Torn (Connections #2)(35)

I can only laugh. He was more than a little buoyant, but talking about why he drank so much is not what I want to do right now. "How about we stop for coffee on the way to do something I have always wanted to do?"

He slides his body along the length of mine, then slips his arms under my back and presses his lips to my ear. "Hmmm . . . that sounds fun."

I sigh deeply. With his body so close and his warm breath on me it's hard to concentrate. I think a day away from all the chaos will help us both find the courage to have the conversation neither one of us wants to initiate. With determination I place my hands on his chest and push him off me slightly.

"What?" he asks, glancing down at me.

"Not sex!"

He pauses then kisses me. "I know," he laughs, "but I can't help it if my mind wanders when you throw words around like 'something I've never done.'" 

Careful not to grab his sore hand, I scoot out from under him and pull him by his other hand. "Come on, Loverboy, we're headed to Keanu Reeves territory."

He looks at me questioningly and shakes his head no.

"Point Break. Keanu Reeves. Johnny Utah. Latigo Beach," I say so he knows where I'm talking about.

All signs of playfulness and laughter disappear. "I know the movie, Dahlia. But I'm not going to the beach with you."

I gently clutch both of his hands and mold my naked body to his. Staring right into his emerald green eyes, I beg, "Please. Let's go to Malibu. I've never been and I think it will be a good place for us to spend the day together."

Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly shakes his head. "I don't know."

"You have to go to the beach with me eventually. Let's just get in the car and hop on the 101. Once we get there, if you're still not feeling it, we can just hit up Neptune's Net for breakfast."

He looks straight at me when he says, "God, why can't I ever just say no to you?"


***

Once I'm showered and dressed in my bathing suit, shorts, and my concert T-shirt of The Who, I pull my hair back and head downstairs. I'm in my office typing out a few e-mails when he enters. He had to take a call from Xander so I decided to get a little work done.

He comes in wearing jeans, a white short-sleeve T-shirt, and his Wayfarer sunglasses. It looks more than hot on him but it's not exactly beach apparel, so I have to laugh. Especially when I look down and see his Adidas-at least he traded his work boots for sneakers.

"You can't wear jeans to the beach."

There's a flash of the smirk I love before he slides the waistband of his jeans down so I can see his board shorts. Come to think of it I don't think I've ever seen him in shorts and I know he would never own a pair of flip-flops. I have to draw in a deep breath to compose myself because he looks amazing no matter what he wears and showing me his bare skin does amazing things to me. But if I act on them we'll never make it to the beach.

"You're not going to make me wear a Ronald Reagan mask, are you?" he jokes, turning around and lacing his fingers in mine before pulling me out the door. We head back upstairs and grab some water bottles, towels, and my camera. As we exit through the kitchen, he stops to pick up the key lying on the landing and puts it back on top of the doorframe. I point to the hole in the wall. "Did you do that?"

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"River why . . . ," I start to ask, but I know why so I stop.

He responds anyway. "Well, let's just say I was in a piss-ass mood and the key wouldn't cooperate."

I look away in avoidance. I'm not ready to talk more about Ben, and I know he isn't, either, so I step by him and head down the stairs. I really just want to spend the day together and enjoy each other's company.

We cruise down to Malibu in his vintage black Porsche, managing to somehow keep the mood light.

"Did I tell you Jack talked to me about helping him produce MC Hammer's Too Tight album?"

Snapping my head in his direction, my jaw drops. "Shut up. You're shitting me. How did he get that? I thought it was buried along with his career."

He laughs. "No I'm not. He picked up some small production company that years ago had acquired Death Row Records' vault and it's just sitting in there waiting for someone to show it some love. Jack just has to see if he can get MC to sign off on it."



       
         
       
        

"Isn't gangster rap a little passé?"

River shakes his head. "Maybe, who knows? But the cameo by Tupac will have everyone listening."

I nod my head, trying not to think about the sadness of Tupac Shakur's murder. River rolls his window down and I follow suit. Then he starts singing "U Can't Touch This," and I laugh hysterically. Soon I'm grabbing my camera and shooting pictures of him. He turns and mouths, "You can't touch this" as well as some of the other best lines and I capture them all.