car and was speaking to Ray. No doubt trying to convince him to let her help with the luggage.

Ray shook his head and stepped around her.

Avery stood still for a moment and then gazed up at the plane again. He watched her shoulders go back before she pulled her bangs forward over a conspicuous bandage and started moving resolutely toward the plane.

“Marcus,” Sam acknowledged him curtly, bringing his attention back to the inside the cabin. She took a seat on the sectional, folded her hands in her lap, and glared at him.

Yeah, he was the bad guy. He totally got it.

JR sat down, put his arm around Sam, shaking his head. Ray entered the cabin next, carrying Avery’s guitar and suitcase.

And then she was there, pausing in the doorway. For the first time, he saw up close evidence of his carelessness imprinted on her delicate skin.

Avery stared at him, expressive emerald eyes revealing the turmoil she felt inside.

Guilt consumed him, the words he’d practiced lodged in his throat. Warily, he returned her stare. Everyone else faded into the background. It had been over eighteen hours since he’d last seen her, but it felt as if an eternity had passed. He wanted to hold her so badly that his muscles ached.

“Avery,” he managed voice low, filled with emotion. “I’m sorry.” He glanced down, trying to get a handle on his emotions. He couldn’t do what needed to be done, not yet. A shadow immediately fell across him. A pair of converse shoes with mismatched laces entered his field of vision. He looked up at her.

“Is that all you have to say?” Avery asked him, eyes flashing. Her arms straight and stiff, hands fisted at her sides. “Damn you!” she railed. “Where were you when I was in the hospital? I waited for you, Marcus. Hour after hour.”

“I couldn’t come.”

“What do you mean couldn’t?” she demanded. “If you’re still upset about that stupid dance I…”

“Avery,” he interrupted. “Not now.” He looked at the others who were all watching. “We’ll talk about this later, when you’re feeling better.” Remorse left him as scraped up on the inside as she looked on the outside.

“My head does hurt,” she admitted, closing her eyes for a second. “But we’re gonna talk about it right now,” she insisted.

He knew then that there would be no further reprieve.

“Alright.” He sighed, standing and motioning toward the rear of the plane. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom where we can speak privately?”

“Ok.” Her shoulders visibly sagged as she preceded him.

He opened the door for her, taking in a deep breath when she passed, filling his lungs with the familiar tropical fragrance of her shampoo. At the foot of the bed, she stopped and turned around to face him. “Avery,” he began, but faltered. Her rigid posture had deflated as if she’d completely lost all internal structure.

She knows what I’m about to do.

“Don’t.” She bit down on her trembling lip. “Please. Don’t do this.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “That’s the reason you didn’t come, isn’t it? You didn’t want to break things off while I was still in the hospital.” Her chin dropped to her chest.

“Yes.” His voice lowered. “I’m bad for you, Avery.”

“That’s not true!” Her head lifted, her eyes sparkling.

“It is. I could have killed you. I almost did.”

“It was an accident, Marcus.”

“No. I chose to get behind that wheel.”

“I share part of the blame. I knew you’d been drinking. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car with you.”

“Shit, Avery. Don’t you dare try to say this is somehow your fault. It was totally my fuck up.”

“I already took some responsibility,” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks and getting trapped between her full lips.

“What do you mean?” he asked feeling an icy droplet of anxiety slither down his spine.

“I did a couple of phone interviews with the press. I told them we were arguing, and that I’d distracted you while you were driving.”

He pulled a fistful of hair through his hand. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Well I did,” she said, lifting her chin.

This was going to be even harder than he’d envisioned. God help him. But he had to do it, and it was best to just get it over with. He shoved his hands deep down into his jean pockets, forcing his gaze back to hers. “Remember what I said before the crash about taking things too fast? I was right, and you know it. If you had any doubts, the events of the past twenty-four hours should have removed them. It’s time we both moved on.”

She sank down on the edge of the bed as if her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore. “No,” she whispered. “No.” Her face was wet and pale. “We’re so good together. How can you just throw that away, Marcus? This, the way you’re acting, the way you’re treating me right now, this isn’t you. You’re better than this.”

“I thought so too,” he returned harshly. “But apparently we were both wrong.”

“Come in,” Avery said, lifting dry red rimmed eyes to the door.

“Hey kid.” Trevor stepped inside, a brown lock of his hair falling forward over his glasses.

Her heart sank. She started to tear up again. She’d prayed it was Marcus.

“You ready to go?” Trevor asked, eyeing her carefully. “The others already left.”

Avery knew that. She had heard them, had heard the low concerned whispers through the door during the flight and the solemn procession out of the plane after they landed. All the while she’d lain alone, her throat burning, holding back the sobs that threatened to wrack her body.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Avery forced herself to let go of the comforter. During the flight she had buried her face in it, inhaling the scent of him that still lingered. With a heavy sigh, she swung her legs over the side and put her feet on the plush carpeted floor. Her head hung down for a minute while she gathered her thoughts.

“You wanna talk about it?”

She looked up. Trevor’s glasses magnified the worry that filled his eyes. She shook her head. “Just tell me what my obligations are. Where I need to go and what I have to do.”

“Ok.” He bent over and picked up her suitcase. “But if you change your mind, you let me know.”

Avery got her guitar and followed him off the plane. Ray was waiting, leaning against a dark SUV. No one said a word to break the silence on the thirty minute drive over to the Paramount Theatre, but she felt their speculative glances falling on her several times.

Flanked by her silent supporters, she entered the tiny dressing room that had probably been a storage closet back in the twenties when the place had been a movie palace.