I'd walked into the shed to get some more starter pots kits to put out for sale. I didn't know he had followed me. But it didn't matter because I ran into Brock who had stopped by before he headed on a trip out of town.
Not a long one, he'd be driving just a 100 miles and would be back tomorrow but we hadn't seen each other last night.
He stood there dressed in his business attire which of course molded to his body in ways that sucked the breath right out of me.
"Hi Brock…you heading on out?"
"Just saying goodbye and I'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
I gestured to the shed.
"You got a few minutes?"
He smiled and we went into the shed. As soon as we slipped inside, I slid my arms around his waist and looked up at him.
"It's going to be lonely tonight."
He responded by brushing his lips against my mouth. I didn't know what he did on his business trips when he wasn't working and I never asked. The only part of his life I focused on was the time he spent with me. If there were other women in these places I didn't want to know. After all, I'd be leaving myself in the fall to head back to school.
I had my secrets too. The main one being the pregnancy scare of course. But I didn't think about that as his lips moved from my lips down my neck…he was making it really hard to say goodbye to him.
He broke his kissing and looked at me.
"I'm going to miss you."
I frowned at him.
"Brock that's not in the rule book," I said, "We're not supposed to think about each other unless we're together."
He smiled seemingly not concerned about that. He stroked the lips he'd just kissed with his finger, tracing their outline. I hungered for so much more but I didn't have much time.
"I saw Devlin here."
"Oh yeah, he's just buying some border plants for his garden. Something about his wife wanting more color."
Maybe not a lie, maybe he'd really come here to spend money on the upkeep of the garden his wife wanted around the cabana. Brock smoothed a strand of hair off of my face.
"Gloria always loved flowers," he said, "Years ago; she used to work in that garden all the time."
My brows arched.
"You sure about that…she hardly goes outside anymore. Too busy I guess."
"She used to have small parties with the neighbors," Brock said, "though she invited Devlin's co-workers too…including me."
"Was that how you met her?"
"We went to school together for a while," he said, "but Devlin swept her off of her feet."
"They meet, get married, have two kids," I said, "I guess some families are normal after all. I didn't have that growing up, not even close."
"Neither did I," Brock said, "but I thought about what it'd be like to have a wife, a kids to come home to, to be there waiting."
I put my hands on his chest and looked up at him, thinking this an odd conversation. But I could tell it mattered to him.
"Brock you're a hot looking guy and you've got a lot going for you," I said, "You'll have all those things."
He grew silent and I knew he was remembering something from his past. A past I knew nothing about because I'd been jailbait during most of it. He and I didn't talk much about either of our backgrounds. Maybe for the same reasons….we both hadn't gotten what we wanted growing up and were trying to make up for it in different ways. I'd focused on my school, all I did in high school was try to study…spending hours at the library to avoid my house.
My mom hadn't even finished high school. She'd gotten bored with it and dropped out or her mother made her, depending on whether she was drunk or not when telling the story.
I thought he might say something but he rested his hands on my hips and kissed my mouth, savoring it this time. He pulled me closer to him and I already knew how much he wanted me.
He pulled away and touched my face again.
"I know…it'll have to wait until I get back."
His face turned serious.
"You think there's someone waiting for me at the hotel?"
"It's okay if there is Brock…I don't expect anything from you, to be seeing only me…given that you do have a girlfriend in London."
He looked away for a moment.
"She might not be coming back."
That gave me pause. He'd said that Caroline might stay there longer but like the return date had only been pushed forward.
I didn't ask what had changed. I just kissed him before he walked out of the shed.
Later, as I worked in the nursery I thought about what had just happened. What he'd told me about Caroline possibly staying in London a lot longer than expected. Did that mean they were history? Not that it mattered because I wouldn't be staying in town myself. I had left the shed and had seen Devlin in line to pay for some tools but he didn't look my way.
I wondered if he'd seen me with Brock but then so what? I was seeing Brock not him. I went back to stash more herbs. They never stayed on the shelves this time of year and they filled four shelves. I thought about calling Tiffany who was probably by the pool chilling out.
Then my phone vibrated and I looked at it, seeing that a text had shown up. The number was "unknown" and I read it.
"A slut like you deserves what's coming…"
I widened my eyes. It reminded me of the messages I'd gotten when I'd been home alone that night. But I'd thought them to be some bored crank caller submitting nasty texts randomly to get a thrill out of it. Now I wasn't so sure. I couldn't know who sent it because it didn't ID the phone number and what if it was just a crank? I put my phone away but it chilled me because whoever sent it…
The phone vibrated again and I nearly jumped. But this time it was Tiffany on the other end.
"Hey what's up?"
I thought about the disturbing text but said nothing.
"Just work…it's been a slow morning."
"When you off?"
"By four," I said, "Then I thought I'd head by the diner and get some food."
"Brock's out of town right?"
"Just until tomorrow…he came here to say goodbye."
"How sweet…you know if I didn't know better I'd think he liked you."
"I know, I know you're just fuck buddies like me and Lars but you're having a great time aren't you?"
I couldn't deny it. I knew it was just sex but I did look forward to it. Brock knew how to please a girl and with his hands…his mouth…his…
"So do you want to go to the club tonight?"
I thought about it.
"I don't know…I have the house to myself tonight. My mom and…Dirk went back to Vegas."
"Surprise, surprise," Tiffany said, "well why don't I come over and spend the night…"
"What about you and Lars?"
"Come on I'm not married to the guy and you're my best friend."
A guilt pang hit me when she said that because had I been a best friend to her? I'd put that behind me though and from now on, I'd be much better.
"All right…maybe we can watch some movies," I said, "as long as we don't raid my mom's Brad Pitt collection."
"You got booze?"
"You know I do…but we'll have to be careful because my mom gets grumpy when she's out of her favorites."
"No problem…I got some margarita ingredients on this end," she said, "We'll whip some up for the movies."
She thought that sounded good and I clicked my phone off to get back to work. It stayed quiet for the rest of the day.
Tiffany knows how to make a good margarita. She said she learned from a bar tender she fucked once but I'm not sure I believed her. I drank the first one quick and took the second one out to the back patio to nurse.
She'd brought over some Mexican takeout and we ate tacos and enchiladas drenched in sauce. The night had cooled down enough to be pleasant.
"So where's Lars?"
"I think he's at the club."
"You miss him?"
She looked directly at me.
"You miss Brock?"
I paused and then nodded slightly.
"Yeah I do…but only because I love the sex."
She just laughed at that.
"You know I thought when you finally gave up your V card, you'd go a bit wild to make up for lost time."
I sighed inwardly because she had no idea just how much.
"But do you get tired of fucking just one guy…even a hot guy like Brock?"
I didn't even know how to answer that question. She didn't ask it to pry. After all, she'd been with at least three guys this summer already.
"No not really," I said, "I like to keep things simple."
God, I was getting to be such a good liar. So much for promising myself to be a better friend, I thought. Then my phone vibrated again.
Another text…the same as the one earlier…
"What is it?"
I showed it to Tiffany who made a face.
"Probably some guy jacking off while texting random girls."
I put my phone away.
"How would he know I'm even a girl?"
"Guessing…fifty fifty chance right?"
I just looked at her and reached for the glass to refill it with margarita. I felt a little buzzed already as I walked into the kitchen to bring the pitcher out to the patio. The window looked out into the side yard where the garbage cans were kept. I walked into the breakfast room not sure why towards the window looking out front.
The street looked deserted, save for a parked car I didn't recognize across the street one house down. But I didn't see anyone inside it because it wasn't parked beneath a street light. I couldn't help feeling a bit like I was being watched, but then I shook it off as I took the pitcher of margaritas to where Tiffany waited.
Maybe I should have taken another look…