How did we always go from one to ten in nanoseconds?
He narrowed his eyes at me. I saw irritation and annoyance quickly replacing the anger and confusion. Neither one of us spoke for what felt like several minutes but was probably just seconds. When the doorbell rang I tried to step aside but he blocked me in with his daunting, bulky stance, his folded arms over his chest only accenting his large frame over mine.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear me say the words. Again. And for the first time I didn’t want to give him the reassurance.
“You heard me the first time and the second,” I simply stated.
He cocked his head to the side. “This the way you want to play it, Alexandra?”
I didn’t know what the hell he vowed, but I couldn’t falter. “I have to go. I’ll see you later, Lucas.” I pushed him aside with my shoulder and walked into my bathroom to put on the dress he so scornfully told me to wear.
I placed the twenty-dollar bill on her bed, except this one didn’t have Cole’s phone number on it. I threw that one in the fucking garbage, not that it mattered she was still going on a “date” with the douchebag. I knew what he tried to pull, I didn’t trust him as far as I could fucking throw him. I decided to walk through the kitchen and go out the back door to the pool. I could leave by the side gate. My truck was parked in front of the house, but at least this way I wouldn’t have to look at his fucking pretty boy face.
I stood outside in the backyard, the place that held so much of my childhood memories, and I tried desperately to ignore the bitter feeling that formed in my stomach. I heard the door open and then close and for a split second I thought it was Alex, choosing me over him.
It wasn’t.
“Are you okay?” Alex’s mom questioned, standing beside me, her arms folded over her chest like mine. Except hers were in comfort, mine were in aggravation over the fact that I caused this. It was my fault. I was more pissed off at myself than anything else, but it was easier to blame Alex.
I shrugged not knowing what to say.
She softly smiled over at me and it reminded me of Alex, except it didn’t provide the security I needed, that’s only something she could do.
“I’ve seen Cole around the restaurant a few times. He seems like a nice boy,” she sincerely expressed.
I knew what she tried to do, she wanted to ease my worry that Alex was being taken care of, but all it did was add to my insecurity that maybe she was right. And I didn’t want to like Cole, not now. Not ever.
“Appearances can be deceiving.”
She took in my words for a moment. “You know we all grew up together and then we all had kids together. When I was your age, I thought I was in love with your dad.”
“What?” I replied, stunned. My parents had never revealed that to me.
She smiled, relieved. “Don’t look so surprised, Lucas. You’ve seen your dad. Your mom and I were best friends. She knows. But in the end the best woman won. I realized that it was just a childhood crush, I ended up with the man I was supposed to be with.”
I shook my head, baffled and speechless of what she shared. I wasn’t expecting that. “What are you trying to say?”
“That everything happens for a reason. You’ll realize that when you’re older.”
“Why doesn’t anyone want Alex and I to be together?” I finally asked. It was the first time I acknowledged that I actually felt something stronger than just friendship with Alex and her mom didn’t even seem phased. It was like she already knew and was more shocked at the fact that I finally admitted it out loud.
“You’re young and she’s even younger. I think that everything will work out the way it’s supposed to. In the meantime have fun, summer is almost over.”
I nodded. “Yeah.” I wanted to say more, but it wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t prove anything that she didn’t already know.
For years to come, I would think that our mothers were one of the biggest obstacles to us not being together, and I would learn way too late that it was the exact opposite.
She smiled again. “I’ll see you later, honey.” She kissed my head and left me with nothing but the empty feeling that I would also carry with me for years to come.
I did the only thing that made me forget…
I went and picked up Stacey.
“Your dad is intense,” Cole exclaimed as he drove the golf cart toward the lighthouse.
“Sorry about that,” I replied, thoroughly embarrassed. Lucas’s truck was still parked in front of my house when we left, but he was nowhere to be seen when I walked back downstairs.
“What are you thinking about over there?”
“Nothin’.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You know when you lie your voice changes. It does this low pitch thing.”
I already knew that. Lucas reminded me often. “Are you always this perceptive?” I teased, bringing the attention back to him.
“It’s a curse.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“By the way, I know what you’re doing. Just in case you don’t realize that I’m aware of you trying to change the subject.” He flashed me one of his full-on dimple smiles I had become familiar with. “My parents are both lawyers.”
“Ah,” I replied, ignoring the first part of what he said.
“They work all the time, and it’s one of the reasons they decided to buy a house here. Trying to get in some family time before I go away to college.”
“Makes sense. Why Oak Island?”
“My mom loves North Carolina. She used to come here in the summers when she was a kid, they passed through here a few times so she has fond memories.”
“But this is your first time here?”
He nodded, grinning at me. “Definitely not the last.”
I rolled my eyes, sitting sideways so I could give him my undivided attention. “Okay, buddy, new rule.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. This.” I pointed from him to me. “If it’s going to work, this flirting thing you got going on, it’s got to be taken down a few notches.”
“How many?”
“Like all of them.”
“I can’t commit to that.”
“Cole…”
He chuckled, making his dimples prominent and enticing, I wanted nothing more than to reach over and touch them. I blushed just thinking about it.
“I love it when you say my name.”
I slapped his arm. “Stop that.”
He laughed. “Alexandra, why do you want me to stop it? I like you. I’ve been pretty upfront about that. When a guy likes a girl, he flirts with her. It’s in our genes. We don’t know how to be any other way.”
“That’s bull honky.”
He laughed again. “Bull honky? What happened to bullshit? Is that how you talk around these parts, darlin’?
“Darlin’? Now I know I’m not all fancy and from California like you are but I do know that ‘Darlin’’ is a Southern term. Now, who’s fakin’?”
He glanced over with a mischievous stare. “You caught me. Can’t get anything past you, huh? I’m trying to impress you, is it working?”
I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m kinda digging you calling me darlin’, no one’s ever called me that before.”
“I’m almost certain no one’s ever done a lot of things to you before,” he hesitated. “And I’ll tell you what, I really love that.”
“Yeah… yeah… yeah… just drive, Casanova.” I sat forward.
We arrived at the lighthouse. Cole took some pictures, and he made me pose for him for some of them. I’m usually not much for photos, but I enjoyed being the center of his attention.
“The view from up here is amazing. It’s my second favorite thing about Oak Island.” He leaned against the railing and I followed suit.
“It is pretty ridiculous. I haven’t been up here in a long time.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Yeah,” I replied, taking in the fresh air and the smell of the ocean. The breeze was a nice change of pace from the hot, humid summer. I forgot how much I loved it up here.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what my favorite thing is?” he asked, moving a little closer to me, causing his cologne to instantly assault my senses. It was difficult not turning to him just to breathe him in.
“I don’t know, are you going to say something cheesy or flirty? Or are you going to be honest?”
“I’m always honest.”
I gave him a skeptical look and he held up three fingers again like when we first met, making me smile.
“You, Alexandra, you’re my favorite thing about Oak Island.”
Our eyes connected, and for the first time I didn’t have to question him.
The truth was written all over his face.
“So, tell me something about yourself that no one knows,” he inquired.
“Hmm…”
“Not even Lucas,” he added.
“Now that’s a hard one, there isn’t anything Lucas doesn’t know.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you’re here with me. That tells me there’s a lot that Lucas doesn’t know about you. If he did, you wouldn’t be here.”