Chapter Three
Aiden
For the first time in days, I woke up in my own bed instead of on the sofa; even better than that, I had managed to make it under a blanket. I pushed the covers off of me and sat up noticing the beer bottles that had collected on my bedside table. Mattie hadn’t made her way into my private room, and for that I was thankful. She wasn’t going to be happy with me when she saw how much laundry had piled up.
Over the past year, I had discovered that I only needed so many shirts and pants, socks and underwear for this type of existence, and my effort to keep them clean had been the only chore I’d kept consistently. I wasn’t a total slob, even if I lived like one for the most part.
Sure my house was a mess, but that’s because one night I’d had a party and never cleaned up, so the mess had only been around for a good solid six months. The party had been a fluke, and I didn’t know any of the people that showed up. I’d woken up naked with three women in my bed, and that’s about all I remembered. Once they all left, I’d thrown out the food they had lying around, showered, and got on my bike to go to the bar.
And since other than showering daily and keeping my clothes and linens washed, I didn’t do anything else. Every meal was bought, and though I’d kept a pretty healthy diet, I’d stopped going to the gym.
I stripped off my clothes, walked naked to the bathroom, and turned on the water. While it got hot, I stood at the sink and brushed my teeth, wondering how long I was going to let my beard get.
My cell phone rang, and I walked back to my room to see that it was Layne Connor, my dad’s business partner at the law office. I ignored the call because I’d heard enough of his trying to get me on board at the firm. I didn’t care if my name was already on the letterhead, door, and the sign out front: I wasn’t much of a defender. I’d spent my time in law school hoping to be a prosecuting attorney, and since my parents’ death, I’d lost interest in it as much as I’d lost interest in seeing my face in the mirror.
I brought the phone with me into the steamy bathroom and left it on the counter as I stepped under the spray.
After washing up, I stepped out to find that Layne had called again, but I wasn’t in the mood. I hadn’t had enough alcohol in me to deal with his shit, so I wrapped a towel around me and went to my closet. I grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of jeans and got ready to go downstairs where my beer waited.
In the fridge, I found the pot of chicken soup, which had always been my favorite growing up. No one made it like Mattie, but I found myself not wanting to eat anything. Another glance had me cursing. She’s thrown out my beer and left fresh vegetables and some of my favorite power bars in its place. Everything else was gone.
I closed the door and took the keys out of my pocket, but remembered my bike was at the bar. I’d have to take my old truck, which was my other standby. It wasn’t my favorite vehicle to drive, but at least I’d get my bike back safe and sound.
I headed out to the bar, and before I got there, Layne had called again. I knew if I didn’t answer him soon, he’d come looking for me, especially since he’d never called so much in a day before. I decided to let him wait a while longer and went into the bar and took my favorite stool.
“There’s the man. How’s it going?” Smitty, the old man who sat on the opposite end of the bar from me and spent more stool time there than I could handle, always had a greeting for me if nothing else.
“Hey there, Smitty.”
“Starting a bit early today, aren’t you?” Glen came out from the back with a confused look on his face. “Your bike is in the back. I figured you’d be around later, but damn.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure I can handle what’s coming without a beer and apparently my maid threw out my beer.” I clapped my palm against the bar and Glen went over to pour me one.
He placed it down in front of me and then went to tend to Smitty’s request. “So, what’s coming?” Glen took Smitty’s glass and poured him another.
“I’m not sure. It’s Dad’s partner, Layne. He keeps calling me.” I took out my phone and glanced at it. I had a few missed calls from random women and then about ten from Layne throughout the morning.
Glen tossed his rag over his shoulder and stepped up in front of me. “Why haven’t you answered your phone? It seems important.”
“The last time I answered my phone when it was important, it was the police telling me that my entire family had died. I doubt it can be more important than that.”
“What else have you got to do all day?” He wiped the bar and cut me an accusing glance.
“Ouch, that’s harsh, friend. I do plenty. I’m even thinking of going back to the gym.” Smitty laughed at something on the TV over the bar and Glen turned it up.
He walked back around to me as a few more patrons arrived. “You mean you stopped?” He regarded my build and shook his head.
“Yeah, I haven’t been in some time now. I guess I miss it.” I missed plenty.
“I think you should do something other than sit on that stool and pound beers. Not that I don’t want your money, but I’m working overtime with that bike of yours hanging around. You showing up here early is a bad sign, one I’ve seen before.”
“Well, to show you I don’t have as big of a problem as you think, I’ll leave after this one, and after I get my bike loaded, I think I will head over to the gym. My membership is still good, and I think there’s a woman or two missing me.” I glanced at my phone again, certain that one of my missed calls was a woman I’d met at the gym. If I wasn’t right, then that would be an awkward reunion.
“I’ll keep your seat open for you.” He winked and tended to the other customers.
I turned up the last of my beer and then pushed the glass forward on the bar. I walked to the back and found my bike waiting safe and sound. Good ol’ Glen. I couldn’t blame him for being bothered; he’d taken care of moving my bike to the back so many times that I should be paying him for the extra service. I pulled the ramp down on my truck bed, and Glen came out to help.
“You know, you could just start parking back here, then I wouldn’t have to move her.” He helped me heave the thing up into the truck, and I thought how I needed a trailer.
“I’ll try to remember that. I wouldn’t want to stop drinking and put you and Scott Uber out of business.”
“Scott Uber, clever.” He folded his arms as I moved the ramp back into place and secured my straps. “You know, friend to friend, I really think you need to take that call. I’ve got a bad feeling.”
“So do I, but I don’t feel like dealing with it. I’m going to go get lost for a few hours, and I’ll be back around later.”
“I don’t understand you, man. I’ve been to your place, I’ve seen what you have; do you even give a damn anymore?”
“It’s just a house, might as well be like any other.”
“It’s not like any other, and you’re not some average Joe. You’re a wealthy man who’s slumming it eight days a week. Not that I hate your company, but you’ve got responsibilities.”
“Have you been talking to a woman named Mattie?” I chuckled, but Glen wasn’t laughing.
“You’re bound to have gone to college; why aren’t you working? You’ve got a huge estate that’s going to shit. I’ve seen that place in its glory, and it’s going down fast. I don’t want to be the guy that tells you how to live your life-”
“Then don’t.” I kept a smile only to let him know I wasn’t angry, but I wished he’d mind his own business. I had a lot of responsibility, and it had all been dumped on me at once along with the fact that I didn’t have my parents and my sister.
“I’m just trying to understand. Most people would kill for what you do have left.”
Glen had earned a deeper look into my life, so I leaned against the truck to stay grounded while I explained. “I wasn’t exactly raised mowing lawns, cleaning house, and cooking, and I can’t stand having an entire staff around giving me pity. So, shortly after the accident, I let the staff go, paid off the ones who deserved retirement, and have been dealing with things alone. I haven’t answered those calls because I’m afraid he’s either got more bad news, which I don’t want to deal with, or he’s trying to get me to come to work for the firm.”
“So you really are a lawyer?” His eyes widened, and he gave me a sideward glance as if tilting his head would put everything into perspective.
“Yes, but that’s the last thing my father and I disagreed on. He wanted me to come into the firm as defense, but I preferred prosecution. He didn’t get my argument, and so I was going to go into practice on my own, away from his firm. You can imagine how well that went over.” I remembered how angry my father had been. He’d never understood why I didn’t want to fall right into what he had made for me.
“Well, now is your chance to do your own thing. The only person holding you back is you. I’ll serve you beers any time you want, but this will always be here. You should really think about straightening up a bit and dealing with what you’ve been left with. It doesn’t have to be so bad.”
I knew he was right, but as the phone vibrated in my pocket, I decided to leave it and Glen where they were. “I’ll see you later, man. Keep that stool open.”
I got into the truck and drove out to the house to return the bike. As I passed by the place to get to the long drive, I got a good look at the grass and other overgrowth. A storm had knocked down one of the oaks, uprooting the mound of earth beneath it, but I hadn’t done anything about it.
Maybe it was time to do something more. I could hire a few people to help out. Get the home back in shape over the next month or so and then keep them around for general upkeep, but part of me felt guilty that I didn’t want the same staff as before.
Maybe a fresh start is what I needed, but I knew it wasn’t happening anytime soon. I had already made up my mind to go down to the gym and see how much it had changed. That was much easier than dealing with how much I had.