23
Sierra
It was possible I might throw up. The happiness and bliss I had felt this morning was as fleeting as the tide.
I stared at Blake, not sure how we had shared so much but were now so far apart.
"I don't want my last two days of the summer to be like this," I tried to explain. "I'm happy with you. I've loved this week."
There was something new in his eyes. Determination. Pain. I couldn't figure it out.
"Then two days it is."
"That's it?" I asked. "You're ok, with seeing how the two days go?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged, pushing himself off the bed. He walked to the bathroom.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I held up one of the white paper bags.
"I think I'll take a shower. Not that hungry."
I didn't want to correct him. He had been starving. So hungry he rushed to the grill.
"Ok."
He closed the door behind him, and I wondered how in the hell we were going to make it through the next two days without breaking each other's hearts all over again. It seemed like it might be the thing we were best at.
There had been so many things I had neglected since I'd left the island, I didn't know where to start to repair them all.
Blake had left a few hours ago. He said he was supposed to meet Cole at the barn to talk about opening the boat business again to his family. I knew it wasn't the right time to start asking questions.
This morning had been amazing and a disaster.
My finger trailed over the address book Aunt Lindy kept next to her phone in the kitchen. There were other ways I could track down Emily, but this one would work.
I dialed the number and waited for her to answer.
"Hello?"
"Emily, it's Sierra."
"Sierra?"
"Yeah, hey. I know this is weird calling out of the blue, but I'm at Aunt Lindy's and I found your number. So I thought I'd call and say hi."
"Hi."
I chewed my lip. I was too nervous to get the courage to keep talking.
"Sorry about your aunt," she offered.
"Thank you. I inherited the estate. I've been on the island a couple of weeks trying to clean out the house."
"Oh, that sounds like a big undertaking."
I smiled. It was almost as if she were here. "It is. Bigger than I thought."
"Do you maybe want some help?"
"What?"
"I could drive over for a few hours. I could help you for a little bit. If you want."
I had to stop from squealing. "I would love that. I'd love to see you."
"Ok, I'm about thirty minutes away, so give me about an hour and I'll be there."
I clutched the phone in my hand. "Thank you." I hadn't even bothered to ask where she lived now or what she did. I guessed we could catch up on all those things when she arrived.
An hour later I had my former best friend wrapped in a bear hug. I greeted her on the porch and almost cried from happiness.
"You look amazing." She glanced at me.
"And I love your hair." She was always the cute petite one. We were yin and yang. And it worked for us.
"Thanks. I thought short summer cut for the summer. You know?"
I led her inside. "Thanks for offering to help me out. I'm so overwhelmed and I have to leave in two days."
"Two days?" She seemed surprised.
"You sound like Blake."
"Blake?" Her mouth fell open.
"Shit," I whispered. I wasn't going to talk about him.
"You and Blake?"
I sat at the kitchen table. I nodded. "Sort of. Yes."
"Ok. So I know we haven't talked in eight years. But you have to tell me what's going on."
I laughed. I realized it didn't matter how many years had passed. We were Emily and Sierra. Best friends for life.
"We ran into each other and one thing led to another and we've been seeing each other." I left out a majority of the story. My eyes went to hers. "And I told him the truth, Emily. I told him I was pregnant."
"Oh. Wow. How did he take it?"
"Ehh. I think ok. We haven't really talked about it much. The baby that is. I think he needed the truth. He deserved the truth. But it hurt him about his dad." I lowered my eyes. "And now I've screwed everything up again by not agreeing to move to Florida with him."
"What? He wants you to move to Florida?"
"Yeah. Don't you think that's a little fast? I mean we just reconnected. And it's heavy. Right? Our past is heavy."
She leaned in toward me and I realized how good it felt to unburden myself to someone. Especially someone who knew who I used to be. Someone who knew Blake before he was an iconic playboy.
"First of all … how did you say no? Second of all … he is sexy as hell. How did you say no?"
"Because."
"Not really an answer. He is basically the hottest guy on the planet. A guy who used to be very much in love with you. And he wants you to move in with him?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"And it's too fast, why?"
"I have a career. I have a life in Dallas. I have people." Although I couldn't think of any of them at the moment.
"Right. And you're going to tell me for the past eight years you haven't thought about Blake Wyatt?"
I shook my head. "Every day."
"Then go with him."
"I wish it was that easy."
"Maybe it is, girl."
I looked at my friend. From her view it was simple. But from where I was sitting, it was anything but. Life with Blake couldn't be more complicated.
24
Sierra
A few hours later I looked up from one of the cardboard boxes I had packed full of salt and pepper shakers. Emily was knee deep in casserole dishes.
"I had no idea your aunt had so much stuff."
"Me either."
The sun was starting to go down.
"How about a glass of wine?" I offered. "We should take a break."
Emily smiled. "That sounds good, but what do you think about going to the Dock House?"
"Really? You want to drive over there?"
"Yes. Let's go. We could never get in when we were in high school. There's always music."
"I might have gone earlier in the week with Blake."
She laughed. "Of course you did. Want to go with your friend?"
I looked at her. "I'd love to. Let's do it."
"I'll drive," she offered. "I remember what a light weight you used to be."
"Hey." I took pretend offense.
As soon as we arrived I scanned the deck full of people crowding in front of the Dock House stage. There were sunburned tourists everywhere.
"I've never seen so many people here. This band must be really good," Emily commented.
There were no drums or other musical equipment on the stage-only a couple amps and a microphone in the center-and crisscross lights were strung over the platform.
A hush seemed to settle over the crowd, but it was disturbed when one of the groupies up front began to squeal. "Here he comes!"
A tall form ambled across the dark stage to the center and turned his back to the concertgoers. I could make out the outline of a guitar strapped on the singer's back, but nothing more.
He turned around as the stage lights came up and began to strum the opening notes of a familiar song. A deep, ultra-sexy voice belted out the lyrics, and it was a moment before I processed the crooner standing about five feet in front of me. I felt Emily pull on my arm, but all I could focus on were those bedroom eyes and that voice. Blake.
He had now reached the chorus, and the crowd joined in a sing-along, hoisting their drinks in the air. He smiled and sauntered across the stage, winking at his front-row fan club along the way.
"Did you know he could play like this?" Emily yelled over the noise.
I shook my head and followed him as he made his way back to the center, closing in on the song's finale. I hadn't imagined this drop-dead gorgeous man could be one bit hotter. Not for the first time this summer, he proved me wrong again. My pulse raced when I saw him search the crowd, glance past the shrieking girls, and lock eyes with me.
"Thank you," he said over the applause and wolf whistles. "Thank you for coming out tonight."
The cheers erupted.
He adjusted his guitar and continued. "It's great to be around so many old friends at the Dock House. I hope you won't mind if I test out some new material."
The crowd roared again. I looked around at the happy audience smiling and shouting for more from the man who had rocked my world more than once.
"I'd like to dedicate this one to a special summer friend," he muttered into the mic.
I stood behind the row of screaming girls, trying to absorb everything that was happening. As soon as Blake's words launched into the bar, everything else around me faded to black. The only two people in the room were Blake and me.