WMIS 07 Breathe With Me (5 page)

“Maybe.” I pull the throw pillow against my chest and sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about getting some new throw pillows while you’re at it. Those are hideous.”

“I told you that we could go furniture shopping whenever you want.”

“Okay, we’ll go this weekend then.”

I nod, then climb to my feet and stretch my arms over my head. “I’m going to take a shower and call it a night.”

“Running with me in the morning?”

“Yeah. Wake me up.”

“Set your fucking alarm. You throw shit at me when I wake you up.”

I wave at him and walk away without answering. He’ll wake me up. He does every morning.

The shower is hot and perfect and I stay under the water a good ten minutes longer than I need to before washing my face, shaving my legs and turning the water off.

I dry my body, blow my hair dry and pull on a tank and short shorts before climbing onto my bed and tug my iPad to me to go over the schedule for the rest of the month.

My phone is mocking me. Mark’s number is
right there.
How many times over the past ten years did I lie in bed at night and wish with all my might that I could call him and hear his voice just once?

After two years I mustered up all of the nerve I could and dialed his number, but it had been disconnected.

And now I have his number and he
encouraged
me to call.

I bite my lip and lift my phone, staring at his number in my contacts. He not only punched in his number, but instead of typing in his whole name, it just says,
M
.

I swear I can hear my mother in my head saying, “You only live once, baby girl. Just call the boy.”

Before I can second-guess myself, I press the green
send
button and hold my breath as I wait for him to answer.

But he doesn’t. An automated voice comes on the line saying that the person at this number isn’t available.

I end the call rather than leave a message. My shoulders sag in disappointment, but I shrug one shoulder and set my phone aside then return my concentration on my iPad.

Less than one minute later, my phone rings.

M.

“Hello?”

“Tell me this is Meredith,” he says. He’s panting and I can’t help but wonder what he’s been doing.

Or who.

“What if I say it’s
not
Meredith?” I ask with a grin.

“Then I’ll be pissed that I ran away from remodeling my bathroom to call this number back. I need my shower back.”

I have a shower you can use.

I almost say it out loud but catch myself. We’re not there yet.

“Remodeling your bathroom, are you?”

“So this
is
Meredith then?”

“Like you couldn’t recognize my voice.”

He chuckles and I hear him swallowing. God, I bet his throat looks amazing when he drinks water.

“You said I should call,” I begin a bit uncertainly.

“Yes, I did. Do you have plans tonight?”

I look around my bedroom and laugh in spite of myself. “Yes, I’m in bed working.”

“Hmm, dancing in bed is always fun.”

“No, the business side of it, funny guy.” Oh, how I’ve missed this funny side of him. “I was going to call it an early night.”

“Running in the morning?”

“You remember my running routine?” I ask in surprise.

“I remember everything, M.”

I bite my lip as tears fill my eyes. “Me too.”

“I work tomorrow,” he mutters and I can just hear the wheels turning in his head. “But I am free tomorrow night and I have the day after off.”

“My schedule is the same,” I reply.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening around seven?”

I pause, the words
come over now
hovering on my tongue, but I suppose I can wait until tomorrow to see him.

I’ve waited for ten freaking years.

“Mer?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“Great. I’ll see you then.”

“Wait, I need to give you my address.”

“You’re not at your mom’s?”

“No, I sold the house. I’m in Seattle. Jax and I share an apartment not far from the studio. It’s easier.”

“You share an apartment with Jax?” His voice is suddenly harder and I can’t help but smile in satisfaction.

I’m not the only one who’s jealous.

“Yes, we do. Different bedrooms, M.”

“Okay. Text me your address and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Are you sure about this?” My voice is quiet.

“Never been more sure.”

“Okay.” I nod once. “It’s a date.”

Chapter Three

~Mark~

Twelve hours. I only have to get through the next twelve hours and I’ll have Meredith all to myself.

Jesus, I’m so fucking nervous it’s ridiculous. I’ve been with my share of women over the past decade, and not one of them made my palms clammy or my stomach clench.

Because they didn’t matter.

And Mer matters.

I pull up to the construction site and park. I’m early, as usual. I want to check the site, progress and quality of work being done before the rest of the crew arrives.

I’ve worked as a site foreman for Isaac Montgomery since I moved back home almost two years ago. I love my job. I’m fucking good at my job. I have an excellent crew, but I don’t put up with bullshit, and they know it.

It works well for us.

Just as I make a full circle around the outside of the multi-million dollar home we’re building just north of Seattle on the coast, Isaac pulls up in his truck.

“Not in your office today?” I ask and cross to him. He’s holding two Starbucks cups and passes one to me.

“On site today. Brynna has the office covered.” He shakes my hand and glances up to the house. “This is coming along nicely.”

“Thanks. I was just about to go inside. Want the grand tour?”

“Let’s do it,” he agrees and follows me through the front entrance. The door hasn’t been hung yet, and when I glance around the inside of the great room, my eyes narrow menacingly.

“Fuck,” Isaac whispers.

Someone snuck in during the night and spray painted one of the walls with gang graffiti. Thankfully, the drywall hasn’t been hung yet either, and we can easily cover this up.

“Fucking kids,” I growl and shake my head.

“I’ll call Matt and have him arrange to have this neighborhood patrolled more regularly,” he says grimly, referring to his younger brother, one of Seattle’s best detectives.

“I’ll make sure the doors and windows are installed today so it’ll be locked up from now on,” I reply.

Isaac nods and follows me as I walk through the eight thousand square foot home.

“This is going to be impressive,” Isaac says.

“I agree. It’s one of the biggest I’ve ever built, that’s for sure.” When we walk back out through the front entrance, we both sit on the temporary concrete steps and sip our coffee. “How are the other sites coming along?”

“No complaints today,” he replies and then shakes his head. “Except that remodel at Alki. The owner has changed her mind on the master shower four motherfucking times.”

“Seriously?” I laugh and sip my coffee. “That sucks.”

“It’s her money.” Isaac shrugs as if he just can’t figure her out. “I’d like to wrap that one up so we can move on to the next.”

“How are Stacy and the kids?”

“Perfect,” he replies easily with a satisfied grin. For the first time in my life, I’m jealous of Isaac and our brothers and their families. “Stacy is beautiful and busy with Soph and Liam.”

I nod and watch as some of the crew begins to pull in, gathering their tool belts and other gear from the beds of their trucks.

“You coming to Will’s on Sunday?” Isaac asks.

“What’s happening on Sunday?”

“Last minute family cookout.” He shrugs and then chuckles. “The weather is heating up, so I think everyone wants to take advantage of being outside.”

“Sounds cool.” I pause and then decide
fuck it
. “Think it’s cool if I bring someone?”

Isaac’s head whips around and his eyes are surprised when he asks, “Who?”

“An old friend,” I reply softly and then swear under my breath, uncomfortable as fuck at the way he’s watching me. “Meredith.”

“Since when do you bring women to family functions?” he asks incredulously then laughs. “I so want to bust your balls about this, but I’ll be the mature one and simply say, yeah. It’s fine. Will and the others will not let you off the hook so easily, my friend.”

“I don’t care.”

And it’s true. I don’t. I just want her with me.

Jesus, I’m getting way ahead of myself here. We haven’t been out on a date yet.

Patience never was a virtue I possessed.

“I’ll invite her,” I say and crush my empty coffee cup in my fist.

“Is she the reason?” he asks softly and doesn’t turn his head to look at me. He doesn’t clarify, not that I need him to. He just sits quietly and waits for me to answer, watching the cup in his hands.

“Yeah.” My voice is quiet and I sigh deeply. “Once upon a time, she was everything.”

“Good luck, man.”

I nod and stand with him as the others join us on the steps.

“What’s on tap for today, boss?”

“Doors and windows,” I begin and push thoughts of Meredith aside for later as I get to work.

***

I knock on Mer’s apartment door and shift back and forth on my feet. I haven’t been this nervous since the very first time I picked her up for a date early in our Junior year.

I’ve come a long way since then.

Suddenly the door is wrenched open and Jax is standing there with a wide smile.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi. I’m here to pick up Meredith.”

“Mr. Delicious is here for your date, tootsie roll!” Jax yells.

“I’m right here, dork,” Meredith says as she slips under his arm out into the hallway. “Ignore him. He has horrible manners.”

“Have fun,” Jax continues, leaning on the doorjamb with his arms crossed and watching us walk to the elevator. I brace my hand on the small of her back and feel the electricity travel up my arm and down to my groin. After all this time, the chemistry is still here. “You have her home at a decent time, now. I’ll leave the light on.”

“Shut up, Jax,” Mer says with a laugh.

“Use condoms!” He calls just as the elevator arrives.

“Oh my God! Shut the hell up, Jax!”

He laughs as the doors close and I can only smile in delight down at her. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Her hair is pulled up in one of her signature messy buns and she’s in jeans and a blue sweater the same color as her eyes.

Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“You look amazing,” I say and rub a large circle over her slender back.

“So do you,” she murmurs and looks up and down at my plain black T-shirt and jeans. I threw a plaid button down over the T, but her eyes travel to my arms anyway.

She always did have a thing for my arms.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” she replies with a grin. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” I lead her out to my Jeep, help her in and jump in the driver’s side. Before pulling away, I look over at her and consider pulling her in for a quick kiss, but I know that once I start kissing her, I won’t want to stop, and there’s too much to say before we go there.

If
she’s interested in going there.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as she clutches her black handbag tightly in her lap, as though she’s as nervous as I am.

“Nothing at all,” I reply with a shake of my head and pull out into traffic toward our old neighborhood. We drive in relative quiet, both lost in our own thoughts, and maybe a little nervous about what we should say. I have so many questions, but for now I’m content to have her next to me as I pull into our special place and cut the engine.

“Our pier,” she whispers softly.

“Yeah,” I reply and turn to her. “I brought dinner. I thought we could sit out here and talk, if that’s okay.”

“It’s going to get cold,” she begins, but I cut her off with a shake of my head.

“I brought extra blankets. We’ll be warm.”

She bites her lip, looks out at the water and the homes along the lake and then back at me with a watery smile. “I love it.”

I brush my knuckles down her cheek and then reluctantly pull away. Jesus, I just want to keep touching her. Everywhere.

I grab the cooler full of dinner from the back and lead her to the end of the dock that we sat on for hours on end more than ten years ago.

“God, how many hours did we spend out here?” she asks, mirroring my thoughts.