Then There Was You (22 page)

“To a great evening,” he echoed, his eyes penetrating me with something I couldn’t discern.

I took a few gulps, hoping the alcohol would kick in soon and soothe my frazzled nerves.

We sat down at the table to eat the meals we’d brought from the restaurant, neither of us realizing how hungry we were until then.

After a few quiet minutes, Chris looked up from his nearly empty box. “I’m really glad you came with me tonight. It’s nice to have some quiet time without eager fans hounding me for autographs. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy every minute of it. I love my fans, but sometimes I just like to have a meal without disruption. Know what I mean?”

Between bites, I said, “I hear you. I can only imagine how tough the life of a musician is.” Then pointing at my half-eaten wrap, I added, “by the way, this gyro is delicious.”

Chris nodded excitedly. “I know. I love Acropolis, and the owners are so nice. I always try to hit up that restaurant at least once while I’m in town.”

“Well, I’m glad you chose that place. This food is to die for.”

Chris smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

As soon as we were finished eating, Chris cleared the table and threw away the trash. “Come, sit,” he said, motioning for me to follow him into the living room.

Plush, leather sofas beckoned me with soft, colorful accent pillows, so I sank down onto it, eager to get comfortable.

Sitting on the loveseat opposite of me, Chris took another swig from his beer. He seemed more relaxed, and so was I. “So… tell me more about what’s been going on with you lately? The whole single mom thing? You didn’t really go into many details earlier.”

I took another sip of my own beer, trying to collect my thoughts. “Well, Graham and I got divorced several months ago. It was an ugly battle,” I told him.

Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”

Lowering the beer to my lap, I wondered if I should just tell him everything or give him a few cryptic details and move on. The battle was so ugly that I struggled to talk about it sometimes, which was laughable because I was a counselor. I could coax just about anything out of anyone, but I had a hard time talking about my own problems. “Well,” I explained, “Graham and I have had our differences for quite some time. Frankly, I don’t know why I tried to hold our marriage together all those years.” I glanced down at the half-peeled label. Honestly, I’d cried all the tears I had over the past year and half. Now they ran dry as far as Graham was concerned.

“Oh.” Chris fumbled for words, looking away.

“No, it’s okay.” I shrugged. “Like I said, it’s for the best, really. I’m much happier now than I was even six months ago.”

A flicker of a smile returned. “Well, that’s good news, I guess. I just hate that you had to go through that.”

I returned a grin, scooping up scraps of the label that collected on my jeans. “Thanks. I appreciate it. So, tell me about you. What’s been going on in your life?” I asked.

“Well, long story short, I got out of juvie. Moved to the beach. Played gigs on the weekends. Got my first big break. Been on the road ever since.”

“And Kaitlyn… did you ever hear from her?”

Chris shook his head. “Not while we were teenagers.”

“Oh, really?” I questioned, hoping he’d explain himself.

“Well, we bumped into each other about six years ago while I was still living at the beach.”

“And?” I prompted. “How did it go?”

“It was a crazy whirlwind of a weekend, full of stolen moments and painful goodbyes,” he said with a hint of sadness.

I could only imagine how he felt seeing her again after all those years, knowing how madly in love he was with her. “I’m sure that was tough for you. How did her life turn out? What has she been doing all these years?”

Chris lowered his eyes to the floor. “Let’s just say she’s happily married with
two
beautiful children,” he said with a bit of finality then gulped the last of his beer and set the empty bottle on the table.

I sensed the emphasis on
two
, but I didn’t want to pry. The tone of his voice indicated that it was a sore subject, so I figured he would tell me more when the time was right. I just nodded and took another sip of my beer. “Oh, okay,” I said, filling the silence.

“I’m just keeping myself busy,” he continued. “I mean, she’s happily married. It’s time to move on. Know what I mean?”

I nodded. “I’m sure it was hard to walk away, but sometimes the right thing to do isn’t always the easiest.”

“Yeah,” he said sadly. “I mean, if I thought she was miserable or if I thought the dude was a prick, I would’ve fought harder. But she’s happy, and her husband seems to be a great husband and father. He’s raising those kids right, for sure. The last time I saw her they were one big happy family.”

“Oh, you saw her again? Lately?” I inquired.

“Yeah, a week ago. Bumped into her and her family at a grocery store. They were all laughing and smiling. I knew at that point I had to move on. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was for the best.”

I nodded. “I understand. Well, maybe you’ll find love again someday,” I said, trying to keep him encouraged.

“Yeah.” He looked up at me with those deep set, brown eyes, fixing them on mine. I stared back, losing myself in the depths of his dark irises. I saw pain behind those eyes, but hopefulness as well. It was the same hopefulness I remembered from years ago. “Maybe someday,” he said softly. Just then, shaking his head as if he were trying to snap himself out of a trance, he changed the subject. “Wow! Can you believe we’re really here after all these years? It’s quite serendipitous,” he chuckled.

“Like the movie?” I asked.

Confused, he asked, “There’s a movie?”

“Yeah, Serendipity. It’s my favorite. Apparently, rom-com isn’t your thing.”

He shook his head. “No, I can’t say that it is.”

“You should watch it sometime,” I suggested. “But to answer your question, no, I really can’t believe it’s been so long. It seems like yesterday, and yet it feels like forever ago. I feel so
old
.”

“Old?” He gave me a look of disbelief. “No way. You don’t look a day over twenty-eight.”

My giddiness boiled over in the form of a giggle.
Damn! Could I sound any more ridiculous?
“You’re crazy,” I told him. “I’m actually
thirty
-eight.”

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows shot up. “You’re shittin’ me!”

I shook my head, grinning at his surprise. Another nice ego boost. “Nope.”

“I didn’t know you were only seven years older than me.” The expression on his face changed with this realization.

Only.

Now that’s a thought.

“Well, I was twenty-four when you were seventeen, but you turned eighteen a few weeks after you left Fairbanks, so I guess, technically, I’m closer to six years older.”

“Wow, it seemed like such a huge gap back then, but now… it’s like we’re practically the same age.”

I like the way you think, Chris King.

“Too bad I’m closer to forty and you’re closer to thirty. I wish we could switch ages,” I said wistfully.

Glancing at his empty beer, Chris stood up from his seat, grabbing the bottle off the table. I assumed he was going back into the kitchen for another one.

“Oh, age is just a number,” he assured me, as he stepped away from his seat.

Don’t leave. Keep talking…

As he left the room, he asked, “Want another beer?”

“Sure.” I gulped the last of the bottle.

“And, if it’s any consolation,” he called from the refrigerator, “you look a helluva lot sexier at your age than I do at mine.”

I laughed. “Now you really are crazy!” I loved this flirty side of Chris, and the fact that the beer had started to loosen our inhibitions a little.

“I might be crazy, but I know hot when I see it,” he said with confidence.

Oh my…

I had no idea how to respond as he walked back to the sofa, twisted the cap off the beer, and handed it to me.

With a smile he smirked, “It’s true. You were always very easy on the eyes. All the other guys talked about what a MILF you were.”

Playfully rolling my eyes, I groaned, “Oh geez, I remember… like that’s not embarrassing,” as I covered my face with my hands. I didn’t want to think of those boys crushing on me, but it definitely boosted my sad ego.

He sat down beside me and continued to grin, enjoying my reaction. “Yeah, I didn’t let ‘em talk shit though. I had way more respect for you than that.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled. “I appreciate that.” I clutched the bottle in my lap and began peeling the label. My nerves were on overdrive. It’s not that Chris made me feel uncomfortable as much as I was just keenly aware of this crazy, new feeling that I’d never expected—my own attraction to him. I glanced at the beer and immediately took a big gulp, hoping he wouldn’t notice my trembling hands.

Popping the top off his own bottle, he leaned toward me, his voice gravelly, “I mean, come on. I’m not gonna dance around it. You’re beautiful.”

I nearly choked on my beer, but quickly recovered, masking my freaking-the-hell-out face with a subtle smile.

He continued, nervously glancing at the beer in his hand. I wondered if he was praying to the gods of liquid courage like I was. “Salem, you’ve… you’ve always been sexy as hell,” he stammered. “You had to know how hot all the guys at Fairbanks thought you were, and you probably just chalked it up to some silly teenage fantasies.” His eyes shot up to meet my gaze. “But I hope you know that you meant way more to me than that.”

I nodded. I understood where he was coming from because he’d always meant more to me than ‘just some client.’ He was my saving grace. We’d shared things that I’d never shared with anyone. That moment in my office, when he found me looking at my wrist, the promise I made to him was a turning point in my life. He didn’t cure my depression, but he certainly gave me a reason to keep pushing forward. “You were more to me too,” I said softly.

Continuing to stir up my already mixed emotions, he added, “You were my lifeline back then.”

He stood up, walking over to the massive windows. Leaning both hands against the glass, he stared out at the city for several seconds. “And yet, here we are again… crossing paths.”

Without thinking, I spoke what had been on my mind all night, “Does it make you question fate?”

He whirled around to face me. A brooding expression was plastered on his face, and he seemed just as perplexed as I was. With each ragged breath, his sculpted pecs rose and fell, defining themselves in his fitted, thermal shirt. Finally speaking up, he said, “Yeah… yeah, it does.”

Suddenly the air between us changed. I soaked in the way he looked at me with a softness in his eyes. The expression on his face was different than the canned smile he normally used to pose for the cameras of his adoring fans. This smile was warm, inviting, comforting—a smile meant just for me.

What does all this mean?
Part of me felt so ridiculously wrong, but then again, another part of me felt so utterly, hopelessly… right.

I stood there, suddenly realizing this woman was like an ointment on my raw and wounded heart. I’d just opened up to someone I hadn’t seen in fourteen years. I felt like I could talk to her as if not a day had passed.
Then why did you hesitate when the opportunity to talk about the kid came up?
Everything about her felt safe—secure.
It’s still too soon,
I argued with myself. But I looked into her eyes, and I couldn’t help but feel… heard.
Maybe someday I’ll find the courage.

Something should’ve felt amiss. She was my fucking counselor fourteen years ago. I shouldn’t have felt so connected to her like I was, but I did. It was crazy to think how quickly my heart could remember. I mean, after a few weeks back home from juvie, I knew I had to force myself to forget about Salem Honeycutt. She meant a lot to me in those months at Fairbanks, but I had to let her memory go. Move on. Learn to live without needing her.

But I’d learned when you have a connection like that with someone, it was impossible to see them again and not feel
something.

Just then, my phone rang in my pocket. I glanced at the screen, hoping I could ignore the call. I just wanted to sit and talk to Salem all night.

Beverly. My manager
. Dammit.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’m gonna have to take this.”