The New Ever After (The New Ever After Series) (19 page)

BOOK: The New Ever After (The New Ever After Series)
13.69Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
Chapter 37

 

 

 

 

 

In order to avoid the remnants of reporters that were hanging around outside the hospital, Janie picked Peter and Heather up in the underground parking lot.
They were home before Hayes even woke up. Jenny was cooking pancakes and making herself at home. Everyone was thrilled to see Peter. But in typical kid fashion, they were ready to move on with their day. Peter had not had a shower and went straight upstairs to take one. Seeing an opportunity to have some alone time with Jenny, Heather stayed downstairs and helped with breakfast.

"So...where are we?" asked Heather.

"I'm not going to lie, it’s going to take awhile to forget what happened. But I know I have to get beyond it. I need you." Jenny started to cry.

Heather's shoulders sat a little lower
. She was so relieved to hear Jenny say that, and then she felt kind of guilty to be relieved because Jenny was so upset.

"I need you too
. It has killed me these last few days not being able to talk to you. And then you showed up..."

Jenny reached over and gave Heather a hug
. "I need you," repeated Jenny.

"Anything. What can I do?"

"Matt's staying in a hotel. I think he's looking for an apartment. I won't let him sleep in our bed anymore. But will you tell me now what you saw?"

Heather launched into the whole story
. She told Jenny what she saw that afternoon before she left on her vacation. Then she told her about the texts and about Victoria coming over when she had gotten home from vacation.

"What a bitch!
I can't believe she can't own up to any of this."

"Have you seen her?"

"No and I don't intend to."

"Do you know how long it's been going on?"

"I think since this spring. Apparently, they started talking on the first grade field trip to Maymont."

"
And moved right onto sex?”

“Pretty much. He said she came over to drop something off and kissed him in the kitchen and one thing led to another. Sounds to me like we don’t know the real Victoria at all..”

“Pain in the ass Victoria and Sex Crazed Victoria? Do you believe Matt?”

“He was pretty honest. I don’t know why he would have told me all this if it wasn’t true. He said she would text him and tell him when to come over. They met at her house most of the time.”

“I guess we know what Victoria’s been doing with all her free time. I can't believe they were so blatant and kissed out in the open. Imagine how many other people could have seen them?"

"Matt said he thought it was ok because it was across town. What a tool.

“I cannot imagine how you felt hearing all of this. I am so sorry.”

“It was one of the worst moments of my life. Next to going to the hospital with you when Hank died.” Jenny wiped away a few tears. “I don't know if Victoria's going to tell her husband or not."

"I think she's going to have to
. They can't keep it a secret. The way this zip code gossips I wouldn't be surprised if it was all over Facebook already. Did they plan on leaving you guys for each other?"

"I don't know
. I think Matt thought it was more than Victoria did. I have a feeling she thought he was another conquest, and she could have fun and keep him quiet. Obviously, he was following her orders pretty well. She didn't count on anyone seeing her."

"What a hypocrite
. Do you know what she would have done if it had been us?"

"Yes
. Front page news in the
Midlothian Exchange
." Jenny gave a little chuckle. "But, shit, it sucks that it was her. I would have rather him have an affair with a random kid from VCU than that pain in the ass Victoria. What bad taste! What does that say about me? And hasn't he heard me complain about her for the last six years?"

"It doesn't say anything about you. It says volumes about him. He's an ass
. You're not thinking about taking him back are you?" Heather regretted it the minute it came out of her mouth.
What if Jenny did take him back?
she thought. She would have to be civil. It wasn't Heather's job to decide that. She was just here to support her friend.

"No
. I can never forgive him for what he did. It's over. I just need to get a real job and be able to support myself."

"Well, maybe now is the time to tell you that Peter wants me to write more
, and I need a full-time assistant."

"You can't pay me any
more than you already do, Heather. That would put an even bigger strain on our friendship."

"Well, at least do it until you find something else."

"I'll think about it."

"I love you
and I am so sorry this is happening to you."

"So, Peter really took your phone?"

"He didn’t actually take it. He locked it down. I had no access to my texts, email or the internet. If anybody had tried to call, I could get that. I got used to it after a few days, but at first I think I was twitching."

"He's crazy."

"You don't know the half of how crazy that man can be!" said Heather thinking back to the night he tied her up.

"Yeah, I don't want to know
. I can tell from the ten shades of red you just turned that I don't want to know anything about it."

"So, what's your plan? How long can you stay?" asked Heather.

"Janie and I were thinking we would stay through the weekend if that's ok? The kids and I will get a hotel today."

"You will not
. You're staying here. We can make it work. I can't believe you drove all this way."

Jenny put the spatula down and looked at Heather
. "I wanted to be here in case you needed me. I couldn't get last time out of my head, and I didn't want you to do that again all alone." She wiped away a tear as she said it.

"I don't know how I will ever repay you. After all I just did to you."

"It's not about repaying. I wanted to be here. I wanted to do it. It made me feel useful."

"Well, it was pretty amazing to look up and see you guys standing there
. And having you here last night was awesome. Were the kids really ok?"

"George cried for you a bit
, but Emily was happy in my arms. She's my girl."

Heather was already aware of that
. Emily had bonded with Jenny immediately. When Jenny helped Heather, she always took Emily. George stuck with Heather.

"What do you want to do today?"

"Sit on the beach...all day," said Jenny.

"Perfect. Do you mind if I go up and shower?"

"Not at all. I hope you don't mind...I showered in there earlier."

"Happy you did."

Heather went upstairs. Peter was still in the bathroom letting the warm water hit his skin. She stood and watched him through the steamy glass. She was so thankful he was back. She felt the weight of the world come off of her shoulders. Peter turned off the water and saw her watching him.

"Like what you see?"

"Always."

He got out and dried himself off.

"Want to stay at the beach today?"

"Yes, I just want to sit and enjoy everyone. I want to build castles with Gracie and play catch with Henry
. Not sure I want to bodysurf with Hayes but we'll see. I want to dip George's toes in the water and tickle Emily. And I have plans for you...for later."

"Fabulous day. I'm going to shower and we'll start getting everyone ready
. Jenny and Janie are going to stay through the weekend. Is that ok?"

"Absolutely."

"Jenny wanted to go to a hotel, but I told her we would make it work."

"I wouldn't have it any other way
. She should be here. I'm so glad the two of you are speaking again."

It took an hour to get everyone dressed and packed for the beach even though they were hardly going 100 yards from the house
. Heather was exhausted by the time they got there. They set up three adult beach chairs facing the ocean right behind the little pool. Heather tasked the kids with filling it up with a little bit of water. They plopped the twins in and kept their fingers crossed that they could get a little bit of time in a seat. Heather brought the pop up tent with them to put the twins in for a nap, in hopes they would even take a nap at the beach. Janie, Tom and Mary and the kids were due to join them shortly. All three adults, drained from their last few days, sat in their chairs and sighed.

"Peter, you've probably told your story a million times already, but what happened?"
asked Jenny.

"The short story?"

"Sure,” said Jenny.

"Basically, I got off course and hit the open water and flipped the boat."

"Like upside down?" she asked.

"No, the mast was in the water and the boat was on its side."

"Where were you?"

"Part of the time I was curled up in a little spot next to the steering wheel trying to hold on and stay dry
. After I got too cold I moved into the cabin, which fortunately did not fill with water."

"You were out in Jaws territory all night like that?"

"I tried not to think about sharks. I thought more about the whales. There are tons of them around here. I was worried that one would come up underneath the mast or the boat."

"Don't boats have emergency things in them?"

"Mine fell into the water. I had it in the wrong spot on the floor. I never thought about it. The guys at the marina had replaced all my stuff, and I was too lazy and too invincible to bother with moving it to a safe compartment. It's at the bottom of the ocean."

Heather looked at Peter and said,
"I made you so mad that you didn't even think about that stuff.”

"I wasn't so mad at that point
. I was annoyed and ready to enjoy an hour or two on the water, not 30 hours curled up in a ball."

"Kelly stopped over after she heard the news."

"She did?" said Peter slightly afraid to say anything else about it.

"Yes, and I really don't feel like talking about it now
. Later?"

"Definitely."

Janie, the kids and Peter's parents arrived offering an easy distraction from the conversation. They joined the camp and everyone relaxed.

"I have all the ingredients for a lobster bake being delivered to your house later. We need to celebrate your survival," said Tom.

"And Heather's," added Mary.

"Speaking of which, how was dinner last night?" asked Heather.

"It was fine. He wouldn't let us pay for your meal. I think he had been feeding reporters and people all day and made up for it. Or Elizabeth sent him a check like she said she would on Facebook."

"Oh man, I haven't even been on Facebook
. What does that look like?"

"I looked once last night and that was it
. Not too bad. We'll deal with that another time," said Jenny.

“Peter, I spoke with the guy at the marina and they are going to see if they can tow Blue back in.
They have the estimated coordinates from the Coast Guard.”

“She might have taken on too much water by now. Thanks for calling, Dad.”

"Peter, there's a guy over there taking pictures of you guys. Want me to go take him out?" asked Henry.

"Dude, you're seven
. Leave it to me." Peter put his shirt back on and walked over to the photographer who was not so hidden behind the sea grass.

Peter confronted the photographer
nicely and asked him if he let him take a picture if he would leave and surprisingly the guy agreed. Giving him the exclusive "first picture of Peter Adamson," would make him a hero and would probably fetch a good deal of money.

He walked him down to where they were sitting and let him take a few shots of him and one with Heather
. They wanted to keep the kids out of it.

It happened so quickly that Heather never thought about the fact that she was wearing a bikini top and not a shirt
. Peter noticed but thought she looked so great it didn't matter. She was not happy when she realized it.

She looked at Jenny, "Please tell me my cellulite was not showing when he took that picture."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "You look great. Sit down and shut up."

Tom and Mary laughed at the two of them
.

"We'll pr
obably need to reschedule the reading that you canceled yesterday. Do you want me to do that for later in the week while I'm still here."

"Sure, what do you think, Peter?"

"You need to do it. We agreed with Richard it was a good idea. It might be bigger than anticipated after my little excursion. Jenny, do you want to call the bookstore later and see what they want to do? We can leave it in their court."

Other books

Heart of Winter by Diana Palmer
Gimme an O! by Kayla Perrin
By Design by Jayne Denker
A Weekend Getaway by Karen Lenfestey
I by Jack Olsen
Billie Standish Was Here by Nancy Crocker
Rum and Razors by Jessica Fletcher
The Cost of Lunch, Etc. by Marge Piercy