When Dreams Cross (5 page)

Chapter Five

T
he gentle heat of the April sun was a sedative to Justin’s coiled muscles as he strode beside Andi along Downtown, Planet Earth, where crews of painters added the artwork that would bring the gift and candy shops to life. His mind still reeled from talking with the “imagineers” who sat at a programming console in the coffeehouse where they had eaten lunch, computer-choreographing the floor show that the robots would perform on stage. They had already begun designs for his characters, who would do automated shows in some of the other coffeehouses across the park, and it was clear that they valued his input on the types of dances and gestures to keep the characters consistent with his cartoons. For the first time since he’d made the decision to accept Andi’s offer, Justin was certain he’d done the right thing.

“Most of the rides are finished,” Andi was saying as they came to a fork in the road that led to a number of visual magnets. “They would all be ready, except that I kept coming up with new ideas that I thought were essential. Yester-world was an afterthought,” she said with a laugh, waving a hand toward an area in the distance where he could see scaffolding surrounding unfinished structures, and crews busily working. “My board has come close to having me committed a few times, but generally I manage to convince them that my ideas are good ones.”

Wes narrowed his eyes. “If I know Andi,” he teased, “Promised Land won’t ever be finished. There’ll always be something new in the works.”

“We have the land for it,” Andi said with a shrug. “If we have the ideas, why not?”

“And the money?” Justin asked.

Andi lifted her chin and gave him a cool, direct smile. “We get by,” she said.

He offered the beginning traces of a smile. “I gather my cartoons were one of those ‘afterthoughts’?”

Andi nodded. “I felt something was missing. It took a little doing, but I finally convinced the board that without its own characters, Promised Land was no different from any other amusement park. And Dad’s dream was to make it a family event, the best park in the world. If he’d gotten it to this stage, he probably would have had the same idea.”

Justin propped a foot on a shaded bench and tilted his head as he smiled at Andi. “You never really said why you liked my characters,” he said in a quiet voice, his defenses down for the first time that day.

Andi sat down on the bench and glanced at Wes, who leaned against a tree. “Like I told you, I didn’t know they were yours,” Andi said. “You never drew kangaroos or trolls in college. I guess the pigs could have clued me in, but even they seemed different back then.” Her voice trailed off. “Anyway, I told the board to narrow it down to several choices. They gave me five cartoons, and Khaki’s Krewe was one of them. I chose it because it was the best.”

“I’m curious,” he said. “Would you have even considered Khaki’s Krewe if you’d known up front that it was mine?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “But that didn’t happen. I chose your cartoon before I ever saw the credits.”

He didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. Had he hoped she had thought of him first when she’d needed an animator? Had he expected her to have given him special favors because of their past? Would he even have wanted her to? For a moment, he struggled with those questions, then finally looked around and asked in a hollow voice, “Where d’you want to go next?”

Andi seemed relieved at his dismissal of the subject, and she pointed to the next ride.

Justin refused to let her all-business manner ruin his day, and as she and Wes escorted him through the park, he saw her slipping out of her ice casing from time to time as they walked beside waterless canals and steep roller coaster tracks.

Forgetting her inhibitions as she shared her world with him, Andi captured his complete attention as she expounded on the history of each ride—which had been her father’s brainchild, which had been her own. The attention to detail intrigued Justin—from the painted garbage cans in the shapes of miniature houses to the blinking and “breathing” wax figures of legendary Bible heroes in the Hall of Faith.

Even the more practical side of the park in the underground service and utility basement fascinated him. As the executive engineer explained the technical aspects of the park and the computer center that would keep things operational, Justin began to get more excited than he had ever been about the future he saw for himself and his characters.

A
fter a while Wes excused himself to take care of some problems that had come up in the construction on one of the rides. Andi led Justin back into the sunshine, watching his face for the wonder and thought that had colored it during the tour. Seeing her visions reflected back in Justin’s eyes reminded her of all the plans they’d shared when they were in college. She wondered if he was reminded of the same thing.

Andi led him into the castle that served as the focal point of the park, up the winding staircase and into the bell tower, from which they had a 360-degree view of the park. “Impressed?” she asked with a perceptive smile as he made a slow turn and took in the majesty of his surroundings.

Justin leaned back against the rail facing her, unable to control his grin. “What do you think?”

Andi’s soft laughter played like a melody on the wind. “I think if you were, you’d never admit it.”

His grin grew broader. “That’s where you’re wrong. I admit it.” Turning his back to her, he leaned on his elbows and scanned the colorful landscape, letting the wind ruffle through his hair and clear his mind. “I always knew you’d do something big, Andi.”

Andi went to stand beside him. “I wasn’t going for size, Justin. I was going for impact.”

“Well, you’re making one. I’m kind of going for impact, myself. I wonder if our two impacts will clash, or just make a bigger impact.”

“If you don’t see the possibilities here, Justin, then you’re not dreaming as big as you used to.”

He chuckled. “Some dreams are more realistic than others, Andi.”

“Realistic dreams. Hmm. Isn’t that a contradiction?”

“Not for me. I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve ever gotten, Andi. Real hard.”

She met his eyes, and that old anger began to rise again. “It may come as a surprise to you, Justin, but so have I.”

“Sure, you have, Andi. But you had something to start with.”

“I had money, and you had talent. We were each very blessed. I hope you haven’t become a snob, Justin.”

“A snob? What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know the definition of ‘snob.’ I’m beginning to think that you have nothing but contempt for anyone with money. But I don’t make any apology for having it.”

“I’m not a snob.” Justin leaned on a column and gazed out across the panoramic view below him, his heart deflated by his own hand. How in the world would he get through this madness? When would he stop trying to get the last word? When would he quit looking for comebacks to everything she said?

“There’s Wes,” Andi said, her voice hoarse with dejection as she pointed to an electric car traveling toward the tower. “I guess we’d better get back.”

Justin followed her down the staircase, fighting his need to call a truce with her. The truth was, he doubted one would hold, anyway.

W
hen Andi was at the wheel of the small, noiseless car and they were driving back toward the office building, Justin looked over at her, sensing the tension in her face as she squinted into the sun to see a crowd of workers forming near the Jacob’s Ladder ride. Looking ahead, Justin could see two men shouting at one another. The others were scattered, watching the scene. Andi bit the inside of her lip, and her eyes glowered with anger Justin recognized but did not understand. She stopped the car in front of the crowd, and without offering a word in explanation, jumped out and rushed through the men, who parted at her presence.

Justin glanced back at Wes. “What’s going on?”

Wes leaned casually back in his seat. “Just a few little kinks to work out. Andi can take care of it.”

He watched Andi face off with one of the men, hands on her hips. In any other situation, a construction crew would have been making catcalls at the long-haired beauty who marched so dominantly into their territory. The only evidence Justin could see of anything other than the greatest respect for her was an occasional nudge between two men or the private way one here or there shook his head in appreciation of her beauty.

Wes sat up and pointed toward one of the men. “That’s one of the parish building inspectors. Starts an uproar almost every time he comes in here. He’s convinced we’re going to substitute cardboard for lumber one of these days.”

“The parish building inspector?” Justin asked, shifting in his seat to see Wes better. “Didn’t I read that Promised Land was self-governing? I didn’t think it was under the parish’s jurisdiction.”

“We’re self-governing, all right, just like Disney World is. We’re set up just like our own town. Andi fought for that with everything she had, and finally the state legislature agreed. But the town officials like to think they still have their hands in. Andi gave them the gratuitous right to send inspectors in, hoping that when they saw that she was using higher standards than they did, they’d realize our structures were safe and would leave her alone. Unfortunately, they’re determined to find something wrong and report it to the press. They want to start a panic that will keep us from opening on time.”

Andi disappeared inside the building with the two arguing men, and the other workers relaxed their stances a bit, talking quietly among themselves. “Shouldn’t you be taking care of this?” Justin asked, uncomfortable at the thought of her alone with them.

Wes shrugged. “I’ve butted heads with them already this morning—if I get into it again it might come to blows. Besides, the builder for this part is right there. I coordinate all of the building overall, but I have to let each builder fight his own battles with the inspectors. Unless Andi wants to get involved, that is. She’s the president and CEO. Can’t get any higher than that.” He laughed. “Besides, I don’t like to be around when she’s on the rampage.”

A few more moments went by, and Justin felt his muscles thicken with tension. Nervously, he brushed his bottom lip with his finger. “What are they doing in there?”

“Probably pulling out nails to prove they used the right size or showing the idiot the paint to prove it doesn’t have a lead base—some such nonsense.”

“Andi has to keep up with all that?”

Wes gave a hoarse chuckle. “Andi keeps up with everything. She spends most of her time out here with these men. Even if one of our contractors wanted to slip in low-grade materials, they wouldn’t get past both of us. Andi doesn’t take chances, and she intends to settle the inspectors’ minds before she opens this park.”

Andi came back out of the building followed by the two men, who seemed calmer now. Her face was still tight and authoritative, and without another word, she got back into the car and started it.

“Everything all right?” Justin asked.

“Just fine,” she bit out. “Everything’s just great. Givens sent him in here to get a sample of one of the rafters. Said one of his reporters got a tip that it was green wood.”

B.W. Givens, Justin thought. The man who owned Shreveport’s newspaper and one of the television stations, and who had most of the town’s government in his pocket. The man who had made no secret that he planned to find a reason to keep the park from opening. The man whose propaganda had stirred the community into an uproar over the belief that Promised Land was certain to ruin the area. Stretching his arm across the back of her seat, Justin could almost feel the cold radiating from her.

As they parted on the twentieth floor so that Justin could confer with his attorney before the meeting began again, Andi was polite but distant. He watched thoughtfully as Wes followed her to her office, and suddenly he was filled with a deep, sinking feeling that he was no longer foremost in her mind. She had concerns and obligations that went far beyond whether or not the two of them still felt the old stirrings. The realization was disappointing, for it had somehow been rewarding to think that her primary concern, for a while, was him.

The shift in her interest left him cold and empty, for a memory plagued him, a memory of her eyes brightening at the mere sight of him, a memory of her every action having some relationship to him, a memory of love so strong that it had seemed ordained. But memories were no more than unattainable dreams, he reminded himself. And the yearnings that had been plaguing him since he’d first seen her a few days ago were just temporary results of surprise and fatigue. Somehow he would shake them.

He would not let her under his skin again.

Chapter Six

T
he night sky outside Andi’s office window was bold and beautiful, reminding her that there was life outside Promised Land. Lately she had been working too hard and worrying too much. The days were never long enough for all she had to do, but the excitement of watching God’s work unfold before her eyes was all the motivation she needed. It escaped her how the employees of Promised Land could simply walk away at the end of the day when there were so many important things yet to be done. Even when she was tired, emotionally drained, and a little depressed as she was now, she found it difficult to leave.

She wondered if Justin would feel that way.

His coolness toward her in the meeting that afternoon had contributed to her mood, giving her just one more reason to want to get back to her desk and bury herself in busywork. She’d been aggravated enough after her confrontation with the lunatic building inspector, so Justin’s change in attitude after their almost amicable afternoon had only served to vex her more. One step forward, two steps backward. But he hadn’t found fault with her park, she thought with a faint smile. She was certain he had tried, but instead he had understood her dream. For a moment their minds had met and shared her vision. His admiration had been clear. That, in itself, was endearing.

Discarding the bagged remains of her dinner, Andi stood up and stretched, realizing that she owed herself a little relaxation. After all, they had closed the deal today and that deserved celebration. If nothing else, she could at least knock off now and go to the hospital early to sit with her father. The work would still be there tomorrow, and she was unlikely to put even a dent in it tonight.

Closing her office door behind her, Andi saw that the light of the boardroom was still on. She stepped quietly across the plush carpet and peered in the doorway. Wes sat at the table, a million papers spread out in front of him along with blueprints and charts depicting the amount of technical work left to be done. “Did you clutter yourself out of your office?” she asked with a smile.

Wes looked up. “I needed more room to spread out,” he said.

Andi grinned. “That’s why we put a long table in your office.”

“It was covered with something else I was working on. I didn’t want to lose anything by moving it.”

Andi laughed softly and stepped inside the boardroom, setting her briefcase on the table. “Why don’t you wind it up, Wes? It’s late and it’s been a long day.”

“A day that kept me from getting any real work done,” he muttered. “Besides, the only time it gets quiet enough to work is when it’s late. I’m staying. It’s okay, though. Laney and Amy are out of town tonight on a church choir trip. They won’t miss me. I have to admit, I’m a little worried about her traveling while she’s pregnant. The work keeps my mind off of it.”

“All right,” she said, picking up her briefcase and starting out. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Where are you going?” His voice came a little too anxiously, and she turned back.

“To the hospital.”

His eyebrows buckled, and he scrubbed his chin. “I thought as much. Andi, you need to rest. Don’t you think your father could get by without you there one night?”

“Sure, he could,” she said. “But I don’t sit with Dad because someone needs to. Mom’s there with him a few hours a day. He doesn’t even know we’re there. I just want to be with him.”

Wes pushed out of his chair and stood up, leaning over the table with a look of no-nonsense conviction on his tanned face.

“Andi, you need to get out more, spend some time with people.”

“I do that all day,” Andi protested.

“I mean friends. You spend so much time here that you don’t have a social life. You’re not taking very good care of yourself.”

She dropped into a chair and wilted at the table. “Well, it’s not like I have friends coming out of my ears. It isn’t like in college.”

“College is just a preparation time for real life, Andi. You can’t repeat it. But you can make things better.”

She looked at him for a moment, trying to decide why he would pick today to say that to her. “Wes, if you think I’ve been dwelling on college days, you’re wrong. You’re reading way too much into my joining forces with Justin. I’m really not trying to start things up with him again. He walked out on me once, and I don’t intend to give him the chance to do it again.”

“I know that. I didn’t mean that at all. But you need fellowship, Andi. You need encouragement. You need people. Maybe people who don’t work for you.”

“I have a church.”

“Yeah, but it happens to be on the grounds of Promised Land, and the only people who worship there yet are your employees. It’s not the same.”

“That’ll change. When the park opens, and people start coming—”

“I’m talking about
now
, Andi. How can you stay in tune with God when you’re hanging there all alone?”

“All God’s instruments are a little out of tune, aren’t they?” she asked with a half-smile.

“They don’t have to be. I have a theory,” Wes said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs. “Want to hear it?”

“Sure.”

“My theory is that God is using both of you, but you’re both letting the busyness of his work keep you from any real fellowship with him. Maybe he brought you both back together here to encourage each other. Maybe to renew that intensity you both had back in college.”

“Interesting theory,” Andi said. “But probably wrong. Justin’s not interested in encouragement from me. And he has plenty of intensity. So do I.”

“Maybe it’s not for the right things.”

She looked across the table at him, then smiled softly. “You may be right about that.”

“Iron sharpens iron, remember?”

“Yeah, but the sharper it is, the more dangerous it is.” She slid back her chair and got up, sighing from her soul. “Look, don’t worry about me. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” With the last words, she went through the doorway, but Wes stopped her again.

“Did you know Justin left his coat and tie here today? I wonder if he’ll need it tomorrow. He’s not the type to own two suits.”

Andi glanced at the coat still draped over the back of the chair and the tie crumpled in a heap on the seat. “No, I’m sure he doesn’t,” she said, going back in and picking them up, unconsciously smoothing the fabric over her arm as she set her briefcase down again. “But I’m also sure he doesn’t plan to wear it tomorrow.”

“I don’t know,” Wes objected. “If I read him right, he’ll be out first thing tomorrow getting things set up for the move, ordering new equipment, doing some banking …”

Andi gave Wes a knowing grin and he answered it, no longer trying to hide his ulterior motives.

“Take him his coat, Andi,” he said. “Talk to him. Make friends with him, if nothing else.”

Andi wasn’t fooled. “But
something
else is more what you had in mind, isn’t it, Wes?”

Wes shrugged and attempted an innocent smile. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Pensively, Andi dropped her gaze to the coat and tie, and she wondered if they smelled like Justin. A sudden warmth washed through her, making her uneasy. “I was considering having a press conference tomorrow to announce that he’s joined us,” she said without meeting Wes’s eyes. “A reception, maybe. The press people love those. Do you think it’s too short notice?”

“Go invite him!” Wes enthused, giving a that’s-the-spirit punch at the air. “No notice is too short for the press. They’re starved for news on Promised Land. Go take him his coat and invite him. You’ll have two excuses.”

“This may come as a shock to you,” Andi retorted mildly, “but I wasn’t looking for an excuse to see Justin.”

“But you’ll go?”

“Maybe,” she said. “I’ll let you know.” Again, she got her briefcase and started out of the room, turning back at the threshold. “And Wes? Thanks for caring.”

Quirking his lips, he said, “Somebody has to do it.” Then, as if the exchange had never taken place, he bent back over his work as Andi shook her head and left the room.

I
t was difficult finding Justin’s house in the dark, but at last Andi picked it out and pulled into the driveway. Two cars were parked ambiguously on the street between his house and the one next door—making her uncertain if he had visitors or if his neighbors did—but the lack of lighting, except for the faint yellow one through the front curtains, gave the impression of inactivity.

An instant of cowardice flitted through her mind and almost made her reconsider. Why
had
she come? Wasn’t she just making herself an open target for pain? She picked the coat up, squeezed the fabric in hands that trembled slightly, then brought it to her face. It
did
smell of him, clean yet exotic, the same unique scent he had worn years ago. Funny how she had never forgotten that smell.

Draping the coat and tie over her arm, she walked over the lawn still soft from the last rain and went up the porch steps leading to his front door. Swallowing back her fear, she rang the bell.

The vibration of footsteps on the hollow wooded floor told her someone was coming. She braced herself and mentally rehearsed her greeting. But when the door opened, it was not Justin who confronted her but a petite brunette with spaniel eyes and a smile that seemed on the verge of laughter. “Can I help you?” she asked, pushing back the riotous curls that were slightly subdued by the bright scarf tied in a bow at the top of her head.

Feeling foolish with the coat and tie over her arm, Andi tried to find her voice. “Hi. I’m—”

“Who is it, Madeline?” she heard Justin call as he came up the hall.

The woman stepped back as Justin approached the door in his usual jeans and T-shirt. He probably couldn’t wait to get out of that dress shirt today, she mused.

“Andi.” His eyes widened in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting—”

“I know,” she cut in, suddenly regretting the whim that had brought her here and vowing never to take Wes’s advice again. “I wouldn’t have just dropped in like this, but you left your coat and tie in the boardroom and I—”

“Come in,” he said, but Andi shook her head, a dappled pink flushing her cheeks.

“I can’t. I just wanted to bring this by.” Awkwardly she held out the arm over which the coat and tie were draped.

“Is it the pizza?” a man’s voice called from the kitchen.

Justin’s eyes locked intimately, almost apologetically, with Andi’s, and he reached out and took the coat off her arm. From somewhere deep in the house she could hear music and other voices, and another man appeared behind Justin. “Nope, not pizza,” he said.

“We were having a little celebration,” Justin said quietly, leaning toward her as if blocking out the others. Lowering his voice to an almost whisper, he said, “Please come in. I want you to meet my staff.”

Feeling that a refusal would cause more of a scene than simply stepping inside for a moment, she acquiesced. “I really don’t want to interrupt your celebration.” She glanced at the other two men who had drifted curiously into the living room.

Justin gave her a soft smile, the first truly soft smile he’d given her in years. “This is Andi Sherman, everybody,” he rumbled softly.

With subdued smiles, as if they were in the presence of the wizard who had granted them passage home, they stepped up one by one to shake her hand. Madeline, with her pixie smile, and B.J. and Nathan and Gene.

“As you’ve heard, we’re waiting for pizza,” Justin said. “You could help us eat it.”

The thought of kicking off her shoes and relaxing with these people who seemed so comfortable around each other was more appealing to her than she wanted to admit, but they were
his
friends, not hers, and it was
his
celebration, and she was quite sure that the invitation had been extended out of politeness. He would probably be horrified if she took him up on it.

“No, I really can’t. I have to go. It was nice meeting all of you.” She started toward the door, and Justin followed her out into the darkness, his back dismissing the others. Leaning his wrist on the jamb beside his head, he gazed down at her, stopping her heart. Starlight glimmered in his eyes, a radiant heat with more power than Andi remembered. She forced herself to meet his gaze directly. “I’d like to give a press party tomorrow night to announce our merger,” she said quickly. “Can you be there?”

Justin shrugged. “Sure.”

“Good,” she said, taking a step backward. “It’ll be formal. You’ll have to wear a tux.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Andi glanced toward her car to hide the awkward look she knew was apparent on her face. “Well, then I’ll see you tomorrow night—at seven—if I don’t see you before.”

“You might,” he said. “We’ll be in and out of the offices all day tomorrow.” When he made no effort to say more, Andi started down the porch steps, but his voice stopped her. “Sure you won’t stay for a while?”

Andi breathed a silent, frustrated laugh at the possibility and shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Where do you have to be?” came the next unexpected question.

Andi dropped her eyes. “The hospital.”

“Oh.” She wished instantly that she hadn’t said it, for she hated his sympathy. That was not what she wanted from Justin.

“Well,” she said with an exaggeratedly light sigh, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night, then. I’m looking forward to doing business with you, Justin.”

“So am I,” he said, so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear.

Wrenching her eyes from his, she started across the lawn.

“Andi,” he called through the night breeze.

Andi stopped and turned slowly back to him again, holding her hair back from her face as the wind waged war with it. He didn’t speak for a moment, and she felt like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to move until he unlocked his gaze. “Thanks for bringing the coat over,” he said finally.

Nodding, Andi got in her car and cranked the engine. Flicking on the headlights that she knew would blind him to her, she let her eyes steal back to him, leaning pensively in the doorway.