Indelible (6 page)

“Sure you don’t know her?” Jack teased.

“Dad, leave it alone.”

“Can’t help it, pumpkin. An old man has a right to want to see his one and only daughter happy.”

It was a speech he’d given her before. She didn’t understand it then, and she didn’t understand it now. It’s not like she was unhappy. “I’m happy, Dad.”

“No, but you could be if you’d unwind a little.”

Unwind? Like him? Focusing more on finding the happiness in the bottom of a water pipe than on raising her son? No, thanks, not for Angie. “I’m wound just fine.”

“Angie—”

“I’m fine,” Angie said firmly. She was done with the conversation. It was useless to discuss something that simply would not change. Angie was determined not to take her focus away from Oliver, and Luna looked too good in leather to be interested in playing house. And she couldn’t forget Luna’s possessive girlfriend, who made it clear she didn’t plan to share.

Angie tried not to watch Luna for the rest of the game, but couldn’t help but notice when the game ended and Luna walked toward the parking lot with Ruby wrapped around her. They looked good together.

Angie was sure she and Luna would look better.

Wednesday, July 29

Oliver dropped a staggering number of bags on the couch in a clump. Jack patted Oliver on the shoulder and went into the kitchen. If total packages were the meter used to judge a trip to the mall, theirs had been successful.

“You should see what Grandpa got me.” Oliver’s eyes were bright. Recently, he’d spent far too much time with a sullen pout on his face, and Angie was grateful for the change of attitude. She prayed it wasn’t fleeting.

She sat in the vacant armchair next to the sofa. “Show me.”

Oliver proudly displayed his treasures—a DVD, a video game, one pair of already torn jeans, several T-shirts, and, oddly enough, a cookie recipe book. Angie had a mixed reaction to her father and son’s shared shopping. One part of her—the mature, mommy part—was excited for her son. How nice that he had such a good time with his grandfather. The other part—the shallow, petty part—was jealous that Oliver had shared yet another moment with her father that Angie had never experienced. Jack had never taken Angie shopping at the mall, or anywhere else, when she was Oliver’s age.

All her clothes when she was younger came either from Goodwill or the Methodist church. Her father didn’t attend services there, yet the members somehow felt a strange obligation to clothe his child. When she got old enough to work, she did. After that she bought her own outfits. She spent many Saturday nights babysitting so she could afford the perfect outfit for the prom.

Prom. God, what a disaster. That’s the night she finally said yes to Oliver’s father. The first and last time. It was enough to confirm that she was far more interested in her best friend, Lisa, than in her boyfriend. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how she looked at it—Oliver arrived the requisite nine months later. A lesbian teenage mom. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough with an absentee mother and a father constantly searching for the perfect high. She’d been scrambling to make up for that one night ever since.

“Need help carrying all this to your room?”

Oliver kissed her cheek. “No, Mom, I got it.”

Moments like that melted Angie a little. She loved the glimpses of the sweet boy he was before surly demons took over his personality. Perhaps he would eventually grow out of this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde stage.

Angie heard knocking at the kitchen door, then Tori called, “Yoo-hoo, anybody home?” For some reason Tori got a kick out of greeting them like a yokel, which always made Angie smile.

“In here.”

Oliver scooped up his packages and headed toward his bedroom as Tori entered the room.

“What’s that?”

“Massive loot from my trip to the mall with Grandpa,” Oliver answered with a devious smile.

“Score.” Tori bumped knuckles with him around his shopping bags before he retreated to his room and closed the door. She settled on the couch, her feet crossed at the ankle and resting on the coffee table.

That drove Angie nuts. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m happy to see you, too.” Tori tried to glare, but still smiled.

“Get your feet off my table and then I’ll be happy.”

Tori left her feet where they were. “I want you to go somewhere with me.”

“Where?” They had to be at work in two hours, so they didn’t have much time for errands.

“Coraggio.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to get laid and there’s a certain tall, dark, and handsome tattoo artist there who would love to accommodate you.”

Angie snorted. “Right.”

“Whatever. You can let your vagina grow old alone. Don’t say I didn’t try to help.”

“Did you actually need something?” To the outside observer, Angie might come across as bitchy. To Tori, she definitely came across that way, but that was part of the fun in their relationship. They expressed their mutual love by being snarky.

“Seriously, I want to have her check my tattoo. Thought we could stop on our way to work.”

“Why there?” Angie was skeptical.

Tori looked at Angie like she was dense. “Because she’s the one that did it.”

Angie heard the silent
duh
at the end of Tori’s sentence.

“Tori,” Angie spoke slowly, “contrary to your opinion, I’m not looking to get laid. I’m perfectly content with my life as is.” Angie could taste the subtle lie in her statement and didn’t like the texture. She might not be looking for sex from just anyone, but that didn’t mean she would say no if Luna offered.

“I just want to have her take a look, Angie.” Tori met her gaze and held it. “Really.”

“Okay.”

“Besides, have you seen her apprentice? Gorgeous.”

Suddenly Tori’s persistent request made sense. “So this is really about
your
desire to get laid?”

*

The real-estate listing promised abundant space, low rent, and a semi-decent neighborhood. The odds of getting stabbed in the parking lot were fairly slim, but Luna’s car stereo system might not survive the move. Providing the place wasn’t condemned when they viewed it in person, the location was perfect.

“This is the one?” Luna asked, but she knew the answer when Perez showed her the paper.

Perez nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, call the agent.”

Luna had found the current location for her business. All the difficulties in securing the right place made it that much more special. This was her home. Since opening Coraggio, Luna had grown more attached. Her sense of ownership was no longer linked directly to the building they were standing in, but rather to the very heart of the business. She wanted Perez to feel the same things she had. This was the first step.

Perez pumped her fist. “All right.” She took the paper and headed toward the phone in the back room.

It was an overcast day, typical for Portland, even in July. Luna looked out at the gray sky barely visible between the building across the street and the top edge of her window. The weatherman promised more hot days. Luna hoped he was right. She wasn’t ready for summer to be over.

Two women were huddled on the sidewalk outside her front door. Angie and Tori. Luna smiled at the realization. They appeared to be arguing, and Luna hurried over to let them in. She didn’t flip on the neon
Open
sign as they didn’t officially start business for another thirty minutes.

“Come on in.” Her voice was rough even though she’d been up and talking to Perez for a few hours. Too many cigarettes in her twenties. She put as much flirtation into her smile as possible and directed her dimples full bore to Angie. Despite her reputation, it’d been a long time since she’d put effort into impressing a woman. She hoped she came across as sexy and charming, not desperate and trying too hard. The thought of not being cool made her falter temporarily. “Decide to get a tattoo after all?”

Angie gave her a small smile as she entered the showroom and brushed her hand over Luna’s arms as she passed. “Hardly.”

“Nope, she’s afraid of hot women bearing needles,” Tori quipped. “A fortune-teller at the state fair warned her against your kind last year.”

Luna closed and locked the door behind them so no one else would wander in until they were ready to open. “What if the hot woman agrees to put away the needle in exchange for a completely different kind of penetration?” Luna usually made this kind of careless statement to Perez—off the cuff and humorous in a completely inappropriate kind of way. She regretted it immediately.

Angie’s face flared red and she coughed. Tori patted her on the back and laughed. “Good, it hasn’t been so long that you didn’t get what she meant.”

Angie coughed harder.

“I’m sorry.” Luna felt like a jackass. She shouldn’t be flirting with Angie in the first place. That was part of her agreement with Ruby. Not that she wouldn’t flirt, but that she wouldn’t take it further than that. Angie made her forget all about that promise. Any way she looked at it, she
was
a jackass.

“Let’s try this again. What brings you here today?” Luna tried for professional courtesy, but her last comment had destroyed the distance required for that.

Tori tried to stop laughing, her face turning almost as red as Angie’s from the effort. Luna was worried she’d have to perform mouth-to-mouth if she didn’t get things under control soon. “Would you care for a glass of water or something?”

“No.” Tori swallowed a giggle and hiccuped. “I just came by to have you check my tattoo.” She pointed to her shoulder.

Perez picked that moment to reappear. “Okay, we have an appointment to meet with the realtor on Mon—” She looked up from the paper she was reading and noticed Angie and Tori. Or, more specifically, Tori. Grinning, she said, “I didn’t realize you were here. What’s going on?”

“Need a checkup.” Tori batted her eyes and Luna was impressed. She’d never seen another woman besides Ruby pull that off. Ruby prided herself on being able to snare a woman with just a look, and Tori obviously shared that skill, as Perez was drooling all over herself.

“Absolutely.” Perez led Tori to the workshop area.

Luna was unsure what to do with Angie. Technically, she should be inspecting her own work. As it was, however, she was willing to leave it to Perez. She snuck several sideways glances at Angie. Each time they made eye contact, Angie looked away quickly, her ears still red.

“Wow, this is awkward, huh?” Luna figured the sooner they got through the uncomfortable beginning, the quicker they’d get to the getting-to-know-you middle stage. And she wanted to get to know Angie far more than she was comfortable admitting.

Angie nodded. “I’ll just wait outside.”

“The weather is crap. Stay in here and I’ll leave you alone.” That was a bit of a stretch. Yes, it was overcast and a bit gloomy, but the temperature was holding at just under 70 degrees, it wasn’t windy, and, so far, not a single raindrop had fallen. A little cool for late July, but perfect by Northwest standards.

“I don’t really want to be left alone.” Angie’s muttered response was so quiet Luna wondered if she was hearing things. She didn’t push Angie to repeat it, but she took advantage of the opening.

“Why don’t we just sit? I’m sure they won’t be long.” Luna led Angie to the rich brown leather couch. She used to be so confident when it came to women, but it had apparently been too long. She had no idea what to say or how to proceed with Angie.

Not that it mattered. She had Ruby. It wasn’t love, but it was honest. She had to keep reminding herself that.

Angie fidgeted with her shirtsleeve and shifted from foot to foot. She glanced at the couch to Tori to the window. Her gaze settled on Luna. “I guess that would be okay.” She sat.

Luna studied Angie. Her cheerleader-blond hair was swept up in a loose bun on the back of her head, tendrils drifting loose and framing her face. Ocean-deep blue eyes full of resolve and just a hint of fun, like maybe she remembered how to have a good time, but hadn’t cut loose in a while. Pure speculation, Luna realized, but she couldn’t stop drawing conclusions about the little things she saw in Angie, like the perfect tan that didn’t make sense in a city known for its liquid sunshine. Did tan lines go with the out-of-place bronzed skin? How many layers of clothing would she have to remove to find them?

She edged closer to Angie and brushed the back of her fingers across her cheek. Her fingers barely skimmed the surface, but Luna felt their contact all the way to her toes. Every cell in her body was aware of Angie.

Angie closed her eyes and a shiver rippled across her skin. Luna was mesmerized. Luna inched closer, her lips so close to Angie’s. The thought of kissing Angie became the center of her universe. She was ready to sacrifice everything to make it happen.

Angie’s eyes flew open and Luna froze, her body on fire. She wanted so badly to chase those lips as Angie eased away from her.

“So, what is this?” She gestured between them.

Luna opted for denial. “What? We’re just sitting here.”