Reason Is You (9781101576151) (15 page)

“Funny. Beautiful, and completely unaware of it. And infuriatingly hardheaded at times.” He made a random move as if to twist at a wedding ring, and then glanced down as if he just remembered it wasn’t there.

I laughed to myself. “Sounds like Riley.”

“Sounds like you.”

We had made it to the main road, toward Ella’s, I could see the
warm glow from the windows. Back in the public eye. So I made sure to keep my voice down.

“What?”

“Evidently, I’m sucked in by stubborn women.”

“Excuse me, I don’t think I sucked anyth—” I had to stop, but the connotation was already there. Alex started to laugh.

“No, I’m sure I’d remember that.”

I blew out a breath. “Yep, it’s certified. Men are assholes.”

He laughed again and spun to walk backward in front of me.

“So do you miss her?”

The question was across my lips before I could even form the thought.
Why did I say that?
He stopped and therefore I had to as well or run into him. He never flinched, just trusted that I’d stop. We were only inches apart. He stared into my eyes for a moment before closing his, and I wanted to pull it back.

I was mortified that I’d hurt him.
Did he miss her?
How stupid of me. I opened my mouth to take it back, but he opened his eyes then and they were clear, like the conversation had never happened.

“Alex, I—”

“Shh,” he whispered. “Go down there. Relax. Have a beer. Have some pudding.”

I blinked. “Beer and pudding.”

“Don’t knock it.” He smiled. His poker face was back on.

But not for me. I shook my head. “You know everything about me, Alex. My weaknesses, my secrets,
everything
. You know down to the second my daughter was born and what I had for dinner that night. I care about you. I just want to know you like that.”

His jaw twitched, and he looked away.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I continued. “I’m sorry I went too far.”

He met my eyes instantly, with an intensity that made my toes tingle.

“They were my family, love.” His voice cracked a little, and my stomach flipped over. “I miss them like I miss breathing. But that is my cross. And it was a long time ago. Please leave it there.”

I felt hot tears burn the backs of my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and inched closer. “You never have to be sorry that you care about me.”

“What do you mean, ‘your cross’?”

He dropped his head. “Good night, Dani.”

“Too much again?”

He smiled and winked at me, but the playfulness was gone. “Good night, Dani.”

He turned and walked away. I stood there, stunned. I’d never heard so much of Alex’s life. Sarah. Alex loved a woman named Sarah. The name made me feel weird. What was that feeling in my stomach? Jealousy? No—I didn’t think so. Not so much jealousy, as maybe a reality check. The reality that he wasn’t Superman or something invincible.

Or all mine.

He’d had a life, and love, and family and friends, all before I entered the picture. And lost them. And for reasons I’d never understood, he never crossed over. I assumed that they did, or he’d be with them.

Alex and Sarah. And a daughter with no name.

For now, I stood in the middle of the road alone, pondering questions that no one was there to answer. So I decided to go for the pudding.

I pushed open the heavy wooden doors of Ella’s to muffled music and a troubled mind. And I realized with a start that it was because for the first time in my life I was sharing Alex. As stupid as that may sound. Not that his past was something not there before, but
it wasn’t there for
me
before. My selfishness claimed him for myself, like all he existed for was me. Granted, he only talked about me and always turned subjects off himself so he was a coconspirator in the madness, but still. As an adult, I should have seen past it. I should have realized that there were at least two others that occupied his heart and mind that were far more than just names.

“Hi. Do you have a pickup or are you meeting someone?”

I blinked and found myself face-to-face with a flushed heavyset girl with the prettiest dark eyes I’d ever seen.

“Um—” I guess eating alone wasn’t one of the choices. “Just ordering some dessert.”

She took my order and asked if I wanted to wait at the bar or there in the lobby.

“There’s a bar?” I looked around and only saw buckets.

She smiled. “Yes, ma’am. It’s seafood buffet night and we have live music on weekends and Tuesdays.” She pointed to a hall on the right. “We’ll bring your order to you if want to go check it out.”

Wow. Like a real grown-up with a life. What a concept. Halfway down that hall, I caught a glimpse of myself in a huge mirror with a jolt. Holy crap? Straight from a drooling nap to walking all the way here with mascara smeared, a bruise on my cheek, no lipstick or blush or even my hair brushed.

I did a quick hair repair, smoothed it down, swiped under my eyes, and bit my lips to give them some color. I stepped back to survey the effect.

“Hope for dim lighting, Dani,” I whispered.

The next set of doors opened to a whole new world that fortunately for me did include dusky lighting and an eighties cover band.

I wasn’t the type to go sit at a bar alone, but this was technically a restaurant, right? Just happened to have entertainment there. And as I looked around, I noticed it also happened to have a large
majority of the town. Apparently, this was the hot Saturday-night ticket in Bethany.

Tables overflowed with diners as they mauled barbecued crabs and sucked on crawfish heads. Beer flowed and personal garbage buckets filled up with mangled shellfish parts.

I saw way too many familiar faces, so I turned to find a corner of the bar I could hide in, and ran smack into Jason. Again.

“Oh crap.”

“Hey.” His face didn’t say
hey
. It said
beat me with a stick
.

“Hey,” I said back.

He backed up a step and ran a hand through his hair and down across his eyes as if I’d just worn him out all over again.

“Saw you come in and I was gonna tell you to come sit down but I don’t know if that’s safe.”

I gave him a smartass look and took a quick inventory of the bar. There were three empty stools in the corner. Nice, dark, and wouldn’t have to stay long anyway.

“I’m just waiting for dessert, I can sit up here.”

He gave me a don’t-be-stupid look. “Come on.”

He turned and clearly meant for me to follow. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was already halfway back to a table. I could have ignored him, but I did have to work with the guy, so with that justification I trudged in his wake.

He sat at a tall table with stools, facing the band, and so I took the chair to his right. He had a mug of beer in front of him that looked relatively untouched. Unfortunately, the timing wasn’t great because the band was on a break, and a spooky Evanescence song was on so we had nothing to pretend to focus on.

“Want a beer?”

I shook my head. No matter what Alex said, beer and pudding just sounded nasty.

“Have you eaten?”

I nodded. I was acutely aware of two tables of “problem people” to my right, and I felt the heat rise in my neck as I heard my name mentioned in their chatter.

He looked frustrated with me. “Okay, next question.” Then he dropped his eyes to the cardboard coaster in front of him. “I’m sorry about today.”

I blinked. Was that a question? “Um, okay.”

He kept his eyes cast down, tracing the pattern of the coaster with a forefinger. “It was a really bad day today, but that’s no reason to—anyway.” He shrugged and stood the coaster on edge.

“It’s okay.”

“Not really. I shouldn’t have been like that. Guess I’m not used to having anyone care enough to listen—much less come check if I’m alive.”

I laughed at that. “Call it morbid curiosity.”

“Call it what you want, my own wife never took that much time to see what I was doing.”

I studied him as he balanced the coaster and then leaned it against the glass. His vulnerable side peeked out, and the last time it did that, he yanked it back and barked. I didn’t have a great record so far that night with “wife” conversations, either, so I proceeded with caution.

“I’m sorry.”

Jason looked up, narrowing his eyes slightly. “How’s your face?”

My hand went up automatically to check it. “Oh, it’s okay.”

He nodded and I had the distinct impression that small talk was about to run its course. “Your daughter seems all right.”

I smiled and pulled a packet of sugar from a square plastic cup so I’d have something in my hands.

“She’s my everything.”

Which reminded me to send my everything a quick text about my whereabouts, in case they got worried. I had just gone out on the porch to eat, after all.

“I take it her dad isn’t around?”

A small laugh came up unbidden. “No.”

“Do they still have a relationship?”

I knew he asked to get some bearing on his own situation, but there was no comparison. It was like apples and elephants.

“She never knew him.”

He frowned, and I could imagine the thoughts going through his head. But his eyes weren’t defensive for once, the walls were down, so I decided to go for broke.

“Look around this room, Jason. I grew up here and can name at least fifteen people in here close enough to eavesdrop on us, but did you see anyone speak to me?” Jason’s eyes did a quick scan of the room. “I got away from here and moved to Dallas for twenty years, but that didn’t change anything. Riley’s dad was no different than anyone else.”

“He left you?”

“That’s an understatement.”

Jason took a swallow of room-temperature beer. “My wife left me. Not for anyone else, she just didn’t want
me
. How do you make that logical for a ten-year-old?”

“How do you make up a father for a child who thinks she was bought at the grocery store?”

He chuckled. “Okay, you win.”

“Her dad was a con man. And yet I still tell her it was a one-night stand with a great guy I never saw again.”

“Why?”

“So she doesn’t feel like half loser.” I waved at a waitress and ordered a beer after all. “We haven’t had that many men around,
so she doesn’t relate easily to them anyway. The last thing I want is to add ‘sired by a troll’ to her insecurities.”

A smile played at his lips as he focused back on the coaster. “I know where she’s coming from.” At my quizzical look, he continued. “I grew up in three different foster homes.”

That got my attention. “Wow. Really?”

He nodded. “Fell into the system when I was seven, and aged out at eighteen. People want babies, not kids old enough to remember their baggage.”

“Man, I’m sorry. That sucks.”

He sat back and pondered that. “I don’t know. It was better than where I started out.”

“I can’t imagine not growing up with my dad.”

“What about your mom?”

“She died when I was born.”

“Sorry.”

I shrugged. “What about yours?”

“My mother was an addict. Never knew my dad.”

“Okay, you win.”

He laughed, a genuine laugh that was infectious. “One of my foster dads always said that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”

My beer arrived, and I raised it to him. “Touché. You know, that applies with your son, too.”

He looked back down at his hands, and I wondered if I was back on foreign ground again.

“It will get better, Jason. It just may take some work. And some time.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah.” Then he scanned the room. “What’s the story here?”

“You mean with me?” I smirked. “I’m surprised that they haven’t already bent your ear.”

“About what?”

I took another swallow. “I never quite fit in when I was a kid. And small-town minds never let that go.”

Those green eyes of his locked in on mine, and for once in my life, I didn’t look away. It was liberating.

The band came back and broke immediately into a fair rendition of an REO Speedwagon song. Two couples got up to dance in the small square of floor. I sat back and enjoyed the music. Enjoyed being out. In public. Without scrutiny.

They played an Elton John song next, and then Foreigner’s “Waiting for a Girl Like You.” Three more couples locked up. And before I knew it, Jason was up and pulling at my hand.

“What—no—” I laughed. “I don’t dance.”

“What doesn’t kill us—”

“Oh, but it might.” I tried to pull my hand free but no luck.

“You’ve plowed into my car, landed on top of me, and tried to break into my home. You owe me.” Then he just put on an endearing expression that I didn’t know he was capable of. “Come on, don’t shoot me down.”

“Oh crap.” But I was on my feet, and in four more steps, I was in his arms.

Everything in me stiffened. “How do you know I won’t step on your feet now?”

“Instinct.”

I felt the low rumble of his laugh.

“Relax,” he said low above my right ear. “It’s just dancing. Nothing scary.”

“Um—” I could hear my heart thump in my ears. That seemed kinda scary.

“Just relax.”

I closed my eyes and tried. Concentrated on the music and the fact that his body was tight against mine. A body I’d seen part of
and knew that it was as good as it promised to be under the pullover shirt and jeans. Focused on the warmth of his hand that wasn’t sweaty and prayed that mine wasn’t. Thought about the interesting proximity and angle of his head to mine, and how he smelled like soap and wood.

“I don’t even remember the last time I danced,” Jason said after several moments.

I did. “Riley is sixteen. So that makes seventeen years ago, probably.”

He laughed and leaned back to see my face, I guess to see if I was serious. “Okay, you win.”

I laughed with him, and it happened. I felt every muscle unlock and let go. I even let go of the breath that felt stuck in my chest.

The song rolled to an end, and Jason did a finger twirl and turned me with a flourish.

“Well, look at you,” I said with a grin. I felt more female than I had—ever. Light. Sexy.