Chapter Four
“Well, you didn’t say that friend of yours was so pretty!”
Those were the first words I heard as I grabbed my suitcase from the back of the car and sat it down on the ground. The voice belonged to a woman in her early fifties, whom I assumed was Derek's mother. She was a very attractive woman who had kept herself in great shape, despite having two kids. She was about five feet seven, slender but athletic, and long, flowing brunette hair. She was the kind of mom that I'm sure got Derek more friends than he ever did, simply because he was the kid with the hot mom.
I smiled at the compliment as the woman extended her hand. Her grip was smooth and yet strong. It was like she was one of those people who never really seemed to age.
“I’m Debra, Derek’s mother,” she said shaking my hand. “You will have to excuse my rude son for not introducing me.”
Derek was standing beside me with his mouth open as if he’d just been insulted.
“Mom we just pulled in. I haven’t even got my suitcase out of the car and you are already putting me down about my manners. I’m starting to remember why I left home.”
Before I could work out if he was serious or not he grabbed his mother in a bear hug and lifted her off the ground. She threw her head back laughing. I could tell instantly that was a common greeting with them and I felt a twinge of sadness for the fact that my own mom was not there. She had never even got to see me finish growing up. I often wondered if she would have been proud of me.
“I’m Jackie,” I said.
“Oh, yes. Derek has told us so much about you,” Debra said.
“Oh, well I’m probably in trouble now,” I joked.
“No, he only tells us the good things, I swear,” she joked.
Devon cried out just then. It was just a soft giggle of a whine. I imagined he was wet and needed to be fed. I grabbed him out of his car seat and held him close to me.
“Oh, wow. That is the most adorable little thing,” Debra said.
“Enjoy them when they are this small. And take my advice—don’t teach him to speak. Derek would be so much more loved if he’d never learned to talk,” Debra joked.
“I will pretend I did not hear that,” Derek said.
Before I could even ask Debra was carrying my suitcase towards the cabin. I followed suit behind Derek and his mother.
Little Devon was already starting to quiet down. I had been blessed to have a very quiet baby. He hardly ever cried unless he really needed something and he actually kept a fairly regular sleeping routine. I often worried if it was normal to have a baby who did not cry out just to be held or just because it felt lonely like most babies do. But my doctor had advised me that he was just fine.
The cabin was insane. It was two stories tall, with five bedrooms, a huge open area where the kitchen and the living room blended together, a Jacuzzi room, walk in closets that were almost as big as my whole bedroom in my apartment, and a game room with a billiard table and dart board. A mini bar sat in the corner. I did not even want to ask how much this place was costing, but I was damn curious. Derek said his family rented this same cabin out every couple of years for Christmas.
It was spectacular.
As soon as we entered the cabin I was immediately surrounded by a greeting party of Derek’s dad Bill, his brother Keith, and his sister Beth. I had heard a bit about each of them but this was the first time I was actually meeting them in person.
Derek’s dad I knew owned a chain of restaurants around West Virginia. His brother and sister both managed a few of them. Derek had decided not to move into the family business it looked like. I often wondered why he didn’t come back here and just manage one of the restaurants too.
But Derek was always too proud. He loved living in New York City and he was determined to stand on his own two feet. He was not content to rely on his dad to give him a job in the family business. Besides Derek was quite good as a lawyer.
“Did you guys have a good trip down?” Bill asked.
“We did,” I said.
“Well, it could have been nicer if you had flown. I’m not sure Derek told you we offered to buy you both tickets so you could have got here yesterday with the rest of us,” Bill said.
“Um, yea he did mention it, but the drive down was fun,” I said.
I would have preferred flying to the eight-hour drive on often snowy roads, but I didn't say anything. I was thankful to just be going somewhere besides that apartment for Christmas.
“I hate flying,” Derek said. “Besides there is nothing wrong with a nice road trip. It’s way more fun than flying.”
I knew that wasn’t the reason. Derek was just too proud to take any money from his folks. I understood that. I was too proud to let him take money on my behalf for a plane ticket anyway.
“Well, you guys are here. That is the important thing,” Bill said. He grabbed a suitcase and Derek and I followed him up to our rooms.
After I got settled in and put Devon down for a nap in his crib I went back downstairs to join the rest of them. Derek was already sitting on the couch talking to his brother and sister.
And someone else was there who had been absent when I walked in before. I felt my whole body growing numb with anticipation and nervous chills. This was not like me. I did not get nervous over people like that. I had always been a take me as I am kind of girl and it was freaking me out a bit to see myself feeling and acting that way right then.
As I hit the bottom of the steps everyone turned to look at me and the new arrival stood up.
Tony Davis looked even more immaculate than I remembered. I could swear his athletic body got even tighter, or it might have been because he was in a t-shirt and jeans and not a three-piece suit like he was the last time I saw him.
“Well, hello,” Tony said extending his hand. “Long time no see.”
"Hi, how are you, Tony?" I said shaking his hand. His grip was just as magical as I remembered it. His hand was thick, slightly calloused from hard work (he wasn't always in the courtroom) and the muscular strength that I loved to feel gripping me.
“I have no complaints,” Tony said with a smile.
“You two know each other?” Beth asked, suddenly appearing beside us. If I was not mistaken her question was really more of an accusation, but she hid the tone well. Almost well enough…
“Jackie here took me down in the courtroom.”
“Oh, really? I find that hard to believe,” Beth said.
I wasn’t sure whether to take her compliment as an insult to me or a loving praise for her new man. I decided to ignore it and let it slide.
“No, she did,” Tony said. “It’s good to see you again counselor.”
“You as well,” I replied. I wanted to thank him for the email he sent and tell him I was sorry that I never got back in touch with him. I was just so embarrassed over everything that happened.
“So, Beth, Derek has told me a bit about you,” I said. “I understand you are in real estate?”
“Yea,” Beth said and as she did I could swear she was glaring daggers up at me. I was getting the distinct feeling that she was none too happy that I knew Tony at all. Derek told me once that his sister was a bit of a wackjob, but I figured he was saying that in jest as all people tend to think their siblings are psychos.
“Are you looking for a new place?” Beth asked.
“Well, I might be in the future. I’m in between jobs right now,” I said.
“Oh, yea. I hear that being a known embezzler can wreak havoc on landing a good job these days,” Beth said.
My jaw almost hit the floor. I had to fight the urge to run across the room and strangle the bitch.
“What the hell?” Derek said coming to my defense.
“Relax, little brother. Jackie knows I’m only teasing, right?” Beth asked smirking over at me. I wanted to rip her head off so badly right then.
“Um, yea,” I said with a smile. Sometimes I hated playing nice. It was not really like me and I wasn’t sure how good at it I was going to be, but I was a guest and I just had to let some things go. Beth was just jealous.
“Ok everyone, let’s relax,” Bill said. “Lunch should be ready in a few minutes.”
That was music to my ears. I hadn’t eaten a thing since we came by Pittsburgh about six hours ago, and I had forced myself to ingest some fake fast food. The stuff was so tasty and addictive but I could actually feel the lack of nutritional value sometimes as I munched on it. And of course, I was hungry two hours later. By this time I was absolutely famished.
We all took our seats around the large dining room table just off the kitchen. I was delighted to see that I was actually sitting just diagonally across from Tony.
I wondered if that was a calculated move on his part or if I was just imagining things. He was here with Beth. Even though he had expressed attraction to me in the past that did not mean that he was still going to be attracted to me now. A year was a long time and we had no history to speak of except a minor flirtation.
As I sat there waiting to see what food might find itself in front of me I found myself checking Beth out in my peripheral. She was attractive with long blonde hair a curvy body that might have been athletic, and a good sense of style. But I believe it was her personality that made her kind of ugly. She put off this vibe that said that the world should just back off unless you wanted to suffer internal bleeding.
I was wondering what in the hell Tony saw in her, but then I noticed the way she acted when she interacted with him directly. Her whole face lit up and her personality shifted. She started to act almost like a normal human and she didn’t make snarky comments to people.
I had known the girl all of eight minutes, but with all the stories that Derek told me about her and the way she had already treated me, pretty much told me everything I needed to know about her.
She was someone I wanted to stay clear of, although I was convinced I could take her in a fight if it ever came to that.
A fight? Really? Where had that idea came from? I don't think I'd been in a fist fight since fifth grade when I refused to let Patty "the bull" Daniels take my lunch money for the second day in a row.
I had gotten roughed up pretty good by Patty (who had been left behind twice and was two years older than me) but I held my own and she never messed with me again. That was when I decided that standing up for yourself usually hurt like hell, but bruises to your body would heal. Bruises to your pride and self-esteem lasted forever.
I smiled at the thought. If Beth wanted a fight, then she would sure as hell find herself in one. But she had nothing to worry about with Tony as far as I was concerned. I still found him sexy as hell, but I wasn’t really in the business of stealing another woman’s man. Life was too short for that silly Melrose Place crap.
On the other hand, if Tony decided that he preferred me and wanted to start something with me, would I be opposed to it? No. A man is free to make his own choices, as long as he makes it perfectly clear that he is with me. I would never be the other woman that was for damn sure.
Bill and Debra brought out a big platter of sub sandwiches that Debra had prepared. There were two of them for everybody. I was astonished that this family did lunch like this. It was kind of epic. Now, I’m not sure if it was just because they were all together and it was a holiday week, or if this was the kind of service they grew up with, but I was impressed.
“So, you guys get any skiing done yet?” Derek asked.
"A little bit yesterday evening, but honestly we've all been just getting settled in. I was thinking of hitting the slopes later this afternoon, though. I'd like to wait until the morning rush is over. Besides skiing at dusk is pretty awesome," Keith said.
This was the first I'd really heard him say much of anything. I got the feeling he was the strong, silent type. Or maybe he was just stupid. Again, Derek's constant reference to his "idiot family" was entrenched in my brain.
I felt like I’d been brainwashed into believing that his whole family was a bunch of weirdoes, but so far, I loved his mom and dad. They were great. But the jury was still out about the final verdict on his brother and sister.
“Wow, this is fantastic mom!” Derek raved as he stuffed his second sandwich into his mouth.
I had to laugh at the guy. It was like everything he did was pretty funny. He never failed to entertain me.
“You want some air with that sandwich?” Bill joked. “I swear this boy just inhales his food.”
“That’s the way it tastes the best,” Derek said with his mouth half full.
Bill looked at him disgusted for a moment before he burst out laughing.
“You are welcome, dear,” Debra replied.
“What are you thanking her for? Remember I am the chef in the family,” Bill said.
“Did you make these sandwiches?” Beth asked.
“No, his mother did.”
“Then why are you complaining?”
Derek and Keith both hopped up at that one for a second doing some secret family cheer. Tony and I looked at each other as if asking what in the hell had we gotten ourselves into?
“You all can help yourselves to the leftovers if you want more,” Debra said.
My hand instinctively shot out to grab one of the last sandwiches. Tony’s mind had the same idea as we found ourselves reaching for the same sandwich. I knew I should have recoiled instantly, but his touch felt so good, so comforting right then. It was a breath of fresh air completely out of nowhere. It is amazing how you can feel so cold and not realize it until some warmth moves you. Then you realize what you’ve been missing.
My eyes caught his just then. The room seemed to stand still for a moment and I knew that one of us should speak to at least make this look like it was not awkward to anybody but us, but I could not turn away from the fog I was in at that moment.
“There are other sandwiches,” Beth said just then. The tone of her voice sparked with annoyance.
I moved my hand away just then trying to fight off the blush.
“I’m sorry, you go ahead,” I said.
“No, I think it was yours first,” Tony replied. He grabbed another sandwich off the tray.
“Thanks,” I said as I grabbed that one back.
I took a bite and noticed that Beth was rolling her eyes and giving me the occasional stink eye. It was a bit awkward to eat while someone glares at you. I became a little bit self-conscious about the whole thing and I was thankful to swallow it and be done with my lunch.
It was then that I also noticed Derek glaring at Tony. It was very brief, but as I looked around the room trying to just listen to the conversation going on to see if I might include myself or at least pretend to be interested so as not to be rude, I saw it.
Tony did not see this as he was saying something to Beth, but I definitely saw Derek glaring at him. Was it because he noticed the moment I’d had with Tony? Was it that obvious to everyone else that there was still an attraction there?
I could kind of understand Beth being paranoid because she was that way and she was new to the relationship with Tony that was apparently going pretty well or at least from her perspective, but for Derek to be jealous was something else. I was pretty sure we had kind of an unwritten understanding that we were never going to happen that way. It just wasn’t meant to be. We were good friends and that was it. But I was now starting to think that maybe Derek might have even stronger feelings for me than I realized.
“Do you ski Jackie?” Debra asked snapping me out of my little thought bubble.
I had to think for a second.
“Yes, I do ski.”
“Are you pretty good?”
“I like to think that I’m fair. I actually had never been on a pair of skis until my freshman year in college, but my roommate convinced me to try it out and I just kind of fell in love with it. It has been a little while since I’ve had a chance to do it though. But I am looking forward to getting out on the slopes again.”
“You never told me that,” Derek said.
“You never asked,” I replied. “It isn’t something that really gets brought up in everyday conversation in our line of work.”
“Well, you’ve been out of a line of work for a while,” Beth remarked. “And since he invited you here I imagine you might have mentioned your skiing… passion.” She put an emphasis on the last word as if she was making a joke about me being full of it.
The anger rose up inside of me right then and I found it hard to hold it back. I had a short fuse and a short line that if you crossed it more than once usually meant you would never cross it again.
"Well, some of us don't have the luxury of riding our parents' coattails until we find our calling by taking a class at the local community college and calling ourselves a realtor," I said.
“Boom!” Derek erupted. “She got you there sis! That was great.”
I was a bit shocked at Derek’s outrageous celebration, but something told me that not many people ever zinged his sister and called her out on her bullshit. If they did then she might not have been so snarky all the time, I thought.
“I’m fully licensed,” Beth said.
“You need a license to show people a house? I think it’s harder to get a fishing license,” I said. I knew I should have just shut my mouth then, mostly because of Bill and Debra. They had been so nice to me and I hated cutting their daughter down right in front of them, but they had to see that she pushed me to it.
“I think we should ease up ladies,” Bill said. He grabbed the large empty tray that had housed the sandwiches and began walking to the kitchen. “I’ll be right back with pie and we can continue this lovely debate at that time.”
It was easy to see where Derek got his sense of humor from. Bill seemed to possess that rare trait that he always knew what to say to turn an angry room laughing.
Of course, Beth and I were the only ones not laughing.