Don't Ask My Neighbor (11 page)

Nineteen

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I Don’t Owe You Anything

Kennalyn 

SOMETIMES IT’S OK TO LISTEN TO your heart. It may be risky, but take that leap of faith. There was only one problem with the advice that came from my heart. It was speaking from both sides of its mouth, and I was content listening to the side that told me I needed to focus on fucking her up. Unfortunately, that included ignoring the side that said good things about falling in love with someone like Campbell.

             
I watched him from the pane on the side of the door. He leaned forward and rang the doorbell again. He looked up as if I were going to stick out my head from some second floor window and yell for him to come up or toss him a set of keys so he could let himself in. Why had he shown up? He had the privilege of being the first man I’d met after my divorce from Gage. The only problem was, Felicia had met him first.

             
Campbell was persistent, if nothing else. I’ve ignored his subtle flirtatious gestures, pretending not to see his reflection in the gym mirrors. Sometimes I’ve forgotten that I was supposed to be disregarding him, and instead I admired him from the corners of my eyes as he concentrated on lifting weights that never seemed too heavy for him. My twenty or twenty-five pound dumbbells I often worked out with were no match to the heavy weights he lifted without effort. His hard body glistened from perspiration that seemed to appear the moment his workout began. His white t-shirt clung to chest muscles I’ve fantasized about resting my head on, or kissing his nipples during moments of passion on more than one occasion. He licked his lips seductively when he was sure my stare was directed at him, and secretly peeked at his abs in the mirror when he thought no one paid him attention, though I was sure he did this because he thought all eyes were on him. He was vain, but his vanity, for whatever reason, was an attractive quality, not that in-your-face arrogance that can become too overwhelming. I’ve afforded him the opportunity to check me out, too, as I strut my stuff on a run to nowhere on the treadmill before starting my training session. The one thing that has secretly attracted me to Campbell was the very thing that had kept me closed off from him, avoiding his advances whenever we had our run-ins.

             
Campbell Bates was tall, brown, and lean, with the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. His nose flared almost the width of his mouth, but looked perfect on his face. He smiled only with his top lip, revealing a row of milky-white teeth and a deep dimple in his right cheek, inches away from the corner of his mouth. His lips were the perfect shade of light pink.  He was a good catch, even by my standards. The thought of wrapping my long, curvy Monica-like legs around his waist and feeling him thrust his hard, slippery-wet manhood deeper and deeper inside my soft place never exactly left my mind.

             
I was drained from my day at work, and even more exhausted from my workout with my personal trainer, Oto. After I finished devoting my time to finalizing my divorce from Gage, I joined the local Results Gym, and spent two days a week and one weekend day there, while Alexis and Cody were at practice for their respective seasonal sports. I didn’t need to lose weight or anything like that, just wanted to keep my body healthy. I wasn’t one for New Year resolutions, either, so it wasn’t a part of some decree that wouldn’t last farther than the first month of the new year. It was June, and I was still enjoying sweating it out at the gym.

             
I had just tossed my gym bag in the trunk of the car when Campbell came up behind me in a light jog.

             
“Kennalyn,” he called out, breathing heavily.

             
It wouldn’t be a bad idea if he would spend some time on a treadmill or an elliptical. It would work wonders for his stamina. I closed the trunk, pressed the unlock button on the automatic car door opener, and began to walk toward the door on the driver side of the car.

             
“I haven’t seen you here in a couple of visits. How have you been?” Campbell continued.

             
I leaned against the car and thought before responding to him. I spent the next five or ten minutes explaining to Campbell why he hadn't seen me in the gym in the last two weeks.  Of course, that reason, not that I owed him one, couldn’t be farther from the truth. I expounded on the fact that I had been busy, that my work in the field had taken time away from all the things that would make my life normal, with the exception of my children, of course. I didn’t know whether or not Campbell believed me; quite frankly, I didn’t care that much. The truth is, I had been in the gym, watching him under a carefully created disguise. It worked.

             
“Why don't you let me take you to dinner?" Campbell asked.

             
Still leaning against the car, I stared at my feet before responding. The last time he extended me a dinner invitation was supposed to have been the last time he was going to ask me out if I’d said no, and, of course, I did, but there he was, again, asking that same question. Like I said, he was nothing, if not consistent. He was consistently asking me out, consistently hearing the same response, and consistently hoping that my response the next time he asked would differ from the last.

             
"I just don't have the time right now," I said, pulling the handle on the car door, and positioning myself comfortably in the seat.

             
“What’s the rush? Have I said something that offended you?” Campbell asked, though he was sure he hadn’t.

             
"It’s nothing like that. I haven't been home all day, and I need to get out of these gym clothes.”

             
“So, how about it? Have dinner with me on Saturday? I’ll even pick you up,” he asked again, with a weak laugh.

             
I pulled the car door closed, pressed the button to start the engine, and then pressed another to let down the driver-side window.

             
"Dinner on Saturday," I said with a smile. "But I'll meet you."

             
Campbell winked, and then turned toward the gym. After trying for months to convince me to go out with him, against my better judgment, I had finally agreed. I smiled at his persistence. On Saturday I met Campbell for dinner, and when the night was over, I told him I couldn’t see him again.

             
The doorbell rang again and brought me back to the first question I hadn’t yet found the answer to:
Why was he here?

             
I opened the door slowly. He stood with his back toward the door and both hands in his pockets. Maybe he thought I wasn’t home and was preparing to walk away.
Damn!
I thought.
If I’d just waited one more minute.

             
“Campbell,” I called out, getting his attention.

             
He turned, removing his hands from his pockets. They hung at his sides until he covered his mouth with his right, as if it was about to deliver some horrible news he was finding a hard time believing himself. The look on his face was serious, but I remained untroubled by his presence. He stared at me, sizing me up.

             
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

             
“Why are you here?”

             
“For God sake, it’s not exactly warm out here, Kennalyn.”

             
“I’m sure you knew that before you decided to show up here unannounced, and also uninvited,” I said, leaving the door open and walking away from him.

             
I thought he would respond, but he remained quiet. I sat in the living room on the platform in front of the fireplace and leaned against the stoned wall. Campbell stood just inside the living room.

             
“You don’t trust too many people, do you?” Campbell began.

             
I laughed.

             
“I’m glad you find it amusing, but I wasn’t telling a damn joke,” he continued.

             
I looked at him as if he was crazy, and he quickly recanted his statement.

             
“See, that’s a funny word, trust. My kids, I trust. But when it comes to husbands and best friends, I don’t have a trusting bone in my body.”

             
“Do I look like him?”

             
“Who?” I asked, looking at my watch.

             
Gage called while I was at work and left a message asking if he could have Cody and Alexis for the night. They were celebrating Leandra’s sixty-second birthday one night earlier so they could be home watching the presidential returns like everyone else on election night. I’d forgotten the old bat’s birthday was in November. I got along with Leandra for the children’s sake, while I forced a quasi-cordial relationship with Gage, also for the children, and it took a lot out of me to establish that. I’d given him the usual warnings when I returned his call: pick them up on time—I didn’t want my babies to have to wait on him—make sure they get something to eat and complete their homework, and keep them away from your bitch. Of course, he hung up before I could complete my last instruction.

             
“Come on, Kennalyn,” Campbell said, walking closer to me. “I saw you today, except that I didn’t see you.”

             
“And that doesn’t sound confusing to you?” I looked at him with puzzled eyes.

             
“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” he pleaded.

             
“Because there’s nothing to tell.”

             
I tried to remain calm and unbothered by his questions and accusations, but the more he talked, the more I felt my blood reaching its boiling point.

             
“It wasn’t you that I saw on the metro, in disguise, trying hard not to look at me? I’ve seen that person at the gym, at the same time that I didn’t see you. And just like you did on the train this morning, you dodged me, avoided eye contact, as if telling me what was happening would put a dent in some illustrious plan you’ve concocted. After what we had, can’t you tell me one simple truth?”

             
I knew what I said next was going to hurt him, but I wanted to protect him. I knew how vindictive Samantha could be, and she would have no problem going after my right hand man, my left hand man, and everyone in between. I was sure Campbell believed he was man enough to handle Samantha’s retaliation, but you could never be ready for her wrath.

             
“After what we had?”

             
I laughed.

             
“Let’s call what we had exactly what it was: nothing. We had a few dates, a couple nights together, and you think that constitutes…”

             
I paused, stood, and stared at him.

             
“A relationship?”

             
“I know you’re saying those words to purposely hurt me, Kennalyn. But it looks like you’re the one still in agony. You’re pushing me away and shutting me out. This has everything to do with Gage, doesn’t it?”

             
I kept staring at him, and allowed him to have his soapbox moment. My response meant nothing because he already had all the answers.

             
“What you’re doing is not going to bring your ex-husband back. It’s not going to bring you back to that night you said your world collapsed.”

             
“Okay, that’s it,” I said, walking toward the kitchen, and like I knew he would, he followed behind me.

             
In the kitchen I removed one of the opened bottles of wine from the cooler and an extra tall wine glass from the shelf. In silence, Campbell watched me filling the glass, and I emptied half of it before I even thought about saying another word to him. Wine was such a good remedy. True, I had intentionally pushed him away, but I had only planned on pushing him far enough where he was still in my reach when this humiliation of Samantha was over. Yes, I was taking a risk, but it was one I was willing to take. I held the glass in my hand and then slowly returned it to the counter.

             
It was obvious Campbell had given some thought about my distance from him. Usually when he asked me about my day at work, he was always given a one-word response. With him, I wasn’t one of those women who wanted her boyfriend to sit and listen to her rant about all the things that could go wrong with her day at work. Hell, I like it much better when he didn’t ask, because I didn’t want to lie to him. As much as I was dismissing him now, I never wanted to lie to him.

             
“What’s it, Kennalyn?” Campbell said, grabbing my hand. “Whatever it is, I can help you.”

             
“I don’t need your help.” I removed my hand from his.