His For Keeps: (50 Loving States, Tennessee) (28 page)

WHEN I WAKE UP, the sun is shining, which is not right because it was dark the last time we fell asleep, and whenever I stay overnight at my grandma’s, it’s always dark when I get back on the road to head to Alabama.

I curse, hopping out of bed, only to stop when my entire body protests. Everything aches, from the top of my neck, to the bottom of my feet, and especially between my legs.

I mince out of bed, hoping the soreness will wear off before I get back to Beau and Josie’s.

“Where are you going?” Colin asks, rolling over in bed.

He didn’t put any hair product in last night, and now his blond hair is all over his head, looking like a cat went through it.

“I’m late for work,” I tell him. “I needed to get out of here…” I look at the bedside clock and cringe. “Like two hours ago.”

That’s when Colin looks at the clock and curses, too.

“I’m late, too. Better call Ginny to see if she can move my appointment with the buyers back an hour.”

Thank heavens Colin rinsed me off like a dirty pet last night after our unscheduled shower sex. At least I don’t have to worry about smelling like a brothel when I roll into Beau and Josie’s house several hours late. I drag my overnight bag out of the closet and hastily throw on a wrinkled blouse and jeans.

I see Colin in my periphery, doing the same thing near his shiny dresser drawer, while talking on the phone with Ginny. Switching the phone back and forth, he throws on a pair of jeans rubs a stick of deodorant under his arms, hits himself with a spray of cologne, and then puts his long-sleeved Johnny Cash t-shirt on over it all. He even manages to get his mother’s cross back around his neck, using only one hand. One hair-tie to bind his golden hair at the back of his head later, and he looks all set to go in comparison to my barely presentable self.

I wave good-bye to him, seriously wondering why a guy like him sees anything in a girl like me. Or at least I try to wave good-bye.

When he sees I’m leaving, he comes over from the dresser and catches me, wrapping one long arm around my waist and pulling me to him. “Hey Ginny, let me put you on hold for a few seconds. Kyra’s leaving...”

He holds the phone away as he presses a bunch of kisses into my lips. “See you in a couple of weeks at the CMAs, Blue.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“I’ll try,” I answer, though I’m really not seeing a world where I give my two-week notice and then ask for the last Thursday before I’m due to quit off.

Colin kisses me again. This time so deep, it feels like a promise.

“I’ll call you later after I’m done with this house business. And you call Ginny the next time you have a minute to figure out the movers and what not.”

The movers. I cringe, thinking about the two very big elephants I still haven’t told him about.

“About that…”

“Git, Blue,” he says, like I’m trying his patience. “I’ve got to get this house business sorted out with Ginny now, so we’re going to have to save arguing about you moving in when I’m back in town with more rope.”

He gets back on the phone with Ginny before I can answer.

“Yeah, Ginny. See if the buyers can move it back an hour. If not, I can still make it, but I had a friend I wanted to pay a visit to before I went over there…”

32

I go back and forth with myself the entire three hours it takes to get home. On the one hand, I’m liking this not-a-secret-girlfriend feeling. On the other, I wonder if I’m ever going to be able to forgive myself for not only deceiving Beau and Josie, but also letting them down with my resignation.

And let me tell you, I don’t feel any better when Josie comes running out of the house and throws her arms around me like a long lost child.

“Where have you been?” she demands before I can so much as say hi. “
Where have you been
?”

“We were worried about you,” Beau says dryly, coming up to stand behind her.

“I’m sorry,” I say, hugging Josie back, though without near as much ferocity. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I should’ve texted. But I got a late start coming back from Tennessee and I was more worried about getting here.”

I expect a “that’s okay,” but Josie pulls back from me, her eyes full of tears. “You’ve never been late before! Never! You should have called us. Let us know you were okay!”

“I’m so sorry,” I say again, feeling really bad now. “Josie, believe me, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You didn’t worry me,” she practically shouts. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry I scared you,” I say, shaking my head.

“You scared me
shitless
!!”

This makes Beau’s head swivel from me to Josie’s direction. She rarely curses, and even if he can’t see the tears in her eyes or the way she’s clutching at my arms, like a worried mother reunited with her lost child, her cussing is enough to tell him something isn’t right.

“Josie,” he says. “She apologized. Why are you still so upset?”

Josie swipes at her tears. “You don’t understand. Anything could have happened to her.”

But maybe Beau does understand, because his forehead furrows. “Anything could’ve happened to her
like what
?”

Josie doesn’t answer.

And Beau says, “Josie, tell me what’s going on.”

Josie looks at me, and though I’m nobody to be advising anybody else on telling the truth, I say to her, “I think you better tell him. Or else you’re going to scare him like I scared you.”

Josie shakes her head. “Beau, it’s nothing. It’s just we’ve been having some problems with Mike Lancer.”

Beau tilts his head to the side. “Mike Lancer? Mike Lancer who used to play high school football with me? That Mike Lancer?”

“Yeah, your old best friend,” Josie mumbles.

Beau flinches like she’s just accused him of kicking a puppy. “When I was young and dumb maybe, but I haven’t talked to that guy in years.”

Josie makes a real deep study of the ground as she says, “Well, I have. Kind of… his wife came to the shelter. And we helped her. And now he’s mad… and he’s been doing some pretty awful things—nothing we can prove, but—”

“Did he threaten you?” Beau’s gone completely still, and though his voice is calm, I can see he’s barely keeping it together.

“No, he’s never come after me directly,” Josie answers quickly, her voice as reassuring as can be. “It’s more like sending city inspectors over and trying to mess with our license. Real pesky stuff like that.”

But Beau’s not buying her lightweight explanation of what’s been going on with Mike for a second. “If it’s so ‘pesky,’ why didn’t you tell me about any of it, like you did Kyra?”

“Well, I kind of had to tell Kyra…” Josie says, looking away from him. “She had a run-in with Mike at the grocery store, and he threatened her...”

“He’s threatening our help!?” Beau thunders.

Being called the help while I’m standing right there, and by Beau of all people, makes me wince. Though he’s right. That’s what I am to him. All I’ll ever be to him.

“You should have told me!” he says to Josie.

“Beau…” Josie starts, and she’s rubbing her temple above her glasses like the world’s biggest headache just came over her.

“Why didn’t you let me protect you?” he asks her.

“It’s not about protecting
me
, Beau!” Josie answers, her voice shrill with barely contained emotion.

Her answer goes off like a bomb between them. And for a few moments, all I can hear are lawn mowers in the distance and the birds in the trees.

Then Beau says, “Oh, I get it. It’s about protecting me.
You
were trying to protect your poor, blind fiancé.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” Josie insists.

Over the next fifteen minutes, I come to plainly understand why Josie was so reluctant to tell Beau about the Mike Lancer situation. He does not take any of it well, and the more Josie tries to explain, the more pissed off he gets.

I watch them argue, telling myself to stay out of it. But I can’t help myself. I jump in, even though this whole matter ranks pretty damn high on the list of things that ain’t my business.

I put my hands on both of Beau’s thick arms, taking his attention away from laying into Josie.

“Listen, Beau, I’m not saying Josie was right about keeping this from you. But the fact is whatever she did, she did because she loves you. She loves you so much. So much…”

My heart aches with the unspoken part of the rest of that statement.
And so do I.
But instead, I press on. “That’s all that matters. The love. The rest of it is bad, yeah, but we can figure it out. Let’s just go into the house—”

Beau surprises the hell out of me when he actually leans in, sniffing the air around me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to step away.

But he catches me by both arms and sniffs some more, before lifting both his eyebrows. “Something you want to tell us, Kyra, about why you’re late?”

“I told you I got a late start.”

“Did you get a late start because somebody kept you up late? Somebody with real good taste in cologne?”

I freeze.

And Beau smirks. “Josie, I think Kyra’s gone and gotten herself a boyfriend.”

“Colin Fairgood,” I hear Josie say behind me.

And my heart catches. How did she know?

I whip around to ask her, only to find she isn’t talking about me, but
to
me. A familiar black vintage truck is coming down the circular driveway, one I immediately recognize even before it comes to a stop right behind my car.

This time, my heart doesn’t just hiccup, it stops beating all together as I watch Colin Fairgood step out of his truck in paralyzed horror. When he sees me, standing there with Beau, whose hands are still curled around my upper arms, Colin freezes, too. At first he looks confused, like somebody who thinks he’s got the wrong address.

But then his whole face hardens, his eyes becoming two rocks of blue ice.

33

“What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?” Colin asks us between clenched teeth.

Honestly, my first instinct is to run. I actually look toward my car and think of jumping into it. Peeling out of the driveway and speeding away, not stopping until I'm somewhere safe. And far, far away from here.

Except Colin's car is now blocking mine. And his blue gaze keeps me pinned to the spot, unable to move, unable to answer, even.

“What are you doing here, Colin?” Josie asks. Her worried eyes land on Beau and me, but for much different reasons than the ones that have Colin staring us down.

“I got your wedding invitation in the mail.” Colin answers but his eyes stay riveted on me. “Thought I'd stop by, try to bury the hatchet since I'm in the neighborhood seeing about my mama's house.”

Too late, I remember his mother doesn't just have the one house where she died up in Tennessee. She has two. The one in Brentwood. And the colonial up the street, where she lived for years before Colin moved her up to Tennessee.

Colin looks from me to Beau then back to me again. The same question Josie just asked him clear on his face but directed at me. He wants to know why I'm here. In Alabama. At the house of a man he hates and the woman he at one time claimed to be in love with.

I step away from Beau and turn to face Colin. Not because I'm brave, but because I can't see any other way out of this.

“I… um… I took a job working with Josie and Beau after we met in Birmingham. They're the generous employers I told you about.”

Colin goes very, very still. And it doesn't seem like his mouth is hardly moving at all when he answers, “You mean the employers you didn't tell me anything about. Because you knew I wouldn't have taken any of your calls if I knew you were working for him.”

Josie, bless her heart, steps in then, getting between Colin and me.

“Colin… I know this looks bad. But you can't blame this on Kyra. She's a good person, a very sweet soul, and she didn't tell you she was working for us because…” she shoots an apologetic look at Beau, before confessing, “because I told her not to.”

“What?” both Colin and Beau say together.

And Josie holds up her hands. “Just let me explain,” she says, looking between both of them before deciding to direct her words at Colin. “I knew Kyra was right about you needing a friend after your mama's passing… but I also knew there wasn't any way you'd accept Kyra's friendship if you knew it was coming through me.”

“So you sicced her on me?” Colin nearly yells.

Before she can answer, Beau says. “Josie, what the hell is going on here!? Why is Fairgood in my driveway talking about you siccin' Kyra on him?”

“I was only trying to help him, Beau!” Josie insists. “He used to be my best friend and he was hurting and he didn't have anyone left to talk to. What kind of person would I be if I didn't try to help him? I know paying Kyra a little extra to check in on him wasn't exactly the most upstanding thing to do in the world. But that's what I do when I see people who need help. I try to help them.”

Colin's eyes narrow on Josie now. “Let me get this straight. You paid Kyra to be my friend? Like that was part of her job description? To do whatever she does for Beau and be my friend?”

I cringe, because that had been our deal exactly. After talking for a little bit outside Colin's hotel room, she'd called me up the next day to ask if I'd be interested in becoming Beau's live-in aide, since his old one was preparing to move on to another client now that Beau had met his rehabilitation goals. When Josie described my duties, I explained it was too little work for me to charge her my regular rate. She'd gone quiet for a second, then come back with a new deal: my regular rate to do a much easier job than I was used to, plus keeping in touch with Colin to provide the support Josie could no longer give him. And I'd taken it. Because at the time, I didn't think Colin would actually talk to me. I still remember thinking I'd need to figure out something else to justify my regular rate once it was clear Colin refused to talk to me.

But then he hadn't refused to talk to me. And things had gone on from there, getting out of hand, real quick. Now I was here in Beau and Josie's driveway, unable to even say something cliché like, “Let me explain,” because really, there was nothing to explain. Colin had nailed it.