Chapter Three
Sam
“You guys are just coming in?” Jackson asked, to our replacements. “What a bunch of slackers.”
Donohue was one of the older members of the team. He was pushing sixty and starting to look it, but he had the presence of safety about him and was still one of the best fire fighters we had. He shot Jackson a look.
“What did you do today?” Donohue asked. “Pulled a cat out of a tree?”
Jackson kept the mischievous grin on his face. “I did actually…but only because the owner was hot.”
I laughed. “You find Mrs. Benedict hot?” I asked. “Interesting, I didn’t know you were into seventy-year-old women.”
The men burst out laughing as Jackson aimed a hard punch at my arm. I ducked out of the way and headed outside, with him following close behind.
“Thanks for that,” he scoffed.
I winked at him. “Anytime,” I said, ignoring the sarcasm in his tone.
“Where’d you park?”
“Around back. Is that you up front?”
“Yeah,” Jackson nodded as we came to a stop outside the station. “Good day, huh?”
“It was,” I agreed. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, how are things going with the bar?”
His smile widened instantly. “Fucking great, man,” he said instantly. “I have high hopes.”
“That’s great news,” I said, clapping him on the back. “Congrats.”
“You should be congratulating yourself, too,” Jackson said generously. “You’re part owner.”
“Please,” I brushed off. “All I did was make a small investment.”
“It was the investment that made the difference between canning the idea and going ahead with it,” Jackson said. “I couldn’t have got the bar off the ground without you, man.”
“You’re not going to kiss me, are you?” I asked. “Because if you do, I’m going to have to take my investment back.”
He laughed. “No, but seriously,” he continued. “I’m grateful – you didn’t need to invest.”
“I know that,” I nodded. “But I wanted to. We’ve been through thick and thin together. We went through fire academy together, we started out as rookies on the force together, we were even hazed together.”
“Oh trust me, I remember.”
“What would be the point of all that if I didn’t step up when you needed help the most?” I said, with a reasonable shrug.
“You’re a good man, Burbank,” Jackson said, and his dark eyes were filled with gratitude. “I really appreciate it.”
“I got it,” I assured him. “You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
“Okay, good,” he laughed. “It doesn’t come naturally to me.”
“I’m aware,” I smiled.
“Why don’t you come by the bar later tonight?” he suggested. “Everything’s pretty much up and running, we even have a crowd in the night. You can see what you invested in.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded. “I’m heading over to Pete’s place now, but I’ll stop by after.”
“Your mother is staying with Peter and Madison, isn’t she?” Jackson asked.
“Yup,” I nodded.
“How’s that going?”
“It’s going pretty well, actually,” I said. “It’s strange having her back after such a long absence. But honestly, there are days when it feels like she never left at all.”
“Good for you, man.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Anyhow… I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then?”
“You can count on it,” Jackson nodded. “It’s an open bar for you, drinks are on the house.”
“Now, I’m excited,” I said. “What’s the talent like?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said immediately. “There’s plenty of sexiness to go around. The women love my bar.”
“I’m counting on it.” I waved goodbye to Jackson and headed to my pick up.
I turned the volume up and drove to Peter’s with the music crashing through the confined space. That was my go to relaxation technique after I’d finished a long shift. Nothing calmed me down faster than deafening music that crowded out all the stress of the job.
Peter was on the porch when I pulled up. He was wearing a checkered shirt and old jeans. “Hi, bud,” I greeted. “You look like a cowboy from an old Western.”
“Will you turn down the fucking volume,” he replied. “You’ll disrupt the whole neighborhood.”
I turned off my engine and the music died immediately. “Please,” I said. “The neighborhood at this moment includes your house and Victor’s. And Victor works late.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
I shrugged. “And, I enjoy pissing you off.”
Peter shook his head at me. “Run out of food at home, did you?”
I gave him an innocent smile. “Just a tad. I really need to buy groceries.”
“Why?” he asked. “You never actually use them. You either eat from here or you eat from out.”
“Very true,” I nodded. “Guilty as charged.”
“Really, Sam,” a soft feminine voice called from inside the house. “It’s not healthy to eat out so often.”
A moment later, Mom stepped out onto the porch. She was a small woman with delicate features. She had beautiful hazel eyes and dark hair that she had passed on to three of her five sons. She was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt that looked a little too big for her. She came forward and gave me a tight hug. It had become habit and now I had come to expect it.
She hugged me as though she hadn’t seen me in years, and I knew that when I left, she would hug me as though she were afraid she wouldn’t see me again for years. I understood why, though. After more than fifteen years, we had been recently reunited. Now that we were in each other’s lives again, she didn’t want to take for granted the little things, even if it was as simple as a hug.
“Eating here is one thing,” she continued. “But I don’t like that you eat out so much.”
“I try to eat healthy,” I said.
Peter snorted at my obvious lie, and I shot him a look. “Well… I burn a lot. And, I do my best to keep healthy.”
“Exercise alone isn’t enough,” Mom lectured me. “You need to maintain a balanced diet, too.”
“It’s not exactly ‘eating out,’” I said. “I eat here or at the fire station.”
“Yeah…cause the station is usually packed full of healthy snacks,” Peter said, rolling his eyes.
“It is…when Grady or Burt is the kitty-man.”
“The what?” Mom asked with a confused look on her face.
I smiled. “Kitty,” I said. “It’s basically a collection of things, usually food items that everyone puts money towards and uses when we’re at the station.”
“Tell me next time you’re the kitty then,” she said. “I’ll get together some healthy options.”
I laughed. “It’s kitty-man, Mom.”
“Right… Sure,” she nodded, as though the exact term was inconsequential.
“Where’s Madison?” I asked, in an obvious attempt to change the topic.
Peter and Mom exchanged a smile, and it left a warm feeling in my chest. She had fit seamlessly into our lives. She and Peter seemed to have their own language sometimes. If I hadn’t been so grateful that Mom was back, I might have been a little jealous at their obvious bond. But that probably had to do with the fact that she was living temporarily with Madison and Peter.
“She’s in the kitchen,” Peter replied. “Getting dinner ready.”
“You didn’t cook today?” I asked.
“We cooked together actually,” he replied. “I’m teaching Madison a couple of things.”
I laughed. “And, how did that go.”
Mom’s smile was telling, but she looked amused more than anything else. “She’s…not exactly a natural,” Peter conceded. “But she made progress today.”
“She’s determined though,” Mom said.
“She is,” he nodded. “And, I don’t know why. I told her I’m happy to do all the cooking.”
“She wants to be able to cook for her kids,” Mom said.
Peter looked at her abruptly, raising his eyebrows. “What?”
She gave him a secretive smile. “We were talking this morning, Madison and I, and she mentioned that she would like to cook homemade meals for her children.”
“Oh,” Peter said, sounding a little shell-shocked.
“I knew this would happen,” I sighed.
“What would happen?” he asked, turning to me pointedly.
“Alan and Jessica are officially engaged, John and Kami just shacked up together, and you and Madison are practically engaged,” I said. “Obviously she’s thinking of the next step.”
“The next step would be…actually getting married,” Peter pointed out.
“When will that be exactly?” Mom asked, giving Peter a curiously innocent glance.
He looked between us and then he smiled. “She has a promise ring,” he replied. “It’s going to happen… Just…not yet.”
“Why not?” Mom demanded.
“You’re eager,” Peter smiled.
“She’s a lovely girl. You two are perfect for one another and… I would love to see one of my sons walking down the aisle.”
“Then you’ll be disappointed, Mom,” Peter said. “I don’t think Madison and I are the traditional type. It’s more likely that we’ll elope together or something.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said, sounding aghast. “You’d really elope and prevent your family from being there?”
“Why are we even talking about this?” he asked, raising his hands in frustration. “Nothing is happening. This conversation is way too premature!”
I laughed, thrilled with how uncomfortable he looked. “Don’t be so evasive, dear brother,” I said, backing him into a corner. “Answer the question.”
Peter narrowed his eyes at me.
“What?” I asked innocently. “You have the perfect girl; it’s a fair question.”
“Speaking of perfect girls,” Mom said. “Isn’t it about time you tried to find one, too, Sam?”
I glanced at her; surprised at the turn the conversation had taken. Peter laughed at the expression on my face and then he gave me a look that clearly said, “serves you right.”
“Umm… Well… The thing is, Mom…”
“Don’t be evasive, dear brother,” Peter said, throwing my own words back in my face. “Answer the question.
I sighed. “I am so not interested in a relationship. Commitment is all well and good for you and Alan and JJ, but I’m not cut from that cloth.”
“Meaning?” she asked.
“I’m not the settling down type, Mom,” I said.
To my surprise, she gave me a smile. “Famous last words,” she announced.
“Hardly,” I said quickly. “I just want to play the field.”
“He’s young,” Madison said, as she appeared at the front door. It was obvious she had caught the last bit of our conversation. “Give it time.”
“Hi, Mads,” I greeted. “These two are bullying me into finding a girlfriend.”
“I don’t blame them,” she said. “A steady girlfriend would do you a world of good, I think.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are all conspiring against me.”
Madison laughed and the braids in her hair danced a little. I had to hand it to my brothers – they knew how to pick ‘em. Madison was easy to get along with, kind, thoughtful, and very pretty.
“I’m sure the meal we’ve prepared will make it up to you,” she said.
“Mmm, that just might do the trick.” I nodded as we paraded inside for dinner.
I spent a couple of hours with the family, exchanging stories and just having fun. Afterwards, I headed over to Jackson’s bar, which he had chosen to name “Jackson’s Bar.” It wasn’t the most original name, but it was easy to remember.
The place was in full swing when I walked in. I scanned the room and instantly a few different girls caught my eye. I headed to the bar first to get myself a drink just as Jackson materialized on my right.
“Hi, man,” he greeted. “You made it.”
“Course I made it,” I replied. “Free booze and hot girls… Why on earth would I be a no show?”
“Good point,” he nodded. “See anything you like?”
“I see everything I like,” I said, surveying the room.
“Well, go crazy, man,” he said.
I finished my drink and headed towards the tiny dance floor. It was small enough that everyone was wedged in together, which provided the perfect excuse to make conversation. The girl I ended up dancing with was the one I had noticed as I had arrived. She was slim, but still voluptuous, and that suited me just fine. I liked something to grab on to.
She had long blonde hair and a skin-tight dress that put her nipples on full display. She ended up grinding against me on the dance floor, making an obvious invitation. We spent a good ten minutes making out on the dance floor with my hands on her ass. She was the one who made the first move, though.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said, whispering into my ear.
I passed Jackson on the way out of the bar and gave him a suggestive wink. He laughed out loud and gave me a thumbs up. I gave silent thanks to my new pick up truck and its spacious backseat.