Something Wild(35)

As Grace moved to the door of the pub, Penny envisioned how she and Ryan  must have looked, giggling and whispering and flirting. Please, please  don't let her know what's going on. Yet even as she wished it, she knew  it was futile.

When Grace approached the bar, Penny braced herself, the ugly feeling of  being caught at something ricocheting down through her. I've just lost  Ryan's job for him.

"Hi," Penny choked out as Grace's small green eyes met hers.

Grace pushed up her glasses. "I came down to tell you Martin just called."

She'd finally heard from him herself just yesterday, of course, but for  some reason, Penny couldn't have been more stunned if Grace had said the  Queen Mother had phoned. "Oh?"

"He's flying back late tonight and will be in the office tomorrow morning. I figured you'd want to know."

"Of course," Penny said, absently wiping the bar and nodding. "Thanks."                       
       
           



       

With that, Grace started to leave, and Penny's heart began to lighten  with the unbelievable. Maybe Grace hadn't seen anything and Penny had  imagined all this discomfort.

Before she reached the door, though, Grace turned around. "Penny, I don't mean to stick my nose into your business, but … "

Oh no. Here it comes.

"I saw you in the park the other day."

Penny's heart sank like a brick.

"And I saw you just now, too. I don't know the whole story, and I don't  have any idea what you plan to tell Martin, but  …  well, you might at  least consider being more discreet."

Penny felt like some kind of cheating wife whose indiscretions had just  been plastered across a billboard on I-75. "Grace, I'm  …  sorry." Her  chest hurt and she had no idea what else to say.

To her surprise, Grace came back to the bar and touched Penny's hand,  damp and clammy now from the rag beneath it. "I'm not the one you should  apologize to."

Penny felt tears threatening because no matter what had changed inside  her, she was still a nice person, still more of a good girl at heart  than she'd realized, and she hated the way this looked, and the way it  made her feel. She almost considered telling Grace the truth-at least  about her feelings for Martin-but she didn't think it would be right.  She couldn't tell Grace she wasn't marrying Martin before telling Martin  himself.

As Grace turned to leave again, Penny said, "Grace, wait."

She looked back.

"I can't imagine what you must think of me right now, but it's much more  complicated than you know. That's no excuse, I realize, but  …  well, I  think of you as a friend, and I don't want that to change."

Finally, Grace's expression softened. "I think of you that way, too,  Penny, and that's why I came in here. I just wanted to remind you that  you're not invisible, that your actions may have repercussions."

Even after the door shut behind Grace, though, Penny still felt like a  heel. Grace was right. Who knew how many people that knew both her and  Martin might have seen her and Ryan just now, or some other time, like  at the park or the grocery store. The world always got smaller when you  were trying to keep a secret.

And now that Martin was really coming home tomorrow, and so much  anticipation and buildup had gathered around his return, Penny realized  just how much she didn't want to hurt him. She could try to justify her  actions by reminding herself that their relationship had really amounted  to nothing more than friendship, but what it came down to was that he'd  fallen in love with her and had expected her fidelity for at least as  long as it took to mull over his marriage proposal. She'd treated him  horribly, was still treating him horribly. It might not feel like  cheating in her heart, but how would Martin see it if he found out?

She truly did care for him. It'd been easy to forget that these past ten  wonderful, horrible days, but she did. She'd known him for a long time,  having shared two years of friendship before they'd started dating.  Although their romance was recent, their relationship went back further,  and Penny had just spent a week and a half trampling it without  reverence.

Oh sure, she'd told herself she was concerned, she'd let guilt leak into  her selfish pleasures, but she'd also conveniently pushed it aside time  after time. Even her guilt had been selfish, more about her than  Martin. But now, maybe for the first time since all of this had started,  she really thought about him, the man who was her friend, the man who  loved her and wanted to build a life with her, and she thought about his  real feelings, as well. He would be crushed if all this came out. Of  course, she still couldn't marry him, but how could she ever really be  with Ryan, either, under the circumstances?

And when her thoughts shifted to Ryan, her heart caved in further. After  everything he'd confided in her, about his family, his past job losses,  and how important this job was to him, she'd still prodded him into  bed, over and over. Again, how selfish she'd been.

After all, she'd known from the beginning that this was just about  having fun. Sure, they'd had wonderful, wild times together, and sure,  they'd been about as intimate as two lovers could be. He'd even sent her  those panties and told her he missed her, but  …  it wasn't love for him.  He was more worldly than Penny in the ways of sex. Well, more than she  usually was, anyway. He'd never told her, but she knew instinctively  that he'd had a lot of lovers, casual lovers. He knew how to flirt  without going too deep, and any secrets he'd ever told her had been only  because she'd pushed him with her questions. To have kept on with this  relationship was selfish and thoughtless on her part. And to continue it  now would be the most selfish act of all, wouldn't it?                       
       
           



       

For Martin and for Ryan.

Martin was coming back. And Grace knew their secret. How much more dire  could things get? And what would happen to Ryan if he lost his job over  this, over her? It wasn't just his livelihood, but his very life. And  what about the money he sent home to his parents? What if he didn't have  it to send anymore?

As Penny looked down at the same spot on the bar she'd been wiping for  several minutes now, she realized a lot rode on her actions, so much  more than her own happiness, so much more than her silly, selfish need  to be wild. No matter how she looked at it, she'd spent the last ten  days wreaking havoc in the lives of two men she cared for. If she  stopped that now, this very minute, it might not be too late to make  things right again.

* * *

When Penny got home at the end of the day, she tried to act as if it was  any other day. She took off her shoes, looked at her mail, poured  herself a glass of iced tea in an attempt to cool herself down. Humidity  and scorching temperatures had returned, having edged steadily upward  since last week's rain.

But such sadness had built inside her through the day that she knew all  this pretending-even to herself-was a wasted effort. She'd made a  decision, and no matter how many times she went back over it, it seemed  the only right thing to do. As she'd realized during her talk with  Grace, Nice Girl Penny really did remain alive and well inside her. She  had to do the right thing, or she'd never be able to live with herself.

As for Martin, he'd certainly be hurt when she turned down his proposal,  but not nearly as hurt as he'd be if he found out she'd taken up with  someone new, his employee no less, while he was away.

And as for Ryan  …  well, sexual urges aside, he'd get over this quickly.  It was just a matter of putting distance between them, and for more than  a day or two this time. Once he refocused on his work, on the reason  he'd come to Cincinnati in the first place, he'd forget about her. She'd  become nothing more than a pleasant memory, a last, wild fling before  he really settled down for good. And then maybe he'd even find someone  else to date, someone who wasn't so wild, who wasn't so bad for him.

Penny choked back a sob at that last horrifying thought, and grabbed for  the phone and dialed his number before she chickened out. Her stomach  churned as she waited for him to answer.

"Hello?" His beautiful, deep voice echoed across the phone lines into her heart. How was she going to make herself do this?

"It's, uh, me."

"Hey, where are you?" He sounded happy to hear from her. "I was starting to worry."

Penny glanced at the clock; it was almost six. "I'm  …  not coming," she said, swallowing back the lump in her throat.

Concern invaded his voice. "What's wrong? Car trouble or something?"

"No, but I  …  uh, spoke with Grace this afternoon. She saw us, Ryan. In  the park. And today in the pub. And Martin will be back in the office  tomorrow morning."