Until We Touch (20 page)

“Jack McGarry.”

Zane sat down. “So you’re the football player. I’ve been hearing about you.”

“I can’t say the same. You’re alumni?”

Zane’s expression tightened. “No. I went to Texas A&M.”

“You play ball?”

“No. I worked to put myself through school.”

Jack had, too. His job had been on the field. But he knew what the other man meant. A lot of people assumed that an athletic scholarship was a free ride to education. What they didn’t understand was that there were pitfalls along the way. An injury could knock an athlete out of the program in an instant. Bad performance was nearly as quick. There was also training time, practices, appearances, the games themselves. All of which kept the student athlete from his or her classes.

Worse, the star athletes often passed classes they rarely attended, which meant at the end of four or five years of college, the student had a degree but little actual education. And the odds of going pro were incredibly small.

Jack had insisted on getting his grades the old-fashioned way. Which meant his GPA wasn’t impressive, but he had graduated on his own terms. He’d had plenty of friends who had injured themselves in their junior or senior year and then had lost the scholarship along with any chance at staying in college.

But there was no point in explaining that to anyone. No one had a whole lot of sympathy.

“The Aggies have a good team this year,” Jack said, then grinned. “You know, for Texans.”

Zane smiled. “Don’t expect me to defend the state. I was a California boy in the middle of all that. I took my share of ribbing. But it was where I wanted to study.”

“Mr. Nicholson has a large ranch north of town,” President Newham said. “He’s here at the request of the mayor. He’s our second citizen liaison.”

A muscle in Zane’s jaw tightened. “Something I will be taking up with the mayor.”

Jack relaxed back in his chair. “She has a way of getting people to do things they don’t want to do.”

“Tell me about it,” Zane growled. “First the town annexed my land, now this.”

“What do you mean ‘annexed’? They took it from you?”

“No. Most of my ranch is on unincorporated land. They moved the boundaries of the city to include the house and barn area.” He scowled. “Mayor Marsha swears they’ll be bringing in city water and sewer in the next few years.”

“You’d rather not have the city at all,” Jack said, guessing the other man preferred to do things his way.

“The ranch has been there over a hundred years without Fool’s Gold getting involved. We can survive another hundred just as well.”

Two more people joined them. President Newham glanced at the paperwork in front of her. “I believe that’s everyone. Thank you all for coming today. At our last meeting we had a spirited discussion on whether or not to begin a football program at the university. It’s a complex and expensive decision to make. As Jack reminded us, there is a long-term financial implication to consider. Tad felt our programs were complete as they were and nothing else was required. I’ve met privately with Zane to bring him up to speed. Today I’d like to see if we can get consensus from this committee so I can report back to the regents and we can come up with a final decision.”

“Why don’t we call a vote now?” Jack asked conversationally. “To see where we stand. After all, no one’s going to change Tad’s mind.”

The athletic director glared at him. “We also know where you stand, Jack.”

Jack nodded. “Using the ‘you are, too’ argument, Tad?”

President Newham sighed heavily. “Gentlemen, if we could stay on the subject at hand, please. A vote isn’t a bad idea. This will be nonbinding, of course, until after the discussion. All those in favor of moving forward with starting a football team, raise your hands.”

Jack was gratified to see that everyone except Tad voted with him. Even the Aggie.

“You surprise me,” he told Zane.

“I have a kid brother in high school. If I can get him to go to Cal U Fool’s Gold instead of MIT, my life will be a lot easier. A football team would help.”

Done in by self-interest, Jack thought humorously. Still, it was good when a plan came together.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Y
OU
WERE
GONE
,”
Larissa told Sam the following Friday. “You were gone for two days and no one knew where you were.”

She didn’t mean the statement to come out like an accusation, but she didn’t like it when the guys traveled. Score felt empty without the whole team there.

“You have my cell number,” Sam told her. “You could have called if there was a problem.”

“I know. But still.” She looked at him and waited. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Where were you?”

“I’m not going to tell.”

“Were you with Dellina?”

“None of your business.”

She sighed. “Your need for privacy is annoying. You were gone two days. You could have been anywhere.”

“Good to know. How about you, Jack and Percy join me for dinner tonight at Jo’s Bar and I’ll answer all your questions.”

“Really?”

Sam being Sam paused for a second. “Almost all of them.”

“Good enough for me. We’ll see you tonight.”

His dark gaze settled on her face. “No chiweenies.”

“Oh, Sam, I wouldn’t bring a dog into a restaurant.”

“No chiweenies.”

“I heard you the first time. Besides, one of the five at Jack’s has already been adopted. Only four more to go.”

She was smiling as she spoke, but Sam didn’t look happy or relieved.

“What?” she asked.

He lightly touched her shoulder. “Have you ever wondered why you keep doing this?” he asked.

“Rescuing animals? I care about their welfare.”

He didn’t look convinced.

“You don’t agree?”

“I don’t disagree. I find it curious. You respond in the moment instead of having a place to put your energy on a regular basis.”

“You mean like joining a local organization?”

“Wouldn’t you find that more satisfying? Being able to see a project through?”

“Maybe.” She always enjoyed working with the transplant families and a lot of that was because she got to stay close with them for a while. Often they became friends.

“I want you to be happy,” he told her, his voice gentle.

She hugged him. “Thanks, Sam.”

“You’re welcome.” He kissed her forehead. “No chiweenies.”

She laughed.

* * *

L
ARISSA
, J
ACK
AND
Percy got to Jo’s right on time. There was a sign on the door that read Closed for a Private Event.

“Does that mean we can go in?” Larissa asked. “Did Sam know about this?”

“Sam knows,” Jack told her.

She looked at him. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“That you look especially beautiful tonight.”

“Hey,” Percy said as he walked in with them. “It’s still early in the evening. Don’t gross me out with your old-people lovey-dovey talk.”

Larissa laughed. “Hey, we’re not that old.”

The teen’s grin was unrepentant. “You are to me. I’m a man in my prime.”

The bar was filled with forty or fifty people all standing around and talking. Servers circulated with appetizers. Jo and a couple of other bartenders manned the bar.

One of the servers approached and offered them crab puffs. “Dinner will be served upstairs in about an hour,” she said as she held the tray steady.

Larissa took a crab puff. “Thanks.” She turned to Jack. “Do you know what this is about? Sam isn’t leaving Score, is he?”

“No. He wouldn’t make that kind of announcement in public.”

Percy pointed across the room. “Melissa’s here. I gotta go.”

He took off before either of them could say anything.

“Ah, young love,” Larissa said. “Better than old love.”

Jack put his arm around her. “You’re not so old.”

She shoved at him but he didn’t budge. “Gee, thanks.”

“Anytime.”

They went to the bar. While all drinks were offered, most people chose champagne. Larissa took a sip and enjoyed the bubbles bouncing off her tongue. She recognized everyone at the party. There were the Score folks, of course, along with the bodyguard-school folks. Noelle and her husband, Felicia and Gideon. Even Mayor Marsha seemed to be making the rounds.

The older woman spotted them, then headed in their direction.

“Jack, Larissa. Nice to see you both,” the mayor said. “Jack, I understand you made quite an impression on the university committee.”

Jack shrugged modestly. “They’re interested in the possibility of starting a football program. I think it’s a good move.”

“You impressed President Newham very much.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s going to be an ambitious project. Finding a coach will be difficult.” The mayor smiled. “Not my problem, fortunately. If you’ll excuse me, I have a few announcements to make.”

“There are announcements,” Larissa murmured. “At a party?”

“It’s a town thing,” Jack told her and tucked his arm more firmly around her.

Sure enough the mayor walked to the bar where she took a microphone from Jo. Larissa hadn’t known there was a microphone in Jo’s Bar.

“Thank you all for coming,” the mayor said. The room went quiet as everyone turned to her. “I have the most wonderful job. I get to live here and know all of you. I also have presided over a number of weddings and I do try to be in the hospital for every birth I can.” She smiled. “After the messy work is done, of course.”

Several people laughed.

“So it is with great pleasure that I continue the tradition of making wonderful and happy announcements like this one. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Fool’s Gold’s most recently married couple. Dellina and Sam Ridge.”

It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. Sam and Dellina walked toward the mayor just as Larissa realized what she’d said. She shrieked and raced toward her friends.

“You’re married?” she asked, hugging them both.

Taryn joined in, as did Dellina’s sisters and several of her friends.

Larissa grabbed Sam. “That’s what you were doing when you were gone?”

He smiled, looking both happy and content. “I don’t need a big ceremony and the last thing Dellina wanted to do was plan another wedding. This is our reception.”

Kenny and Jack joined the crowd. They hugged their friend and kissed the bride. Everyone looked at the diamond eternity band Dellina wore on her ring finger.

Larissa let the happy feelings wash over her. This was how it was supposed to be, she thought. People in love getting married. Because that’s what people in love did. She wanted that.

Her gaze drifted to Jack. He had his arm around Taryn and Dellina, and Kenny was taking pictures. Sam pushed his friend away and claimed his wife with a kiss that had people hooting. Jack laughed.

Would he ever do this? Would he ever give his heart? She wanted to say he would. She wanted to believe, but she’d known Jack a long time and he always kept himself at a distance. Not getting too involved worked for him. There was no reason to think that was going to change, no matter how much she loved him.

Eddie Carberry, wearing one of her infamous brightly colored tracksuits, walked up to her. “So I heard about those chiweenies,” the old lady said. “I might come by and take a look at them. I could use a little companionship and a small dog would be better for me. I could take him or her to work.” She smiled slyly. “I already have a cat named Marilyn. After Marilyn Monroe. I could name my dog JFK.”

Odd, but okay, Larissa thought. Whatever it took to find the chiweenies homes. “That would be great,” she said. “Let me know when you want to come see them.”

“I will.” Eddie cackled. “Unless you’re feeding them to that owl of yours.”

Larissa took a step back. “I’d never do that. The owl is gone. Released back in the wild.”

“Good to know. I wonder what you’ll rescue next.” Eddie patted her arm. “I’ll call about the chiweenies.”

Larissa nodded. As the older woman moved away, she told herself she should be happy about finding another dog a home. Only she couldn’t seem to find the joy. While Eddie had been kidding, her comment had still hurt a little.

Larissa knew that she might take the rescue thing a little far, but she’d never considered herself a joke. Was that how the rest of the world saw her? And did the opinions of other people really matter?

Or maybe the real question was deeper and more significant. Maybe it went to what her friends had been talking about lately. That much like Jack used distance to keep from truly getting involved, she used her causes to hold the world at bay. Was that what was keeping her from her heart’s desire? And if so, how on earth was she going to figure out how to change?

A problem for another time, she told herself, as she returned to Jack’s side. He was talking to Dellina’s sister Fayrene. She held out some kind of tickets.

“It’s an auction,” Fayrene was saying. “To raise money for the high-school track team.”

“You run track in the spring,” Jack said, eyeing the tickets mistrustfully.

“They’re getting an early start. It’s an evening event with a buffet and it’s not until March.”

Jack sighed heavily. “Sure. I’ll take two.”

Fayrene raised her eyebrows.

“Six,” he amended.

Larissa leaned against him. “You’re such a softy. Besides, the event might be fun. We can dress up.”

Jack shot her a confused glanced. “Why would we—” He paused. “Sure. Dressy would be great.”

She kept smiling and nodded, even grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing server. But on the inside, she felt cold and alone.

Jack’s reaction couldn’t have been more clear. While she was blithely planning their future together, he was assuming she was going to do as she’d promised. Get over him. That by March they would no longer be together. Because while Jack meant the world to her, to him, she was just a friend he was helping out.

He didn’t love her. For him, nothing had changed. And it was never going to.

* * *

S
AM
AND
D
ELLINA
’
S
party stretched on for hours. Everyone was having a good time and no one seemed to want to be the first one to leave. Jack circulated through the main level of the bar. About an hour earlier, Larissa had dragged him upstairs to try the buffet. Now he watched her talk with Bailey and Dellina, along with several other women from town.

For a while he’d thought something was wrong. She’d gotten quiet. But she seemed fine now.

Conversation and laughter surrounded him. Everyone was having a good time and all he could think about was getting home. He wanted the quiet. He wanted to be alone with Larissa. Everything else was just noise.

“Hey.”

He turned and saw Taryn walking toward him. She wobbled a little as she approached. Which could have been her ridiculous shoes, but he doubted it. He raised an eyebrow.

“Feeling our champagne, are we?” he asked.

She smiled. “Maybe. Why not? Sam finally found someone normal. Who would have thought that could happen? I’m thrilled for him.” She leaned against him. “You know it’s this damn town, right? It’s sucking us all in against our will. I blame you.”

He put his arm around her. “I’m sure you do. However, I’ll remind you there was a legal vote.”

She dismissed that with a flick of her wrist. “It was three against one. And none of you cared that I didn’t want to move here.”

“If we hadn’t moved here, you wouldn’t have met Angel.”

“An interesting point. I do love that man. But you’re trying to distract me. We’re here because of you. You’re the one who suggested moving to Sam and Kenny.” She looked at him. “I think you knew you needed Fool’s Gold.”

As always Taryn found the exact core of truth. Not that he would admit it to her. “Why would I need a place like this?”

“Because it allows you to belong, at least in theory.” She sighed. “I love you, Jack, but you have got to stop protecting yourself. You obviously
want
to be a part of something bigger, something real, but you’re fighting it at the same time. I just don’t want you to die alone.”

“Sam says I can live over his garage.”

“So he told me. It’s cute now, but will be less of a good story when you’re sixty.” She sipped her champagne. “I’m marrying Angel.”

“I know. I saw the dress.”

Her gaze locked with his. “I want you to be my maid of honor.” Her brows drew together. “I guess you’d be the man of honor. Whatever. I want you to be the one next to me.”

Which was just like her. “As long as I don’t have to wear a dress.”

“I was thinking a nice tux would work.”

“Then I’m in.”

She tilted her head. “You’re sure. It won’t bother you?”

He knew what she meant. They’d been married before. They had an unusual past that could have made things awkward, but didn’t.

“If Angel’s good with it, I’m all in.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “You know I’ll always love you.”

“I do. The same way I’ll always love you.”

Like family. Not exactly exes and not exactly siblings. They were connected. And he would happily stand next to her while she married Angel. Whatever romantic feelings he’d once had for Taryn were long gone.

She hugged him, then wobbled off to find her fiancé. Jack watched her go, then shifted so he could search for Larissa.

* * *

A
FTER
WEEKS
OF
prep work, Larissa woke up three days before the Pro-am event to find she had nothing left to prepare. She’d confirmed Jack’s team, had double-checked on the sponsors, had coordinated every detail with the people in charge and now there was nothing to do.

She showered and dressed, then fed Dyna and looked at her email. Not much was going on today at all. She had a woman coming by to look at a chiweenie. That appointment was at ten. Eddie had come through and taken one a few days ago. Now there were only two left at Jack’s place.

Work was good, Percy was continuing to study for the GED and, according to Kenny and Sam, making great progress. Larissa decided to reward herself for a calm and organized life by going for a run.