Bad Son Rising (23 page)

“That is such a bullshit excuse,” she tossed her hair. “If you loved me, you should’ve come after me. But you’re just more than happy not to have me in your life, aren’t you? So that means you do not love me and were again just feeding me a line.” She stopped, taking stock of the situation, “And now I’m making a fool of myself coming to you. I never should’ve come…” Her face said that her knee jerk anger response to come confront him was probably a useless, futile strategy. She started to stand.

With a quick reflex action, he caught her hand and pulled her back down to the couch. “You’re right. I should have come for you. It’s all I’ve thought about all week. You’re all I’ve thought about all week. But I was still willing to let you go… again. All I could see was you with a fellow doctor from Yale. The perfect couple and you deserve perfect, Lils. You deserve a perfect life. That’s what I want for you. And I am imperfect. I’m as imperfect as they get. I excel at being a fuck-up. And you’re going to be a doctor. You can’t have someone like me in your life.”

“What the hell does that mean, Zac? Imperfect? Someone like you?” There was anger in her impatience.

“Oh come on, where do I begin with that? You know some of my history and what you don’t know makes what you do know look tame. Getting kicked out of college for running illegal businesses doesn’t even scratch the surface of the shit I’ve done. On top of that, I suck at relationships, Lil. I’ve never had one,” he nodded, seeing her surprised look, “you were my first relationship and look how that ended up.”

“You are so full of shit, Zac. You’ve been involved with a gazillion women. And our relationship ended up the way it did because of extreme circumstances that we did not cause.”

Shaking his head, no, “I’ve had sex with a lot of women,” he watched the pain streak through her eyes like a bolt of summer lightning over the ocean, “but I haven’t had relationships. I’ve never had what you and I had. I didn’t know there was a difference between sex and intimacy until you and I were together. And trust me, that was a fucking epiphany. I didn’t know what it was like to want to make someone else happy, because I’ve never wanted to make someone happy. I never cared enough to. I never gave a shit. I wanted to use them the way they used me. That’s not someone you belong with, Lily. I’m a total douche with women. That’s who I am. And I’m damn good at it.”

“Were you using me?” her voice was little more than a whisper.

He shook his head no, unable to speak.

He had to get her out of there. Her future was so bright — a doctor not in it for the money or the lifestyle. She’d be living in shacks throughout the world caring for the lost and disenfranchised. She. Did.
Not.
Belong. With. Him.

“Zac, we were perfect together.”

Again, he shook his head no. The shock and hurt on her face slashed at his soul. She sucked in her bottom lip in an attempt to stop it from trembling.

Clearing his throat, “We weren’t perfect together, Lily. We were just two privileged American kids playing at being saviors in the developing world. We concocted a romantic story, but we were far from being the perfect leads.”

“Make up your fucking mind,” her voice was rife with exasperation, “did you love me or not love me?”

“I loved you. But that does not make us good for each other.”

Lily’s palms were flat on her jean clad thighs. Studying them intently, she remained quiet for the first time, her shoulders sinking in defeat.

Every fiber in Zac’s being was screaming at him in a fevered pitch to take her in his arms and not let go, to break the cycle of damage and pain and attempt to enter a world of healthy, nurturing relationships. Fighting the force that was propelling him toward her, he repeated the mantra in his head, “She deserves better. Let her go.”

With a sigh, she finally spoke, “Well I’ve made fool enough of myself for one day. Or in our case, a couple of years. I’m not the kind of girl to beg. You of all people should know that. I just thought we had something worth saving. I’m big enough to admit when I’m wrong.”

Standing, she turned to look at him, pain and resignation in her eyes. A dream had clearly died. He could see that she had carried the same fantasy he had, and a chunk of his black heart beat fiercely for a moment, a final rally before it ceased and withered.

He needed her out of there now. Gone. He needed her with him forever. Stay.

“I love you. Find your dreams,” he wanted to say.

Liliana shook her head in disbelief. She looked as broken as he felt and he hated himself even more for hurting her once again.

Rising to his feet, he looked down at the petite girl, “Goodbye, Lils.”

He knew she was beyond words. Words would incite tears and she had too much dignity to cry in front of him. With a nod of her head, she crossed the loft to the elevator. Pressing the button, he thought she was probably thanking God silently that the elevator car was still there, and that she didn’t have to wait. Stepping in, she pressed the lobby button and turned to face Zac as the doors slowly closed, separating them. As the elevator clanked closed, the pain radiating between them was palpable as an unknown shared dream died, its energy dissipating into the air, as lost and disoriented as they both were.

He walked to the closed elevator door and looked at it, at the space where she had just stood. Lily. His Lily. She wanted to be his Lily. That’s what she wanted. The woman he wanted to give everything. The woman he wanted to make happy. And here he was, not giving her the one thing she wanted. Not making her happy.

He had failed her. She had given him the chance. He knew how far out of her comfort zone she had stepped to give him that opportunity and he’d refused to meet her halfway. He leaned his head against the elevator door and closed his eyes.

Three times was enough.

Turning and racing across the apartment to the fire door, he rammed it open with his shoulder and flew down the steps, three at a time, rounding floor after floor. At the bottom, he rammed through another door, entering the white columned lobby of the old building.

She was just exiting the front door, the swish of her shiny hair following obediently.

“Lils,” he yelled out.

Stopping in her tracks, halfway out the door, she turned to face him. With long legged strides, he crossed the lobby and without waiting for a reaction or invitation, Zac crushed her to his chest.

“Don’t go,” he whispered into her hair, “please don’t go.”

They stood swaying, silently. With his cheek buried in the silken strands of her hair, he began to purge, “I do love you, Lils. But I am an ass. A total douche. I am fucked up, selfish and I can’t stay out of trouble. I’m afraid I’ll ruin your life. I ruin everything. I don’t know how to be part of a relationship, I just know how to use people, how to con people and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Feeling the staccato movements brought on by her tears, he held her tighter. “Shhhh,” his lips grazed her hair.

Looking up at him, tears streaking her cheeks. “You saved my life. You think that was selfish? You put yourself in extreme danger to save me and two kids and you think that is selfish? I don’t know anybody who would do that. And you conning people? You used your wits to get us out of an impossible situation. And then I watched you get shot, Zac. I felt those bullets pierce your body. I felt it. I felt that pain. Three people had to hold me back from running to you. And I was so afraid I’d lost you. That you died saving me. Then I lost you again when you told me we were just a lie. And then last week, you let me walk away. You let me walk away, Zac. And again today. I can’t keep losing you. I just can’t keep losing you.” She buried her face back in his chest to muffle her sobs.

Leading her to a bench at the far end of the lobby, they sat down, his arms still wrapped around her. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Then don’t let me walk away.” She searched his blue eyes.

“Do you know what you’re signing on for?”

The first smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she nodded.

“And you still want to be with me?” Cupping her cheek with his hand, “And you’re the smart one, huh,” he teased.

“Here’s what I need,” Lily began.

He was relieved that she was spelling it out for him.

“I need you to be true to me.”

“You can’t even imagine how easy that will be. I can do that,” he sighed with relief.

“Can you?” she challenged. “Gorgeous women throw themselves at you all the time. Can you resist that? Can you really be true to me?”

“That is the easiest thing you will ever ask of me, Lils. I don’t want anyone else. Other women are to make me forget that I don’t have you. You are the only one I’ve ever needed. Ever wanted. There is no one else. Trust me, there won’t be anyone else. No one could ever be you.”

“I need you to stop deciding what is best for me. I decide what is best for me. Or we decide what is best for us. Can you do that?” She was dead serious.

“That’s going to be a bit harder.” He watched her eyes narrow, “I’ll try, but I can’t promise. Lils, if there’s something that I know is best for you or I need to protect you, I’m going to do it. And you’re not always going to like it. But just know I’ve always got your best interests at heart.” Running his hand down her silken hair, he pulled her into him, “Here’s what I will promise. I will be true to you. Always. I will put you first. Always. I will try really hard to work on being in a relationship and making it successful,” he paused, “and I will try to always be the guy you deserve.”

The minute the last sentence was out of his mouth he knew that was the game changer. He had just committed to being a new Zac. A Zac that was worthy of being Liliana Castillo’s boyfriend. A Zac that maybe would someday be Dr. Liliana Castillo’s husband, the civil engineer.

Lily pulled her head away and was staring at some indeterminate point on Zac’s blue and white striped button down shirt.

“What day is your graduation?” her mind was spinning a million miles an hour, as emotions sped across her face.

Smiling at her non sequitur, “The fifteenth.” He had made up the time with a double class load and she had lost the time, and now they were graduating at the same time. He suspected her extended absence from Yale, when she got back from Africa, had everything to do with him. And he felt guilty and shitty that he had stood in the way of her attaining her goals.

“Good,” she nodded, “I’d like to be there. I graduate the next weekend. On the twenty-second. Will you come?”

Taking her face in both hands, he softly kissed her lips, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Lils.” He could already feel the pride swelling in his heart that his girlfriend, yes, his girlfriend, was graduating from Yale. He wasn’t kidding when he told Colby Phillips that he and Lily were nowhere near done. That was a fucking understatement.

As he sat memorizing every nuance of her face, committing it to memory, the realization hit, he didn’t need to commit it to memory. She wasn’t going anywhere. He and Lily were going to be together. In this oh-so-odd turn of events, they were getting a second chance, starting by sharing the ending celebrations of an old phase of their lives with her graduation from Yale and his from City College of New York.

They were together. If she hadn’t been sitting there, he never would have believed it.

With his fingers woven through her hair, he tipped her head back, his lips crushing down upon hers, not softly this time. This kiss was deep and emotional. He was taking back everything that had been savagely ripped away from him in the wilds of the Congo. He was hell bent on reclaiming the happiness he felt with Lily in his arms.

The nightmare that began in a blue shack, the very same shack where they’d first held one another, the place each uttered the words “I love you” for the very first time, and made and discovered love, was finally over. Insurgents were not going to rip them from one another’s arms again, he wasn’t sending her away for safety or because he thought she deserved better.

The nightmare that had robbed nearly two years of their lives was over and the dream was now theirs to recover.

“Well this is a sight for sore eyes,” Schooner Moore had entered the lobby of the building, and with the same long-legged stride as his son, quickly crossed the lobby to Zac and Lily.

As Lily stood, Schooner wrapped her in a bear hug, “It’s good to see you, Lily. Your dad told me the great news, we are all so proud of you.”

Great news? Zac wondered if his dad was referring to Lily graduating from Yale.

“Johns Hopkins,” Schooner continued, “well, it really doesn’t get a whole lot better than that for med school, does it? Has Zac told you his news?”

Lily looked at Zac questioningly, but a proud Schooner continued, “Zac was accepted into the engineering master’s program at UC Berkeley.”

Zac watched the light dim in Lily’s eyes as the realization struck that she’d be in Maryland for medical school and he’d be in northern California for grad school. He reached out and gave her hand a squeeze, telling her with his eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go. You just heard me commit. We’ll figure this out.”

As the three walked across the lobby toward the elevator, Zac whispered into Lily’s ear, “If you had plans for the summer, cancel them.”

She looked up at him and he nodded, “I’m not kidding,” he said into her hair. “We’re not spending a single moment apart. Once finals are done, I’m not letting you out of my arms. You understand?”

Smiling, Lily nodded.

Taking Zac’s hand, she guided his fingers into the front pocket of her jeans.

His brows knit as his fingertips hit something solid. Running his fingers over the raised symbols, he couldn’t help but smile, as he moved the ring from her pocket to his.

Zac Moore was on the right track to make his one and only relationship a success.