Summer Breeze (25 page)

“True,” Bella admitted.

“Brady wants to apply to Stanford for college,” Dennis added.

Bella echoed, “Brady wants to go to California? What next? Ben, are
you
moving to Mars?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Bella, I’m staying right in my apartment in Amherst.”

“So,” Dennis concluded, “that’s our news.”

“These changes are enormous,” Bella told her father, her voice soft. Sitting so near him, she noticed how the laugh lines around his eyes had deepened, how thin and gray his hair had grown … and were those age spots on his hand? The world was shifting beneath her feet. She could almost feel it.

Her father patted her arm. “I’ll teach this coming year. I’ve talked to the principal. I’m giving a year’s notice. They’re eager to get rid of me anyway, get some new young blood at lower salaries.”

“So nothing,” Louise repeated, “is really going to happen for a year.”

Dennis looked at his older son. “How do you feel about all this, Ben?”

Ben shrugged. “Me? I’m fine with it.”

“Me, too.” Bella forced herself to be happy for her parents. Well, she
was
happy for them. “I’m glad you guys are going to see the country. You’ll have a blast.”

Dennis kissed Bella’s forehead. “Thanks, Bell.” He stood up. “Back to the Red Sox. If they don’t win this game, they’ll be down to fourth place.”

Aaron stood up, too. “Bella. Want to go for a ride?”

She didn’t know what she wanted to do right now. “Sure,” she agreed, numb.

Aaron said a polite good night to everyone. Bella went out the door and climbed into the passenger seat of his car. Aaron got in the driver’s seat. For a moment they sat in silence, allowing the steamy night air to fill their lungs. In the distance, a bird called.

“A lot of developments in one day,” Aaron said quietly.

“Aaron, I’m changing, too. I mean … well, I don’t know how
to express it, but I want—I
need
—to give Bella’s a chance.” She drew her hands through her hair. “Could I be more inarticulate?”

Aaron was silent for a few moments. “I was hoping you’d fly out to San Francisco with me. So I could show you around.”

“Aaron, I love it
here
.” She spoke to him, but they were both facing forward, as if talking to the windshield.

“And you love me.”

She lifted her chin. “And you love me.”

Aaron turned and took Bella in his arms. His eyes glittered in the ambient light falling from the houses around them. “I do love you, Bella. That’s why I want you to come to San Francisco with me. If I get the offer.”

“But if you love me, why can’t
I
say the same thing? That’s why I want you to stay here with me,” she countered, her voice reasonable.

Aaron chuckled. “Honey. You can’t equate Barnaby’s Barn with one of the most distinguished architectural firms in one of the most glamorous cities in the world.”

“It won’t be Barnaby’s Barn,” Bella reminded him.

“Whatever it’s called, it’s hardly going to make enough money to support us, is it? Not to mention the children we want to have.”

He was right. Glumly, she nodded agreement.

“Winston Churchill said, ‘We shape our buildings, and afterwards, our buildings shape us.’ ” Aaron said.

“What?” Bella’s fighting spirit was up again. “What does that even
mean
?”

“Come on, Bella, think of cathedrals. Courthouses. The buildings in Washington, DC. Think of corporate headquarters touching the sky.”

“And compare them to the Barn, is that what you’re saying? That your work is so much more
significant
than mine would be if I ran Bella’s.”

“Bella, I love you. I want to marry you. I want to have children with you. I want you to be my wife. I know you’ve got a talent for putting together antiques and art. You’d go wild about the shops in
San Francisco. You could set up your own shop.” Aaron sighed. “I just don’t get what your problem is.”

Cruelly, Bella reminded him, “You may not get the job. There are two other candidates.”

Aaron rubbed his eyes. “Right. Believe me, I think about that constantly.”

“My painting party’s tomorrow,” Bella told him.

“What?”

“The painting party. Everyone’s going to help me freshen up the Barn. Slade and Natalie, Morgan and Josh, ’cause it’s a Sunday and he’s free, Ben and Dad, and Brady, too. And you, remember?”

Clearly Aaron hadn’t remembered. “I didn’t realize it was scheduled for tomorrow. So soon. Bella, why don’t you wait? I mean, why go to all that work when …” He let his sentence trail off.

“I’m going ahead with it,” Bella said. “I’ve made a lot of plans.” Suddenly she wanted to hurt Aaron. “Slade’s staying for a few days. He promised to help Ben and my dad move some furniture into the shop next week after the paint dries.”

“You didn’t tell me this.”

“We just agreed on it by email today,” Bella explained. “Aaron, you can’t be angry with me for discussing the shop with Ben and Slade instead of with you.”

“No. No, I know you’re right about that.” He ran his hands over his face. “You know what? We are in what my grandmother would call a pickle.”

Bella smiled at him, grateful for his attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

“I think we should both just go to bed, get some rest, and see where next week takes us. Perhaps I won’t get the job, and then I’ll have to figure out some new plans for my life. Or perhaps I will get the job, and we can talk about it then. What do you think?”

“I think you’re wonderful, Aaron,” Bella told him.

They kissed for a while, tender, affectionate kisses without a trace of urgency or lust.

Aaron pulled away. “Good night, Bella.”

“Night, Aaron.” She stepped out of his car and went up the walk
to her house. To her parents’ house. She slipped inside and made her way up the stairs, calling good night to everyone in the living room before hurrying into the safety of her own room. She was too tired for any more conversation. She threw herself on her bed. She heard Aaron’s car start up and drive away.

16

M
organ absolutely could not believe it! It was Sunday, and Josh had gone in to work! Furthermore, he’d gotten up before she had and sneaked out of the house like a ferret, leaving her a note on the kitchen table:
Have to work. Sorry
.

“Have to work. Sorry?”

She was so angry she burst into tears. They really had to talk, because this was no way to live. It was summer, it was Sunday, they’d made plans to help Bella paint, taking turns playing with Petey, and then their new gang would get together for beers and burgers afterward—and all of a sudden, without forewarning Morgan, without even having the decency to wake her this morning and talk to her about it or sit down last night and explain it to her, Josh just took off.

She dialed his office phone. He didn’t answer. She dialed his cell. No answer, straight to voice mail. She said,
Josh, you’d better call me!

When her cell trilled, she snatched it up.

“Hey, Morgan, it’s Bella. Ready to paint?”

“I am, but Josh has gone into Bio-Green and I don’t know when he’s coming back.” She knew her voice had taken on a note of self-pity and she tried to sound less pathetic, but she added, “So I don’t know if I can help, because I’ve got Petey, and Petey and paint are a sure recipe for disaster.”

“Can Felicity babysit?”

“I’ll call her,” Morgan said.

“Good. Let me know when you’re ready. You can ride down with me.”

Felicity was thrilled to babysit, but Morgan still felt cranky as she threw on shorts and an old tank top and slammed out of her gorgeous husbandless house.

As they settled in Louise’s SUV, Morgan said, “Don’t even ask me why Josh had to work.”

“Well, too bad for him,” Bella sympathized.

Morgan glared at Bella. “Too bad for
him
? Too bad for me and Petey. We never see him. He’s always working. And why couldn’t he at least have woken me up to tell me he was going in?”

“Perhaps because he knew you’d be angry?” Bella suggested.

Morgan snorted. She felt like Bella was taking Josh’s side.

“Men and their work,” Bella continued, and now her own voice grew thick with discontent. “Aaron really wants to take the job in San Francisco.”

“San Francisco is amazing,” Morgan said quietly.

“So everyone says.” Bella was practically shooting sparks, she was suddenly so fired up. “Why is a big city better than a small town? Why is his dream more important than mine?”

“I didn’t realize Bella’s has been a dream of yours,” Morgan said.

Bella inhaled deeply. “I didn’t realize it either.” She grinned a bit sheepishly. “I’ve been such a good girl, doing what was expected of me all my life, teaching because Dad taught and I admire him, coming home to help Mom when she fell. This shop idea is new to me, too, but, Morgan, it’s so strong, getting stronger every day. It makes me happy thinking about it, and excited.”

Morgan laughed. “You sound like you’re in love.” As they pulled into the parking lot, Morgan suggested, “Why not give yourself a chance to see how it works out? It’s not like there won’t be planes to San Francisco in four months or a year. It’s not like you can’t visit Aaron, and he’ll come back and visit you. Who knows, you might get bored with the shop. But you don’t have to make a huge black-and-white decision now.”

Bella brightened. “You’re right, I know.” Grinning, she added, “Since you put it so well, want to tell Aaron for me?”

“No,” Morgan said, getting out of the car. “I want to
paint
.”

Ben, Louise, Dennis, and Brady arrived with buckets of paint, brushes, rollers, plastic sheets, masking tape, and ladders. They divided up the work: The men would take the outside; the women, the inside.

Natalie showed up with her brother. She slipped inside without talking to the men, and Slade ambled in after her.

“Hey, ladies.” He wore ratty old jeans and an Arcade Fire tee shirt. “Morgan,” he said, coming close to her. “I’ve got something for you in my van.”

“Is it the settee?”

“Would you like it to be the settee?” he teased. His grin was roguish. Slade flirted as he breathed; could he do one without doing the other? He jerked his head toward the door. “Come out and I’ll show you.”

Morgan was aware of how Bella was staring at her, a glint of—could it really be
suspicion
in her sweet blue eyes? “It’s a piece of furniture for our living room!” she called to Bella. “Slade’s emailed me photos, and I’ve been eager to see it. I’ll be right back.” She hoped Bella got the tacit message:
And I’m not going to have sex with Slade because I’m mad at my husband!
Although that was not the most repulsive thought she’d ever had.
… Stop it!
Morgan told herself.
Concentrate
.

She followed Slade out to the van. He keyed the doors open so she could peer inside. The white Victorian settee was protected by sheets of Bubble Wrap and held in place with wide straps.

“It looks perfect,” Morgan said.

“Want to go over now and put it in your house?” Slade asked. “It wouldn’t take long, and then this afternoon when you walk in, it will be in place, you’ll be able to tell how you react to it.”

“I don’t know. We should be painting, helping Bella.” Morgan tilted her head questioningly at Slade. “Shouldn’t we?”

Slade rolled his eyes at her twinge of conscience. “We’ll paint. But let’s move this while we’ve got the energy.” He ran his eyes over Morgan. “I think you and I can do it. We won’t need Josh.”

“Good thing,” Morgan muttered. “Josh isn’t around.”

“Oh?”

“He’s at work.”

“On a Sunday?”

“Don’t ask.” Morgan went around to the passenger side of the van and climbed in.

They drove out of the parking lot just as Aaron was pulling in. “That will make Bella happy,” Morgan said, waving at Aaron.

“What—that Aaron showed up?” Slade didn’t seem particularly interested.

Morgan filled him in on the whole dilemma: Aaron wanting to move to San Francisco, Bella wanting to stay here, how would they decide? Aaron would know this week if he got the job in San Francisco.

“Yeah, marriage,” Slade said. “Cramps your style.”

“It certainly does,” Morgan agreed.

Slade looked over at her. “Cramps
your
style?”

“Slade, I’m trained in biosafety. I know how to handle bacterial and parasitic agents. I’ve written a pamphlet on sewage spills—”

“Whoa!” Slade yelled. “That’s
extreme
. You are completely grossing me out.”

Morgan gave a wicked laugh. “The things I could tell you.”

“Please. Don’t.”

“Who would dream you were so squeamish?”

“Who would dream a babe like you enjoyed sewage spills?”

“Ah,” Morgan bantered. “Now you’re getting sexist. Anyway, I didn’t say I
enjoyed
sewage spills.”

“Come on. You implied as much. Anyway, what do you mean? What
do
you enjoy?”

“The safety aspect of it,” Morgan replied instantly. “I love knowing how to protect people from things they don’t even realize are dangerous. For example, Slade, let’s say there’s a blockage in a dorm toilet. Normal, right? Happens every day. A custodian dealing with
the problem could be exposed, which could lead to something entering his digestive system and causing bacterial disease like salmonellosis and hepatitis A. To start with. He might have symptoms like vomiting, fever, abdominal pain, diarrhea—”