"I'll need a fresh cup of coffee," she informed me.
"About that. What happened to Ms. Charlotte? And who is she?" I didn't look his way although my entire body went taut. He wasn't pleased I was here. I'd done everything he'd asked of me so far but that didn't seem to matter.
"Charlotte retired. She moved to be near her grandchildren. She was getting up there in age, Jasper. I needed more help than she was able to provide."
"You didn't think to ask me before replacing her?" The tone of his voice wasn't what I'd expect from a son talking to his to a mother. It was more of a threat. Or correction. As if he were the boss and she was an employee.
"Don't be so damn rude to your mom," Tate said, dressing Jasper down. I had to agree. Portia wasn't the nicest woman I knew, but she'd taken Heidi and me in without a question or any explanation. She just did it. I owed her so much for that.
Jasper, however, ignored the comment and continued to glare in his mother's direction. Then he turned his attention to me. "We'll need drinks if we don't want to choke on our food."
I felt my face heat from the nasty tone in his voice. "I'm sorry. I was waiting on your conversation to end before I interrupted to ask what I could get you."
"It's okay, love. He's just testy because his girlfriend Maisie ended things with him while she's off gallivanting in Europe for the summer. He'll recover his broken heart soon enough and be as charming as ever. And I'm Sterling by the way." Sterling had a nice smile that displayed perfect white teeth. His brown hair had golden sun streaks in it. Like the others, he looked like he belonged to this set. But he was nice.
"Maisie broke things off? Do her parents know?" Portia sounded horrified.
"She's a twenty-one-year old woman, Mother. I don't think it matters if her parents know or not. Now let's drop the subject."
"I'll take a coffee. Black," Sterling told me with a kind smile.
"Same," Tate said from across the table.
"Milk," Jasper added, turning his gaze my way, a small apologetic smile touched his lips. He was odd. His attitude went from angry to nice so easily.
I turned to look at the quiet guy. The one who had to be named Winston since the other names had been taken. He made me nervous. His boredom made it feel as if he judged everything quietly. "Water," he said without making eye contact with me. His nonchalance made me feel as if I didn't exist. I was beneath him. He was making sure that message was delivered loud and clear.
I hurried from the room with their drink orders. When I started waiting tables at Pizza Pit four years ago, I'd been thrilled to get that job. Now I was thankful I had the experience. Because never once in those years of daydreaming had I thought I'd be waiting on people like this. I was supposed to be in college getting my nursing degree. And my mother was supposed to live a long time. She was supposed to be there to watch me grow up and make my way in the world. And to always be there for Heidi. Mom and Heidi were supposed to be my home. I'd never imagined this would be our future.
My dream of someday working in the pediatric ward of a hospital would never come true now. I had more to worry about than lost dreams. When mother died, she left Heidi to me. And I wouldn't let anything happen to take that smile off Heidi's face. A face that should have looked like mine. Although our eyes were the same color, not much else was the same. Heidi was different, but beautifully so.
I didn't use the French press for the coffees because they didn't ask. I used the fancy machine that normally sat on the kitchen counter collecting dust to make them each a cup of coffee while I made Portia's the way she always insisted. I took one of the frozen mugs from the freezer that Portia had told me were for Jasper's milk two days ago when she asked me to freeze them. I thought the icy mugs sounded nice. Ice cold milk. I almost used one for the water that Mr. I'm-Too-Good-For-Others had asked for, but decided against it. He didn't deserve any special treatment.
Wheeling a cart from the pantry, I used it as a drink tray, placing each of their drinks on it. I was kicking myself because I should have used this contraption for their meals. I could have taken all four plates at one time, but I hadn't thought of the cart until I went into the pantry to get the coffee cups and saw it there.
Walking back into the dining room I heard Portia say. "All summer? But why? You normally travel in the summer."
My stomach dropped. Surely she didn't mean Jasper was planning to stay here all summer. A few days of this I could take, but an entire summer?
I briefly closed my eyes and pictured Heidi's sweet smile. I could do this. I could do anything.
I WAS GIVEN ONE DAY OFF every week to visit Heidi. The place that Portia paid for her to stay had family day on Sunday, and I visited rain or shine. We ate picnics I had prepared outside under the oak trees at the home. We played kickball, and I pushed Heidi on one of the many swings in the large backyard there.
The facility was always full of families and visitors. Heidi had one friend, however, that didn't ever have family visit. She also had Down syndrome. Her name was May.
It bothered Heidi when May was left alone, so we made her a part of our family. I gave her the same special cookie treats I gave Heidi, and she played with us every Sunday. It was what I looked forward to every week. It was all I looked forward to.
But today, I wouldn't be able to see my sister. Today, I would miss my visit. When I called Heidi to explain, she was sad. She didn't say so, but her voice was quieter. It hurt my heart so much. I hated this. I also hated the people outside at the pool keeping me from visiting my sister. They were all spoiled, wealthy, rude, and full of themselves. All of them.
To add to the mayhem, the four boys had multiplied. As the music had gotten louder, the pool area and pool house got busier. The back of the house was alive and overrun with the guests Jasper had over.
I had been running in and out of the main house, keeping ice buckets filled with fresh ice, making sure beer was available, and that the bar was stocked with supplies for mixed drinks. When some blonde who looked like she could use a cheeseburger asked me to fetch her a glass of sparkling water and make sure the bubbles were tiny, I almost shoved her into the pool.
How was one supposed to make bubbles tiny? Did I blow on it a specific way? Or possibly spit in it? Because I liked the idea of spitting in it.
Hurrying back inside, I almost ran into Portia who once again had a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was just after two o'clock in the afternoon. I wasn't judging, but I wondered if this visit was going to drive her to alcoholism.
"You can go tomorrow. Not all day of course. But for a few hours," Portia said to me apologetically.
I paused. Then I looked at her and nodded my understanding. "Thank you." She knew I was upset and she knew why. Another reason I felt Portia wasn't all bad.
She grimaced. "Don't. I'm just saying you can go for a few hours. They'll call if you don't visit. I would rather not deal with the drama." With a flounce of her skirt, she walked away. The way her blonde hair floated as she moved reminded me of my mother. I missed my mother. She was nothing like Portia, but that one movement made me remember a happier time. Even if it was Portia that reminded me.
The ache in my chest eased knowing I would see Heidi tomorrow. I could take cupcakes-she loved them. That wouldn't make up for today, but at least it would make her happy and she'd feel special and loved. I never wanted her to feel forgotten. Momma had never made her feel any different than other kids. I knew the home she lived in made her feel different now. But there was no other choice. Portia didn't want her at her house.
"Do you know the difference in sparkling waters?" a deep voice asked me. Startled, I turned to see Winston standing there shirtless. He was wearing a pair of shorts that hung on his hips showing off a muscular build that was hard not to stare at. But I disliked him enough to ignore it.
"Why?" I asked him as I walked away.
He didn't respond and I kept walking. He wasn't my boss. He was the rude friend. I didn't feel the need to listen to him make fun of my lack of sparkling water knowledge.
I could feel him following behind me. I wished he wouldn't, but other than turning to tell him to go the hell away I was stuck with him. And Jasper didn't care for me. At least, that was my guess. He wanted Ms. Charlotte and I wasn't her. Making his friends angry wouldn't help me keep this job. I needed to make this guy like me or at least approve of me.