"Are you sure about this, Winnie?" Huxley asks, walking me out to the parking lot.I'm not sure at all. There was a point in my life when I trusted Archer explicitly, but that time is past. "It'll be fine, Hucks.""What do you know about the guy?"I pause next to the driver's side door of my car and take a few deep breaths. I may not trust Archer, but I don't want Huxley to figure that out. I don't appreciate him questioning my decision-making skills. It's a little stressful right now and his questions are extra pressure I don't need. "We dated for years, Huxley."His face pinches together in agitation when I mention how long I dated Archer, but he's the one who keeps bringing it up. I want to forget those years of my life too.Huxley starts to say something else, but a loud ticking sound comes from further down the apartment complex. Gravel pinging off cars. We both quickly turn in that direction and freeze as a large yellow Pelican Bay school bus barrels down the apartment
He shrugs not admitting or denying the fact. "Are you ready?"Am I ready? That's a loaded question you never want to ask a female. "I guess," I say staring down at the pair of boot cut jeans and short sleeve pale orange shirt I put on before leaving. It doesn't necessarily match my blonde hair because it makes it look streaky in certain sunlight, but I plan to wrap a white jacket around to keep my shoulders warm, which will hopefully tone down the shirt a little. I'm out of options and time.The drive to Ridge's backyard takes at least twenty minutes and Huxley spends the entire time maneuvering my vehicle down the long country road talking about how nice it will be when we live in actual Pelican Bay. He talks about the dream so vividly even I imagine it. The idea sounds wonderful, but first I have to get Archer out of my living room.Huxley pulls into Ridge's driveway right as Tabitha walks out of her house directly next door to his. In her hand she has three mini ceramic figuri
For the next few minutes I follow Tabitha around the house as she quickly picks up pieces of things here and there. I fluff a pillow or two and finally we end up in the kitchen as she pulls out heavy square containers of pre-made side dishes."Ridge made the pasta salad because it's a specialty, but I bought the rest. Don't tell." She takes out a container of mashed potatoes and steps back counting the dishes before setting it at the end of the line.Every surface in the oversized kitchen is covered with bowls, plates, and other dishes. "Do you think you have enough food?"She stops to survey the area again, one finger tapping on the end of her chin. "I don't. Do you think so? I'm worried."I laugh a small chuckle but she doesn't join. "Tabitha, I was kidding. You have enough food here to supply half of the town.She shakes her head solemnly. "You've never seen these guys eat. Have you?"I guess not. I've seen Huxley, and the way he put away the entire dish of twice-baked p
Crispin steps forward again, his arms outstretched like he's making an imaginary big fish story. Big guns," he says drawing more laughter."Where is your wife?" one of the guys asks and I tense at Huxley's side.Tabitha doesn't seem fazed at all. She laughs and rolls her eyes."Bennett had to pick up a friend. They'll both be here shortly. This guy works independently, but I put a word out with my connections on the West Coast and he stopped by to get more direction.""I want everyone to understand," Ridge says, his voice raising to get the attention of the guys in the yard. "Huxley is point on this because of his experience, but you're a team and each of you will be asked to step up at various times to put your expertise to use. What good are we as a security team if we can't keep our own people in town safe?"There a few grumbles from the men in agreement."Each of you agreed to move to Pelican Bay and be a part of this team. This town is now your town. Let's take care of
Huxley holds my hand as we walk out of the small Pelican Bay church. More paint flakes off the steps leaving behind the weathered pine boards that are who knows how old. Each week a collection is taken to get the church painted, but as the congregation is small and old so it's slow going."Today was a nice service," Huxley says, letting his arms swing between us for a moment as he walks to my car.I nod using that as my agreement. The two of us have settled into a nice routine. Anyone who met us for the first time may think we'd been together for years, but Huxley and I have found a happy middle ground. We seem to get one another and our personalities mesh well. I'm sure in time, eventually we'll have our first big fight, but my boyfriend is so calm and logical I have a feeling it won't last long. Until then I've decided to enjoy myself and go with the flow. It's something I used to be able to do quite often before the mess with Archer started. I need to find carefree Winnie again.
"I just want to say, I still think it's a really bad idea." Anessa wears a hole in the carpet at the front of the Pelican Bay bed-and-breakfast while we wait for Frankie.Katy rolls her eyes. "Your concerns have been noted. Follow the plan and it will work fine.""When have any of your plans worked out fine?" Anessa questions."Only because no one sticks to them," Katy retorts.We'd probably be more apt to stick to them if they weren't so crazy in the first place. There aren't many of Katy's plans that don't go belly up within the first few minutes. Which the way it looks right now this one's going to end up the same unless the person we're meeting shows up soon."At least we're meeting in public this time," Anessa says as she surveys the décor in the bed-and-breakfast."See? We're always learning something new.""Shhh," Anessa whispers when a tall dark man with gelled back hair comes walking in from the front bed-and-breakfast doors."Anessa," he says taking her hand a
HUXLEY PUTS the car in park but doesn't shut off the engine."Are you ready for this?" he asks looking at me from the corner of his eye.My heartrate picks up in my chest, anxiety causing sweat to gather at my brow. Even though I know exactly what he means, I don't want to admit it to him or me.I spent all afternoon at the bakery while Huxley was with Ridge doing... whatever it is he does with Ridge. I already have a lot of anxiety, so I've decided it's best if I don't ask him what he's doing exactly right now. We've spent all day avoiding it and each other, but now we have to go in and deal with the elephant eating all the food in my fridge and sleeping on my couch. Huxley isn't going to want an update on Archer and to find out how many more days he needs.I may be delusional, but I'm not that delusional. There's no way Archer has the money around today, even though secretively I cross my fingers on the side of the seat hoping for a different outcome."You avoided this long
The key to my apartment door turns slowly and I keep my free hand fingers crossed, hopeful Archer won't be here and then I can call Huxley before he even gets back to town. All my problems will be solved.Of course, life never works out that way and when my door swings open Archer jumps up from the couch. The one he's been sitting on, staring at the door and waiting for us to come home all day. Some things never change.When I walk in by myself, a smile breaks out across his soft face. One I loved for so many years, but now only the good memories make me smile."Where's your guard dog? He's usually only a few feet behind you.""Not now, Archer," I say rubbing a finger on my eye to get the last few tears wiped away.I'm tired and worried I made the biggest mistake of my life. But is it really so wrong to not want someone I spent years of my life with kicked to the curb? Even if he's an asshole. Sure, he lied and stole, but some of what we had was good. Right?"I think the ti