Middle of Knight (11 page)

He nodded to the waitress a few tables down. Her unapologetic gawking made it easy to get her attention. Miss Flirty Smile winked as he pointed to Ryn’s empty glass.

“I like kissing you. I think it’s fair to say it’s the highlight of my day.”

The pinch-me moments crashed into the shore again and again. Ryn could see them coming, but each time they knocked her down, pulling her under. “I’m not sure what that says about either one of us.” She took another bite of celery, wishing the bartender would hurry up with her drink. “Maybe we should talk about something else.”

He angled his body toward hers, resting his arm behind her while taking a long pull of his beer. “Okay then … tell me about your daughter.”

Maddie was a tricky subject, however, unavoidable.

“She’s studying law at Creighton. I can’t even begin to tell you how smart she is, too smart really, but our relationship has been strained over the past few years.”

“How so?”

The waitress brought Ryn’s Bloody Mary. It was a miracle that she didn’t spill it, with her eyes on Jackson and his tatted arms. “Anything else I can get you?”

He kept his gaze on Ryn. “No, thank you.”

Shaking her head she chuckled. “Our waitress is quite attractive.”

“Is she?” He still didn’t turn.

“I’ve never been with a guy that wouldn’t have checked out that waitress at least once. I don’t mind, you’re—”

“Well you should. Any guy that takes his eyes off you is a fucking idiot. Excuse my language.”

Her drink called to her again. This time she stopped gulping at half the glass. It was progress.

“Okay, I’m ready to talk,” her buzz declared as she licked her lips. “Let’s start with your vow of celibacy. If not a priest then why? And if it’s because some love of your life died, then just nod once and don’t say anything. I’m not in my right mind and even then I’m not sure what I would say back to you.”

Jackson studied her through slightly squinted eyes. “First, it really wasn’t a ‘vow of celibacy.’ Jillian takes too many liberties with things I say. Moving felt like a fresh start, a chance to be someone different. So I decided to seize the opportunity.”

“So if being celibate is different, then …” Even with that warm buzz, Ryn managed to add everything together. “You must not have been celibate in New York.”

Jackson frowned. “I was the opposite of celibate, as in very much not celibate. Like
every day
I practiced not being celibate.”

“So you had a girlfriend.”

“No … no girlfriends.”

“Oh …” Yes, two plus two equaled four. No girlfriends and not being celibate every day equaled a really bad answer. “You’re a playboy.”

“
Was
and I didn’t actually call myself that.”

Six gulps later the second Bloody Mary vanished. This time Ryn signaled the waitress for another, although it took a little more waving to get her eyes drawn away from Jackson. Ryn stopped shy of jumping up and down on the table.

“I take it something happened. Did you get someone pregnant?”
That
Ryn could relate to. “Or did you catch some nasty STD?” Bloody Mary asked that question. There wasn’t even a flinch like she shouldn’t have asked it or that she needed to take it back. Maybe she didn’t need another drink after all.

His brows drew tight. “No kids or STDs. I just liked sex but not relationships. My uncomplicated lifestyle suited me at the time.”

“But now?”

“Now I’m different.”

“Why?”

“Because I choose to be.”

The vodka seeped into her brain. They were the best Bloody Marys and never stingy on the alcohol. “You should
choose
to show me all your tattoos.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh God, I just said that out loud.”

Jackson’s eyes widened and it’s possible his ears perked up a bit too. “You did. Keep going. I think I like you uncensored.”

The impish twist of his lips had her grabbing for more of her drink, but her hands were greeted by an empty glass. That made his eyes glimmer with even more delight. “I’d love to show you my tattoos, but not here.” He ducked his head to her ear. “I’d have to remove
all
my clothes for you to see
all
my tattoos.”

“We can’t have sex!” she blurted so fast it sounded like one long—loud—word.

Jackson looked around at a few of his adoring fans while wiping his hand over his mouth as if he could hide or remove the smirk on his face.

“Oh bloody, Bloody Mary … cut me off right now. What I mean—”

Her most wildly entertained date held his index finger to his lips over his permanent smile.

Taking the hint, she lowered her voice, not realizing how loud she had been. “What I mean is I have some things to attend to in the sex department.”

Biting his lips together, he nodded. “More
preparation
?”

With inebriated confidence she sat up ramrod straight and nodded. “Exactly.”

“Mmm … I see, well you didn’t finish telling me about Maddie.”

Her posture sank again. “Oh Maddie, Maddie, Maddie. She’s so aanng-ger-ee with me all the time. I’m trying to protect her from
him,
but she just doesn’t see the whole picture.”

“Him?”

“The ex. He’s not a nice man.” She slid her celery in and out of her mouth, running her tongue down the center groove.

Jackson cleared his throat. “You’re not eating that celery like we can’t have sex. You need to take a bite or put it back in your glass … now.”

Ryn bit into it, eyes wide, then she chewed it slowly, keeping her gaze locked to his.

“That’s better. Now … the ex, why is he not a nice man?”

“He has too much money and anger management issues.”

“Anger management issues?”

Ryn tapped her fingernail against the side of her glass, exhaling a breathy laugh. “I’m a little inebriated. A couple swigs past tipsy, but not officially drunk. Talking about the ex is not a good idea right now. He probably has someone following me and listening in on our conversation.”

Jackson took a slow glance over his shoulder. “Why would he have someone follow you?”

“Because he’s a psycho,” she whispered in his ear then chuckled. “If he gets within a football field of me, he’ll be arrested. Sometimes I feel like someone is following me, but I can never detect who. It’s just an unsettling feeling.”

“So it was physical abuse?”

Ryn twisted her lips. “Hmm … yeah, I’d say seven trips to various hospitals in less than a year would qualify as physical abuse.”

Jackson didn’t flinch or even blink. Most people had some sort of involuntary reaction if she confessed her past.

“It started years ago when Maddie was a baby.” Ryn rested her elbow on the table then her chin on her hand. “I think you should take me home.” She yawned. “We’ve been here less than an hour, and I’ve consumed way too much alcohol in that short amount of time. I’m off kilter around you.”

He grinned behind the mouth of his beer bottle as he took the last swig. “Why is that?”

There was the lack of sex with something or someone other than an inanimate vibrating object, the age difference flashing in neon, and the nervous vibe that someone set everything up as a joke. At any given moment it seemed possible that her friends and family could jump out and yell
surprise
or
gotcha
—a fortieth birthday prank of sorts. Ha ha. Ryn actually thought this guy was interested in her.

“Why is that … good question. Let me see, you kinda came out of nowhere. You have this Magic Mike stripper’s body—”

“Who’s Magic Mike?”

Her laugh came out as a cough. “It doesn’t matter. My point is you’re unexpected … too unexpected. I’m trying to make sense of this little game we’re playing. I’m on the cusp of losing my youth, truthfully I’ve already lost it, but I enjoy the warm comfort of denial. Then you swoop in just before I turn forty and kiss me like we’re teenagers, joke about marrying me, and the way you look at me … well, there are no words.” Closing her eyes she shook her head. The alcohol was no match for how dizzy she felt under the intensity of his gaze.

“These little muscles in your jaw twitch when I look at you. I like to imagine they’re the gatekeepers to the words you’re dying to say … the ones that I’m certain will land you naked in my bed.” Jackson rolled his lips between his teeth and studied her, always with a look of intrigue. “Then you swallow hard about every ten seconds. Need I tell you what image
that
conjures in my head? But then I feel your heavy breaths, even though I know you’re trying to control them, and swear I can actually hear your heart beating in your chest. I know you say we can’t have sex, but I say it’s too late. These little things you do fuck me in ways I never imagined possible. No matter what I say, you never look away. Your eyes can’t hide what your body tries to deny.”

Pantyliner. Ryn needed a pantyliner to absorb whatever trickled down her sex. In a desperate prayer she hoped it was her melting libido and not the untimely arrival of her unpredictable “friend.” Did he see
that
in her eyes? Fear. Embarrassment. Anguish.

“You should go pull the car up front.”

He narrowed his eyes, but only for a second. “Okay.”

Her living dream disappeared out the door. His car was twenty yards from the entrance to the bar. It wasn’t raining, and she gave no explanation for her odd request. Yet, he did it—no questions asked. The undefinable connection between them began taking on a life of its own. It was a lucid dream, and anyone who tried to wake her would be murdered—unless she herself died of embarrassment first.

“Please don’t let Bloody Mary be the theme for the night,” she whispered to herself, making a quick dash to the restroom.

No blood.

Ryn sighed as she dealt with the juice fest in her nether region with the most unpredictable terrain. One day sex felt like trying to start a fire with flint and metal, the next day just the thought of sex brought on a tsunami of secretions. Jackson was the earthquake that triggered that tsunami. Her cotton panties were drenched and sadly, she had a wet spot on the backside of her skirt to prove it.

“Lovely,” she murmured, looking over her shoulder with her back to the mirror.

A quick air-dry later, she wormed her way through the growing bar crowd to the wood-paneled chariot.

“Ryn?”

She turned before opening the car door.

“I thought that was you.”

Eyes wide like the dots to two big question marks, she smiled. “Hi … uh…”

“Brad. We had coffee about a year ago.”

Ryn nodded but her brain shook its head at the complete lack of recognition.

“My daughter, Nora, went on a spring break trip with Maddie. We had coffee at the airport waiting for their flight to arrive.”

“Yes, I remember.” She finally did. Brad was in his fifties, but his loss of hair since she last saw him added another decade to his physical appearance, especially since he refused to just shave it all. The wispy combed-over strands were not attractive.

“You look amazing.”

“Oh, well, thank you.”

His inspection of her amazingness gave her a bad case of the creeps. “My divorce is final now. We should go out sometime for more than just coffee.”

“That’s a nice offer, but I …”

“You?” He inched closer.

“She’s taken.”

Ryn jumped.

Jackson stepped out of the vehicle, resting his arms on the roof.

“Oh, hi.” Brad smiled. “I didn’t realize Maddie had a brother.”

Ryn closed her eyes. There wasn’t a depth of hell deep enough to escape the humiliation.

“Funny guy. If you’re lucky, Ryn will get in the car before I have a chance to teach you a little lesson in manners.”

Brad held up his hands. “Sorry, man. Honest mistake.” He tipped up his chin. “See you around, Ryn.”

“Oh my God.” She sank into the seat and yanked at the seat belt, fumbling to fasten it. “That was the worst reality check ever.”

Jackson pulled away from the curb. “That you’re taken?”

“What? Taken? Are you serious? I’m taken alright. Taken for a fool. Who am I kidding? I’m not old enough to be your mother, but he thought so. What does that say about me?”

“He’s an idiot.”

“He wasn’t trying to be mean. It was an observation.”

Jackson shrugged. “You don’t look old. I look young. It’s this new moisturizer I’ve been using. I think it’s cut my wrinkles in half.”

The tight purse of her lips could not deter her smile. “Shut up. You’re so full of shit.”

“I’m not. It has this coconut oil base, and I dab just a little around my eyes at night before bed.”

“Enough. Just … don’t speak.” She laughed. “My ego needs a few moments of silence to grieve.”

All talk ceased as his hand took hers. She looked at their interlaced fingers and then at him. He could take her absolutely
anywhere
.

A
crisp, cool
morning breeze crept though the western-facing window. The bed creaked with distress as Jillian flailed, tangling the sheet around her body and burying her head under the pillows.

“Jesus! What’s that sound?” Tearing the pillow from her face and flinging it across the room, she opened her eyes.

“Morning.” Jackson smiled around the tiny straw in his mouth and continued slurping the nearly empty contents of a juice box. “These are good. You should get them more often.”

Stretching on a big yawn, she rolled her head side to side. “Those are for the five-year-old twins staying with us. But I guess you’re not too far off, so …”

“You look like crap.” He shot the empty juice box across her room to the trash and of course he made it.

“Thank you. I love you too.”

“I told you inviting the ex-wife and her family to stay with us was monumentally stupid.”

Sitting up, she crossed her legs, resting her elbows on her knees. “Nice try, but that’s not it. AJ’s parents want him to move back to Portland for his treatment.”

“But he said no?”

“He hasn’t decided.”

“I’ll be back.” Jackson turned and Jillian leaped out of bed to chase after him, stopping him at the front door.

“Don’t you dare. You’ll have to go through me to get to him.” She stood tall, which was still short, and fisted her hands on her hips.