CHAPTER SEVEN - DUNCAN
I had passed out not long after my call with Rachel and had anticipated my lunch date with her all morning while watching work her magic on the set. She had a real eye for detail, and it was apparent how she’d landed the job. She was very meticulous in the way she wanted things placed, and seeing her work with her team was impressive. She’d turned me on taking charge, and I liked seeing her taking the upper hand with a few of her bitching helpers. She seemed to be close to the man she called her assistant, Jefferey, and the more I watched him, with him watching me right back and not being a bit shy about it, I wondered if he was in love with her too.
“You two have fun,” he’d said as Rachel and I left the set for our lunch date. He’d given her a warm smile but then given me a look that told me I better behave myself.
“What’s with him? Is there something more going on with you two?” I was taken aback by her laughter and also a bit confused. “What?” I said while opening her car door.
“If I had to guess, I’d say he’s more attracted to you.”
I glanced back toward the door as I shut her inside and sure enough Jefferey was stepping out with his phone in his hand.
I hurried around to get in my car, sliding into the seat beside her as I asked, “He’s gay?” I could usually tell the type, but this man was not as easy to read.
“Breaking the stupid stereotypes, isn’t he? I like that about him. He’s himself and one of my best friends next to your sister, so if you’ve got an issue—”
I held up my hands and shook my head. “I’ve got no issues. He’s protective of you. I give him credit. I just had no idea.”
She had lashed out at me like a whip cracking, and I had to admire her for the way she loved her friends. She’d always been the type to do that, even when we were kids.
As I started the car, her next words surprised me. “I owe you an apology.”
“Me? Why’s that?” She settled into her seat as I headed out into traffic.
“Because of my father. I didn’t believe you. I should have known that he’d had something to do with it. He was just so supportive through all that, and well, he was all I had, so I hated thinking he had something to do with it.”
“I’m glad he was there for you, it’s what dads do. I shouldn’t have thrown him under the bus. I should have just let you think it was all me.” I hated that I had done it and didn’t want her to think I was trying to paint her dad in a bad light. Everything else aside, I knew the old bastard loved her, even if he hated me.
“No, he shouldn’t have lied, and he shouldn’t have interfered. Look at all the time we’ve wasted. I’ve been angry with you for all these years.”
“It has been a long time.” Silence stretched out between us as we made our way across town to a nice little restaurant that Shauna had told me about.
“Did your sister tell you about this place?” she asked as we were driving up. I smiled and gave a little shrug.
“You caught me. It’s just I don’t know many good places on this side of the city.” I pulled my car into the small parking lot and took the first place I found.
“Well, I think you’ll like it if your tastes haven’t changed any.”
I had always been easy to please in the food department and would eat anything that anyone sat before me. She’d been the picky one, and there was a time I was trying to break her of that. Perhaps I’d make it my mission again.
We went inside and found a quiet little table in the back where the overhead light was burnt out, and the only light was coming through a tinted window and from the votive on the table. She blew it out and moved it aside.
“You have a problem with flames?”
“Only old ones apparently.” She let loose a little giggle and then shook her head. “I’m only kidding. I hate the way they flicker. So, what have you been up to the past ten, eleven years, is it?”
“Yeah, something like that.” The waiter came and handed us our menus and took our drink orders and then as soon as he left, I finished my thought. “I went into the Navy, just like I told you.”
“ Shauna gave me a picture of you in uniform. Your mother was so proud. I spent the next two years staring at it.” She wrung her hands on the table and then moved them to her lap.
In the silence that followed I decided to continue. “So, after two years, I began my SEAL training. I was a bit advanced, but I wanted it more than anything in a while at that point. I figured you were starting college and getting on with your life, so I didn’t have much else to look forward to.”
“Why didn’t you go back after your mother passed?” The waiter brought our drinks, and she immediately took a sip of hers, pulling the clear glass to her full, pouty lips. They were so soft when we used to kiss, and I couldn’t help but want to kiss them again.
I shook my head. “I didn’t want anything keeping me from being able to be there for Shauna. She was all alone in the beginning of mother’s illness with me having my last year kicking off. After I had served my sixth and final tour, I knew mom didn’t have much longer, so I went home to help Shauna. I hoped I’d see you, but your father had moved away. I didn’t bother asking Shauna where.”
She gave a little shrug and turned her head.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t want to know where you were, Rachel, it was that I didn’t want to hear that you were married, that you’d found someone, anyone else.” She rested her hand in front of her and stroked a finger along her glass, playing with the condensation. “What have you been up to?”
“I got a full scholarship to art school and then I had to convince my father to let me use it. We had a huge fight, and I left.”
My eyes widened. “You left?”
“Yes, I’m not afraid of my father like some people.” She pulled her lips in tight, and I would have been offended if it hadn’t been for the smile that broke across her face. She never could keep a straight face when she needed to, and I realized at that moment how much I missed her sense of humor. Her smile and laughter hadn’t changed.
“I guess I deserved that. So where did you go? After art school, I mean.”
“I moved out here. I’ve been here a while. My father eventually gave up and decided that he’d try Temecula to be closer. He bought a house and has been dating the same woman for a while. She’s nice.” She didn’t seem fazed either way by that, but then her mother had been gone a long time.
“Well, it sounds like you ended up in a good place.” I thought of all that time between us, and though it had been a long spell, it hadn’t killed that familiarity between us.
“That’s funny. You almost seem like it’s better this way when here I sit wishing we’d both done something different.”
“Any path that leads me back to you, couldn’t have been all that bad, but I do wish the road had been a tad shorter.” I reached across the table and took her hand, and she let me hold it long enough for the waiter to return.
After lunch, I took her back to the lot, and we were really starting to warm up to one another again, which was nice. I had wanted to kiss her, but I figured I better give that a bit of time. I’d waited this long, what was a little longer?
“There you are, Rachel.” The male voice got my attention as I opened the door and Rachel walked in ahead of me. I looked up to see Jefferey giving me the once-over, but it wasn’t his voice I’d heard.
The other man, a younger, handsome man with a boyish, devil-may-care grin walked up and put his arm around Rachel and led her in.
“I just came by to check and see if things are running smoothly and—”
He turned when I cleared my throat and Rachel chimed in. “Brock, this is Duncan, the head of our security for the production, and Duncan, this is Brock, our producer.”
Brock gave me a casual glance up and down and then shook my hand. “Good to meet you, we’ll talk soon. I’ll give you the low down on the smoking hot Star Summers, who you will no doubt, be getting very up close and personal with.” He gave me a wink and a nudge, and then he scooped Rachel against him and walked away, sweeping her along with him.
In that first minute, I knew I hated the guy.