Summer Breeze (32 page)

“I am,” Natalie blubbered into Bella’s neck. “I am the artist.”

“All right, everyone!” Josh bellowed. “Time for a celebration dinner. My treat.”

“Oh, Josh, that’s not necessary,” Bella hastily insisted.

“I know that,” Josh said. “But, Bella, I’m feeling very expansive tonight.”

They drove in various cars to Judie’s in Amherst, a noisy, crowded restaurant, a place to be seen, and as Bella and her group followed the waitress to their table, she noticed how heads turned to stare at her and her friends. She felt high on the success of the evening, sleek in her black dress, tall in her high heels. She felt dazzling, charismatic, mysterious.

They were all
starving
. They ordered everything—fried shrimp tempura, sweet potato sun spot fries, nachos, drunken scallops and bacon, steak and mushroom risotto, seafood gumbo, lobster ravioli, lots of Caesar salads. They shared it all, exchanging plates, eating from one another’s forks, crying “You’ve got to try this!” The men drank beer, and the women drank sparkling water, all of them confessing they’d already had enough champagne at the opening.

The table was long and rectangular, and after she’d eaten enough to quiet her hunger, Bella noticed how the group had spontaneously arranged itself into pairs. Aaron and Bella sat on one side, Josh at the end, on Bella’s right. Morgan sat at the other end of the table, chatting with Ben. Ben and Natalie sat across from Aaron and Bella, and so it would have been symmetrical, except that Slade made seven, and he was squeezed in next to his sister.

“Oh, Slade,” Bella leaned forward, raising her voice to be heard in the crowd. “Thank you for your help tonight.”

Slade’s face gave away nothing. “Welcome. Glad to help.”

“You sold several pieces of Penny’s jewelry, right?” Bella asked.

Slade nodded. “The only one who didn’t sell anything tonight is Shauna.”

“Her pieces are unusual,” Morgan commented.

“Her pieces are
weird
,” Josh added.

Slade had seemed aloof, even cold, but the business talk drew him out. “Oh, and the rugs,” Slade added. “No one bought a rug.”

“No one could
see
the rugs,” Bella pointed out.

Natalie laughed triumphantly. “Too many people standing on them!”

More seriously, Slade agreed. “True. I have a suggestion. We do this at Ralston’s. We hang one of the smaller rugs on the wall, like the work of art it is. That draws attention to it and leads into a discussion of the ones on the floor.”

Bella nodded. “Good idea.” She filed the idea in one of the buzzing corners of her overwhelmed brain. Suddenly her feet, trapped in the four-inch heels, hurt like crazy. She yawned. “I’m whipped.”

Aaron patted her knee. “You deserve to be. It was intense.”

“It was
fabulous
,” Natalie crowed. “It was
magnificent
!”

Just like that, the evening was over. Their plates were empty. Their glasses had been drained. Conversation faltered. Bella’s yawn was contagious.

Only Josh remained effervescent as he called for the bill and whipped out his credit card with a proud flourish. “Anyone up for a swim?” he dared.

Bella groaned, hand on her stomach. “I’m so full, I’d sink straight to the bottom.”

Natalie stretched and confessed lazily, “And I’d just drown.”

Next to her, Ben said quietly, “No, you wouldn’t.”

Bella saw how Natalie and Ben looked at each other.
Well, well
, she thought.

The group rose from the table and filed out of the restaurant, nodding at the waitress and hostess, and then they were out in the night.

Aaron had his arm draped lightly over Bella’s shoulder. “My apartment?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she agreed, “but only because it’s closer and I’ll be able to fall asleep faster.”

Aaron laughed. Taking her hand, he led Bella toward his car. They waved at all the others splitting off in different directions to their cars, and it was only through a haze of exhaustion that Bella heard the roar of Slade’s motorcycle as it peeled off into the dark.

21

D
uring the meal, Natalie paid special attention to the way Ben interacted with the others at the table. He followed the topics of conversation, and while he seldom spoke, what he’d said was appropriate to the subject. He listened, he participated, he was
there
. So it wasn’t that he couldn’t do it. Never once did he talk about his chemical experiments, and even though he was next to Morgan, who sat at the end of the table, he didn’t go into a huddle with her about science.

As the party ended and they filed out of the restaurant, Natalie woozily attempted to recall the conversation with Morgan when Morgan said she’d had lunch with Ben—
had
that been exactly what she said?

More kisses from Morgan and Bella, lots of calls of “Good-bye!” and Natalie headed for her aunt’s silver car.

A tall figure loomed up beside her. “Could I catch a ride?”

Natalie looked at Ben. Light and laughter spilled out of the restaurant onto the sidewalk. Bella and Aaron had waved good-bye, and Slade had roared away on his motorcycle. Morgan and Josh were just down the street, on the way to their car.

“Don’t you have your car?” Natalie asked.

“I rode in with Morgan and Josh. But I don’t want to go home with them.”

His words carried an ambiguity that cut straight through the fog of her adrenaline- and alcohol-fired evening. And she couldn’t forget
how, just minutes before in the restaurant, when she said she’d drown if she tried to swim, Ben had looked at her and said, “No, you wouldn’t.” Something had passed between them again, intimate and connecting.

“Sure, you can ride back with me.” Natalie wanted to touch the man, lean against him, hear his heart beat, hold his hand.
So do it
, something told her, and she reached out and took Ben’s hand. “Come on. The car’s this way.”

He loped quietly along beside her. His hand was much bigger than hers, and cooler. How could it be cooler? Her own body was steaming, and it wasn’t just the heat and humidity of the summer evening.

“I’m so hot.” She sighed. She hoped her palm wasn’t damp with sweat.

“Thermogenesis,” Ben said.

“Oh, of course,” she snorted.

“Heat production by the body. Digestion is one source, and we’ve just had a huge meal.”

“I don’t know how much I ate. I’m afraid I had more alcohol tonight than food.”

“Hormones also increase the body’s temperature,” Ben told her.

They’d arrived at the Range Rover. Natalie paused next to Ben. He was so tall.

“I had only one drink at the restaurant,” Ben told her. “I hate feeling drunk.”

“Oh, all right, then. Would you like to drive?” she asked. Swaying slightly, she said teasingly, “Or are your
hormones
increasing
your
body temperature?”

Ben said, very seriously, looking her in the eye, “Actually, they are.”

She almost swooned.

“But the air-conditioning in the car should help,” he added.

She rolled her eyes. He was hopeless. “Could you
be
more romantic?” She handed him the keys and started to open the passenger door.

“Yes, I think I could.” Ben’s voice was low and husky.

He took her in his arms, bent down, and kissed her. Natalie reached her arms up to wrap around him, pulling him closer. His mouth tasted salty but fresh, like ocean water. She dreaded to think what her own mouth tasted like—champagne and, oh, what was that drink they all had tried?

Ben drew back. Keeping hold of her with both arms, he said lightly, “Do you realize you’re sagging?”

“I’m
sagging
?” Immediately, she thought of breasts. Hers were fine!

“I think you’re tired,” he told her. “Let’s get you home.”

Ben opened the passenger door and helped her slide in. He walked around to the driver’s side and got in.

Ben steered the car away from the curb and out through the streets. Natalie focused on her interior, body and mind. So much was happening there. She wasn’t really
drunk
, not sick-to-her-stomach throwing-up drunk like she got when she was younger. She’d had plenty of water throughout the evening, a sensible trick she’d learned long ago. She was stuffed with food, and she was tingling all over from Ben’s kiss, but something else was fighting to reach the surface of her consciousness—

“Ben!” She turned toward him. “Ben, I sold two pieces tonight! The charcoal of Aaron and an abstract. Good grief, I made a ton of money! Well,
Bella’s
gets forty percent, of course, but still I made more money tonight than I’ve ever dreamed I’d make from my art. And they liked the works, Ben, they
liked
them.”

Ben glanced at her with affectionate tolerance. “Of course they
liked
them. They bought them.”

“Yes, but … they weren’t
friends
. Bella’s doesn’t have any reputation yet, so they weren’t showing off, they can’t say casually to their other rich friends,
Oh yes, I got it at Sotheby’s
. Wait, I’m not trying to insult your sister. Obviously she’s going to have a super reputation; look at the success of her opening!”

“You’re babbling,” Ben said, and he sounded happy.

“I know. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” They left the lights of the town streets and wound along the dark country road toward the lake.

“Well, since you hardly talk, this way we can have a conversation and both of us can be comfortable.”

Ben laughed out loud. Reaching across, he took her hand. “I think, in your own bizarre way, you’ve hit on something.”

At home, Ben parked in the driveway, then came around and helped Natalie out of the car.

“I’m not drunk,” she insisted.

“I’m not saying you are.” He held her elbow as he ushered her up the walk to the front door. He still had the keys, so he opened the door.

He stepped inside with her.

“I think I’ll sleep here tonight,” he told her, looking down at her.

Heaven forgive her, she almost batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you going to take advantage of me?”

“Actually, no. I’m not a college kid, Natalie.”

“But …”

“I just think it would be nice to sleep with you.”

She bit her lip. How could anyone ever be this happy? “Because you don’t want to drive all the way back to your apartment in Amherst?”

“Natalie, I could simply walk next door and sleep in my old room,” he reminded her. “No, I meant what I said. I only want to sleep with you.”

“I don’t know if I’m complimented or not,” she worried.

“You’ll find out in the morning.”

Once again, he took her hand. They climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom. It was almost two a.m. The air-conditioning had kept the house pleasantly dry and cool, and the queen bed stretched before her like the very definition of softness.

“Oh,” she said. “I’m so tired, but I might be too excited to sleep.”

Ben had slipped off his khakis and was unbuttoning his shirt. “You’ll sleep.” He unzipped her black dress.

She let it fall to the floor. “You’ve seen me in my bikini,” she rationalized blurrily. “That’s like seeing me in my underwear.”

“Yes, Natalie, that’s true. And vice versa.” He removed his shirt and tie.

She sank onto the bed and eased her feet out of her high heels. The pleasure was exquisite. “Ben,” she said, “people actually liked my work!”

He said, “I know. You’re an amazing artist.” He went around the bed, climbed onto it, took hold of her shoulders, and pulled her back down so her head rested on the pillow. They stretched out together on top of the light cotton quilt, two people in their underwear, too tired to make love, but two people together, like an old married couple.

“Ben,” Natalie murmured.

“Natalie,” he answered.

They fell asleep.

Sun splashed across the room, spotlighting itself right on Natalie’s eyes. She raised her lids slightly, expecting the stab of hangover pain, only to discover she didn’t feel bad at all. She thought:
Last night I sold two pieces! I made over seventeen thousand dollars!

A man snored. Turning her head, she saw Ben sleeping soundly beside her. Carefully, she raised herself up on one elbow and surveyed his body. He was perfection. She wanted to draw him. She’d ask him to sit for her; he would be her next charcoal, but would she be able to sell it? Which angle should she draw him from? From the side, the high barrel of his ribs rose, concealing his private heart, then his skin slid tautly down to his flat belly. A trail of hair led beneath the band of his briefs.

His legs were very long. His torso was long also. His feet were bony and enormous. What if she drew him straight-on? The whole person—head, shoulders, torso, pelvis, legs …

Sitting up, she cocked her head and considered. The sun illuminated every aspect of his body. She scooted to the bottom of the bed and tilted over his feet, studying him from this angle.

He opened his eyes. “Um, hello?”

Natalie jumped. “Oh!”

“I don’t even want to imagine what you’re doing.” He stretched, his long bones elegant.