Worth the Wait (13 page)

Cat smirked as if remembering something Vivi might have said, and then continued, “Thank God she met Alex during college, who finally convinced her of the benefits of having a real, live boyfriend instead of an imaginary one. Still, she takes things really slowly.”

“Too much info.” He reclined in his chair and summoned a memory of Vivi and him stretched out on his parents’ back lawn, stargazing and talking about her impending graduation. They’d lain side by side while laughing and reminiscing. At the time, he hadn’t felt anything remotely sexual. It had simply been . . . natural.

Now everything was changing. At least she wouldn’t become a notch on Franco’s belt—not today, anyway. Not ever, if he had anything to say about it. His headache subsided and the muscles in his shoulders softened.

“Perhaps. But you, of all people, better let her move on. Especially with Laney here.” Cat sat up. “It’s taken Vivi a long time to get over you. Thank God it’s finally happened. Can you imagine how awkward it would have been for all of us if you two had ever dated? Or worse, dated and broken up. It could’ve ruined everything.”

David’s soul absorbed the blow of his sister’s obvious relief, and of the confirmation she wouldn’t support them as a couple. He kept his expression blank as she continued voicing her thoughts.

“Ironically, if I’d known Laney was coming, I wouldn’t have brought Vivi. Of course, how could I have known, since you never mentioned she was in town, much less moved here?”

Ignoring her accusatory tone, he laughed to himself at his sister’s double standard. She shared no more about her private life than he did. Nonetheless, he didn’t wish to argue with her.

“Laney moved here because of her career. Trust me, if I had any big announcements in the works, you’d know.” He kept his eyes on Cat. “I don’t mean to shut you out. I’ve missed you. I take all the blame for this distance between us, but I want us to be close again, Cat.”

She tilted her head and met his eyes. “Are you happy?”

Had they been at a private lunch, or on a walk, perhaps he’d be a little more candid. However, Laney would be back soon, and Jackson and Hank might reappear at any time. This wasn’t the time or place for sharing, so he evaded her question. “Are you?”

Cat shuttered her eyes and shrugged, then resumed a prone position on her towel.

“If I asked you about Justin, would you tell me anything worthwhile?” David pressed. “I’ve been watching you pretend to have everything under control these past days, but I can tell you’re upset.”

“You don’t like him. I can tell.” She turned her head to face him. “I doubt you can be objective.”

“I probably can’t be objective when it comes to you, that’s true. I wish you’d let me in.” He reached over and tugged her hair. “At least promise you’d come to me if you needed something?”

“Relax.” She swatted his hand. “You always worry too much.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, David, I’d come to you.” Rolling her eyes, she grinned. “Satisfied?”

“For now.” He smiled as she huffed and closed her eyes.

When Laney reappeared, she leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. He opened his eyes to find her green ones staring into his. She fingered his hair and let her thumb run along his jaw before taking her seat and picking up her book.

Her small gestures deluged him with contrition. He’d spent the past few days finding fault with her because of a knot of emotions involving Vivi. Both women deserved better.

Cat was right. He shouldn’t interfere with Vivi’s budding relationship when he couldn’t offer anything in return. Surely this novel desire would fade—as soon as they spent more time together like always. Everything would go back to normal after a few months of daily life in the city.

And Laney deserved someone who could give her what she needed, which apparently was a lot more than he’d imagined.

When they returned to Manhattan, he’d find a way to let her down easily. Drawing in a deep breath, he gazed at the darkening clouds and willed himself to take control of his life without continuing to hurt the people who cared for him.

By late afternoon, the angry sky showered heavy sheets of rain onto the roof, and the torrential downpour resonated throughout the house. David welcomed the storm, which provided a perfect excuse to slow down and relax. As he listened to the dull roar overhead, he wished he were lying in bed with a good book. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d enjoyed a lazy afternoon alone.

Then again, preparing dinner with Jackson had been a pleasant way to unwind. His brother whistled while cutting the garlic cloves and inserting those shards into the filet roast. David chopped onions, mushrooms, and parsley. He’d always found the rhythmic activity to be meditative. Afterward, he sautéed them with white wine and butter. The aroma of fresh herbs and garlic whetted his appetite.

Despite a tumult of emotion concerning Vivi, he’d salvaged a peaceful afternoon with his family, the first solid step toward repairing the damage created by his long absence. A long-forgotten feeling of hope sprouted in his chest.

He glanced around while he cleaned. Laney worked on her laptop in the living room, while Hank rested below. Cat was setting the table.

“I thought Vivi would be home by now. She must be eating dinner with Franco.” Cat frowned. “I didn’t consider how disruptive this gig would be when I suggested it.”

“Text her,” Jackson suggested.

“If she’s rehearsing, she won’t hear it.” Cat placed the last of the silverware and then came to the counter. “Oh, well.”

“Cheer up, sis.” Jackson tweaked her nose. “You’ve got us.”

“Yippee,” Cat dryly replied, but the corners of her lips curled into a grin.

David’s lungs tightened as he considered how much his mother would’ve enjoyed this occasion with her kids. He rubbed his hand over the tight spot in his chest and turned away from Jackson and Cat until his nose stopped tingling.

Minutes later, the front door opened just as a crack of thunder split the sky.

“Hi, guys, I’m back . . . and drenched.” Vivi’s chattering teeth punctuated her speech. “I’ll be up to help once I dry off.” The echo of her footsteps drifted up the stairwell.

David’s mood instantly brightened, although he repressed a grin.
She didn’t stay with Franco.

After dinner and dessert, Vivi collected the dishes. “You all leave these. I’ll clean up.”

“Thanks, Viv.” Jackson pushed back from the table.

Cat, Hank, and Laney followed Jackson to the living room. David gathered the glasses and trailed behind Vivi into the kitchen.

“I know we can’t talk now, but I want to make sure you’re okay. I feel like I should apologize for dumping everything on you this morning.”

“
I
should apologize for putting you in an impossible situation.” She cast a quick glance over her shoulder, toward the group in the living room. “Let’s change the subject before we get caught.”

“Good idea.” He smiled as she opened the dishwasher door. “Seems like old times, us doing dishes.”

“So it does.” She grinned. “Even if I hadn’t offered them an out tonight, I’m pretty sure Cat and Jackson would’ve found another excuse to duck out of kitchen duty, like when we were kids.”

“Something you never shirked.” David took the glasses from her after she rinsed them.

“Well, I had an ulterior motive.” He watched the corners of her eyes crinkle with her smile. The water ran nonstop as she rinsed each plate and handed it to him to load in the dishwasher.

“Oh?” he asked, assuming she was referring to her former crush on him.

“Of course.” Vivi stared out the window with a distant look in her eyes. “I had to stay in your mom’s good graces so I’d always be welcomed back.”

“And so you were,” David said softly, remembering how much his mother had loved Vivi. How troubling to learn only now that for years Vivi had felt so insecure about her position within their family. “And here I’d always thought you’d volunteered to help because
my
company was so interesting.”

Vivi’s grin widened and she bumped his hip with her own.

“That, too, David.” She plunged her hands into the soapy tub of water and began scrubbing the sauté pan. “So, I found several new pieces of sea glass in my luggage tonight when I changed out of my wet clothes. Any idea how those got there?”

“That was quick. I figured you wouldn’t find those until the end of the week. That was the messiest duffel bag I’ve ever seen.” He grinned. “I assume you still have that big jar of sea glass in your apartment, so when I saw a few pieces today on the beach, I stuck them in my pocket. A small token of appreciation for your discretion and friendship.”

“Thank you,” she said. “They’ll make a nice addition to the collection. Obviously I haven’t been doing much beachcombing because of the rehearsals.”

“How’d it go today?” he asked, wanting to keep the positive momentum rolling. “You were gone a long time.”

“We covered a lot of ground.” She handed him the heavy pan to dry. “We’ll do one final run-through tomorrow morning, and then whatever happens, happens.”

David brushed a stray dollop of soapsuds from her arm, and then dried the pot while she wiped down the counters. When he finished, he asked, “Why didn’t you ever mention your singing to me?”

She leaned against the counter and looked at her hands, laced together in front of her hips. He hung the dish towel to dry, keeping his eyes averted to give her time to speak. A cloud of tension and sorrow surrounded Vivi.

“I had my first voice lesson three days before we all learned about your mom’s breast cancer. Her illness made my new hobby seem too frivolous to discuss. And then you left within days of the funeral . . .” She paused, leaving her accusation unspoken.

“I’m sorry, Vivi,” he said softly. “I’m sorry for shutting you out for so long. I’m sorry for not offering any solace while we were both grieving my mother. And I’m sorry I took our friendship for granted.”

“I know you are,” she whispered while averting her eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief when he sensed his apologies finally pierced the invisible wall that had been separating them all week. Suddenly she waved her hand airily and grinned a little too brightly. “But now you’re back, and tomorrow you’ll be forced to hear my singing with your own ears. Please tell me you travel with earplugs.”

“I doubt we’ll need them. Jackson says you sing well.”

“What does he know?” She smirked and, as always, shifted the focus off herself. “Anyway, should we get a game of charades going?”

“Maybe Cranium,” David suggested, heartened by the familiar rhythm of their conversation.

“No way. Everyone but me is smart, so I’d only be a drag to my teammate.”

“You know I hate when you say things like that, Vivi.” David placed his hand on the back of her neck. “How many times have I told you? You’re smart in every way that counts, regardless of your stupid grade-point average.”

“Many,” she conceded. “And
stupid
aptly describes my grade-point average.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He threw his arm over her shoulder and rubbed his knuckles against her skull. Unlike the many times he’d done this before, tonight touching her ignited an irresistible urge to hold on, to take more. To take everything.

Slightly shaken, he forced himself to release her. “Don’t wish to be different. If you ever changed, it would break my heart.”

A faint blush tinged her cheeks.

“Thanks, David.” She then tapped her finger against her lips. “So then, how about Pictionary?”

“Ah, now you’re playing to your own advantage.” He yanked his gaze from her damned soft lips. She was standing so close he could smell her vanilla-scented body lotion. He fought the impulse to close his eyes and inhale. “See how smart you are?”

She produced an exaggerated “aha” face.

“Who ever said miracles never happen?” She turned on her heel as she called out to the group, “Pictionary, anyone?”

Before she left, he grabbed her arm and whispered, “Meet me out front at midnight.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?”

“Just dress warm and don’t tell anyone. It’ll be an adventure.”

He released her and she left him in the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder with a puzzled expression. When he finally followed her, he noticed Laney observing them with a troubled expression.
Shit.