The Fiction of Forever (A Stand By Me Novel Book 2) (22 page)

C
urrent Day

Gunner

S
he’s gone
.

The rumpled sheets and her scent—I swear I smell her hair on my pillow—tell me it wasn’t a dream.

“Kiley?” I hop from the bed and walk naked to the bathroom. Push open the door.

Empty.

The plain white shower curtain is pushed to the side. A towel lays discarded on the floor. The towel I’d used to dry her body and then her hair.

Perspiration bursts onto my forehead and I gulp in a breath.

I search the room for her clothes. A familiar feeling, panic and dread mixed together, hits me like a Molotov cocktail. My sanity thins as I imagine the possibilities of her disappearance from our room.

I convince myself that she’s stepped outside. Maybe she went to my Jeep, not realizing that it will be locked.

Heading to the door, I’m stopped midway by the buzz of my cell phone. I lunge for the nightstand, pressing the button without even confirming it’s her.

But in the way of
déjà vu
, I know. It’s her. People have left me before.

“Gunner?” she says. Her soft voice strokes along my skin.

“Where are you?” I ask, my tone abrupt.

“I…um…”

Silence.

She coughs. “I had to go. Tony gave me a ride. Listen. I think it’s best if we keep our distance right now. For the show. We don’t need all this bad press and I made a mistake by—”

“You made a mistake?” I stalk to the window and pull open the curtain. Blinding sunlight pours into the room, unable to defeat the darkness and anger spilling into my soul.

She called Tony? Did our time together mean so little to her?

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m so sorry. I can’t be with you right now.”

Dejection and anger consume me, prodding the need to protect myself. My gut roils and a burning sensation rises in my throat. I cover my eyes with one hand to shield the sunlight from the window. Inhale deeply to steady myself.

“Don’t be sorry,” I say. “It’s what I wanted. A good time. Thanks, sweetheart. I’m sorry we didn’t have time together this morning. Tell me. How does Tony feel about picking you up from another man’s bed?”

She doesn’t answer. A whimper comes over the line and for a second, I’m positive she’s crying.

I look at the rumpled sheets on the bed. The indention in her pillow. I squeeze my eyes closed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did she run to him?

“I’ll have my assistant contact you.” There’s a long pause and an intake of breath. “He’ll tell you what to do about the last shows,” she says, her voice catching. “Bye, Gunner.”

The call ends.

I should’ve known better.

She came into my life telling me what she expected—the real deal, a relationship.

But I lied to myself and said I didn’t want that.

Turns out, she granted my wish. A good time. Now, it’s too late to tell her I was wrong. I really wanted more.

T
he gym is
about the only place I can get some relief from my tension after Kiley’s disappearing act. I’ve wavered between wanting to beg her to talk to me and never speaking to her again.

“I saw you spent every day for a week with Melanie. That hot tub show must’ve been tough to film.” Aiden stands at the end of the weight bench, towering over me in my reclining position. He’s my personal trainer at the gym.

I roll my eyes at his sarcasm. “Yeah. It’s a real turn-on to sit next to a half-naked woman with a camera crew audience hanging over my head.”

“She seems like a lot of fun.” He adds more weight to my bar.

“She’s nice.” I wish he’d talk about anything else.

“Tomorrow you film the finale, right? Isn’t this show supposed to end in a proposal?”

“Nope. Not for me, it doesn’t. I’m leaving with cash.”

“Heard from Kiley?” Aiden spots me as I pull the bar from its racked position.

“Nope,” I say through a grunt and perform the repetition of the bar with more weight than normal.

“Easy, there. Last one.” Aiden steps up, ready to grab the weight if I’ve overdone it. He watches me a little too closely.

“Quit waiting for me to talk. I don’t need a counseling session.” I blow out air and lift the weight back to the rack.

“I didn’t say a word.”

“You don’t have to.” I curl up and swing my leg over the bench.

“But if you want to, I’m here for you.”

“We’re not a couple of chicks.”

“For all the women in the world, I take offense to that statement.” He marks my reps on his clipboard.

“I thought I’d get away from the third degree by coming here. Dane’s already drilled me. Leo’s sister Josie tried to kick my ass. Then Leo’s girlfriend gives me a piece of her mind and I don’t really even know her. Actually, every woman I pass gives me a dirty look.”

“Isn’t that normal for you?” He chuckles and looks up from the clipboard. “I’ll open up for you after hours if any of the ladies here are giving little Gunny a hard time.”

“Fuck off.”

He grins and signals for me to follow. “Pull ups. Let’s make it twenty-five.”

“You trying to kill me?”

“No. Trying to make you shut up and stop feeling sorry for yourself.”

I grab the bar and pull up to my chin. “So what would you do?”

“Man. You’re still talking. I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

I roll my eyes and let my body down. Then I pull up to the bar. “You don’t know what you’d do, do you?”

“Do you want to date other women?”

I didn’t want him to turn the questions back to me. “Not really.”

Hell no.

“Do you want to see her date someone else?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No, what kind of question is that? You know the answer.” I puff and pull up. Then reverse to the ground.

“Do you want to see her fall in love and have some babies with somebody like me?” He makes eye contact with a curvy redhead who passes us.

I grind my teeth at his comment but don’t respond to his jab. It’s obvious that he’s trying to piss me off.

He rubs his jaw and grins at me. “She’s a beautiful woman. It’s only a matter of time. Maybe I should throw my hat in the ring.”

The muscles in my neck tighten and I mash my lips together. One thing we don’t do—date each other’s exes. Dane, Leo, Aiden, and I know it’s an unspoken rule.

Hands off.

“There’s a reason I should hang out with Leo more. You and Dane both think you’re God’s gift to women.” I pull up and hang there for a minute, enjoying the burn in my biceps.

“All I’m saying is be sure about what you’re throwing away. You’ve been in love with that girl since we were kids.”

“Whoa. Nobody said anything about me being in love.” I drop to my feet. “She’s unpredictable. She broke off with her fiancé weeks before their wedding. She ditched me after Veronica’s wedding so she could be with the show’s producer.”

“And does she realize how you feel about her? I figure this show thing has to be messing with her head. I feel really bad for her.”

“Well, don’t. She and I had some fun. The show ends soon. Life will go back to normal.”

He nods. “I get it. You’re being careful. Maybe she’s not the right one.”

“You sound like her with all this ‘right one’ business.” I grab the gym towel and wipe my neck. “I need to cut it short tonight. I’ll see you later.”

Aiden shakes his head. “Whatever. Take care.”

I grab my gym towel and stalk out of the gym. Halfway to my Jeep, I spot a note tucked underneath the windshield wiper blade. I break into a run.

Unfolding it carefully, I curse at my expectations. Kiley has made it more than clear she doesn’t want to see me. I slam my fist against the Jeep’s door, leaving a shallow dent.

The note from Melanie says she looks forward to the show finale tonight. We’ll be on location in the studio. She’s been a good friend to me, but she knows where I stand.

Melanie and I have an easy friendship. I could sleep with her. Hell, I could probably marry the woman and be content.

Content.

Life should be full of surprises, not planned out with a script.

I ball up the note and toss it into the backseat of the Jeep.

A
t the studio
, I sit backstage. A studio audience waits for the taping to begin and I’m supposed to go out after all the women from the dates talk about me.

Half an hour passes. I watch a small screen showing all the women in interviews—even the ones from the speed dating rounds. The audience laughs along with the women who talk about me.

A man I don’t recognize questions each of the ladies. “Where’s Kiley?” I whisper to the woman who applies powder to my nose.

“They replaced her for the finale. Didn’t you know that Bob Targis will be hosting?” She dabs the sponge on my forehead.

“They can’t replace her. She’s the Matchmaker.” I hold up a hand and block the makeup sponge. “Where’s Tony Tolino? I need to talk to him.”

“You go on in a few minutes. You’ll have to wait.”

“You’re on in five,” a guy wearing a headset says and holds up his fingers.

I glance at the screen in front of me. The camera pans the audience and Ed Vanderbilt sits in the front row. I get up from my seat and look around for Tony. He’d been by to say hello a few minutes earlier.

He stands in the wings with the nearby studio lights glowing on his face. His pensive expression does nothing to alleviate my worries about Kiley. I stalk to him, my temper rising because someone should be telling me what the hell is going on.

The guy with the headset holds up four fingers.

“Why isn’t Kiley here?”

“Shh,” he answers.

“Where is she?”

He draws me down a hallway by the arm. “She couldn’t be here today.”

“Why not?”

“She thought it best if you didn’t share a stage.”

I shake my head. “Does she hate me that much?”

Tony frowns at me. “No. She’s protecting you.”

“From what?” I’m livid, my hands balling into fists because he’s not giving me the information I need.

“You have to get out there,” he says and points to the stage. “Go.”

“Not without Kiley.”

“You’ll forfeit the prize money. If you don’t fulfill the contract, you lose the million. Think about it.”

I grab him by the collar. “Tell me where she is.”

Tony exhales and pulls my hand off his shirt, smoothing down the wrinkles I’ve created. “I don’t know. Honest to God.”

The guy with the headset rushes to me and holds up two fingers, then points to the entrance of the stage.

I shake my head at him. “Who does know?”

“Ask Ed after the show. He agreed to pull Kiley off.”

I back away from Tony and run to the stage. The bright lights blind me momentarily as I walk out with a forced smile. I wave at the women, all seated around a U-shaped sofa with my chair at the open end.

The audience chuckles.

Bob, the replacement host, walks forward and sits in the chair beside me. “It’s good to see you, Gunner,” he says as if we’re old friends.

“Nice to meet you,” I say and hold out my hand to shake. “I’d expected Kiley Vanderbilt.”

He looks awkward for a split second. We haven’t rehearsed the windup since they wanted genuine reactions.

They should’ve warned me if they didn’t expect me to balk.

The replacement host folds his hands in his lap. “There was a last minute obligation she had to fulfill, or she wouldn’t miss it. So, here we are. I guess you’ve been watching backstage and have heard some of the stories from these lovely ladies.”

I nod.

He continues. “You’ve spent the most time with Melanie.”

For the first time, I notice she sits on my left at the end of the nearest sofa. “Hi Melanie,” I say.

“Hi Gunner.” She gives me a warm smile and rises to give me a hug.

I glance around at the rest of the women: all the speed dates—including the mime-girl who sits silent with a residual pissed-off expression. There are several women I saw for only one night. Addison from the camping trip and Melanie sit nearest me.

“What is it about Melanie that drew you to see her again and again?” Bob the Host asks.

“We have a lot in common. Fishing, hunting, the outdoors.”

Bob nods.

“Kiley matched me with someone who makes a lot of sense for a guy like me. Melanie has it all—beauty, brains, a four-wheel-drive.”

The audience laughs and so does Bob. Melanie smiles at me.

“Kiley certainly knows me well. Hell… Sorry, I’m probably not supposed to curse on television. Melanie is exactly the type of girl I’d choose to date.”

More laughter from the audience.

At the side of the stage, Tony grins as if he wrote a script for me himself.

Bob stands. “Before you continue, let’s bring out another guest. We’ll come back to Melanie.”

When I see the girl in the wings, I decide I hate live television. With a passion. I’m never watching anything but football, ever again.

Why is Veronica here? She’s not part of this process.

She walks onto the stage with a grin and a wink before sitting on a sofa opposite Melanie and Addison.

“Welcome,” Bob says. “I know Gunner’s surprised to see you.”

“Probably. I’m glad to be here and give my two cents about what Gun needs in his life.” Veronica straightens her long skirt. “He took time off from the show to help me get married and I wanted to be here for him.”

She beams at me, no longer the scarred girl from so long ago. A happily married woman.

She didn’t let her past dictate her beliefs. Her goals for a healthy relationship.

Bob leans in, folds his hands over one knee, and adopts an intimate tone. “Congratulations on your recent marriage, Veronica. We can’t wait to see if Gunner chooses love or money today. Before we find out, all of America wants to know the real Gunner. The man he doesn’t show to the camera.”

“He’s a private kind of guy, so I’m risking a lot by telling you this.” Veronica’s directs a sad smile toward the studio audience. She doesn’t look at me immediately, and when her gaze flicks to mine, blood freezes in my veins. I know I won’t like whatever she says.