“You know what? You could make all of this up to me by telling people we didn’t hook up.”
He sighed. “Are you going to keep showing up here and sabotaging my dates?”
I grinned devilishly. “Yes.”
“Then, yes, I’ll do it. I don’t think it’ll change anything, but fine. Are you happy?”
“Yep.”
“So… sailing?”
“You think I’d get on that boat with you?”
I checked my watch. Technically, I didn’t have to be home until ten, which was unheard of, especially since I’d been grounded. And yeah, I wanted to go out on that boat. I’d never been before, and God, I loved the water.
But one look at his smug face told me exactly why I couldn’t. He expected me to say yes. He knew his charm worked on everyone, and then he could get away with murder. I wasn’t going to be another one of his girls.
“No thanks,” I said and then strode down the dock away from him.
“You’re really just going to walk away?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Yep!” I called back. I popped open the door to the minivan. “Have fun out on the water alone, Derek.”
“Aww, Minivan, you’re breaking my heart.”
I waggled my fingers at him. “Get used to it!”
Then I hopped into the van and left him behind.
7
Savannah
Present
“Thank you so much,” I said, holding my hand out to the attorney.
“Of course, Miss Nelson,” she said. “Mr. Nelson.” She shook Maddox’s hand next. “I understand that this is a hard time in your life and you want to focus on grieving. I’m glad to take the case. I’ll get to work on it, but I’d like to reiterate that this can be a long process. Just bear with me through the worst of it.”
“We understand,” I said.
Maddox nodded. “Thanks for your help.”
“Take my card, and if you ever have any questions, feel free to give me a call or email.”
I took it and slid it into my purse before following Maddox out of the office. My stomach rumbled with anxiety. It had been two weeks since Derek had shown up at my house and flipped everything upside down. I’d gotten in contact with an attorney right away, but this was the first available meeting time. I’d been a wreck since then.
“Well, that was fun,” he muttered, running a hand back through his curls. They’d grown longer this summer, looking more like when he’d been in high school. Sometimes, I missed Maddox’s wild curls.
“Not particularly.”
I got into the passenger seat of his Wrangler and tried to keep the tears from falling. If this were a normal school year, I’d be back at Emory, getting ready for my classes this fall. School started Wednesday and instead, I was still in Savannah. It was worse because I’d finally been approved for my sabbatical semester. I’d taken the fall off so that I could spend it with Gran during her sickness. And then she’d passed before I even got here.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t change any of it, and I needed to be in Savannah to deal with all of this anyway. But it didn’t make any of it easier. I just wanted my Gran back.
“Where to?” Maddox asked.
“I need a drink.”
“All right. There’s a dive bar that I like—”
“No. Not in public,” I said automatically. “Just… I don’t know. Let’s go to the liquor store.”
Maddox nodded. “We’ll get through it together.”
He drove through downtown, nabbing a parking spot directly in front of the nicest local liquor store. Not generally the store I’d drop into, but I had to admit, it had a better selection.
Maddox followed me inside, but we split up as he went for the beer and I headed for the wine. I wanted to get a few bottles. I still had enough brandy at Gran’s to make a few sidecars. I’d watched Gran drink them for years and fallen in love with them when she finally let me have one of my own.
I added a few bottles of red and white into my basket and then went to take a look at the mixers. I turned the corner in the mixer aisle and nearly dropped the basket.
“Holy shit,” I hissed. “Ash?”
Ash Talmadge looked up at me, and I nearly swore again. Ash had been Lila’s on-again, off-again since high school. They’d called it off this summer, and I hadn’t seen him since then. I’d assumed that he was upset, but I hadn’t assumed that he would look like… this.
Normally, Ash was carefully buttoned up with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was a wealthy Holy Cross boy who still worked with his father in real estate. The Talmadges owned half of downtown at this point. I’d seen him after he got into a car accident and broke a few ribs, and he’d looked better then than he did now.
His wrinkly polo was unbuttoned with the collar popped with khakis and flip-flops. I’d never seen him in flip-flops. I hadn’t been sure he even owned them. He had a little more than a five o’clock shadow. I’d only ever seen him freshly shaven. Then there were the sunglasses… he was wearing inside. Oh, and the entire shopping cart full of alcohol.
He stalled abruptly when he saw me. Something flashed across his face, and then he looked away. “Hey, Mars.”
“Are you… are you okay?” I asked, closing the distance.
“Fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“Thanks. Real nice,” he grumbled. “What are you even doing in town?”
“Gran died,” I whispered. I hated saying those words.
He looked over at me again and slowly removed his sunglasses. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had dark bruises under them, as if he hadn’t been sleeping since Lila left. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t heard.”
“Yeah. She’d been sick for a while. I thought we had more time.”
“Sorry, Mars.”
I nodded and choked back tears again. “Thanks. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You were wearing sunglasses inside,” I pointed out. “And you have a cart full of alcohol.”
“Been a rough couple months. And I’m throwing a party.”
“Yeah?”
“Labor Day out on the yacht.”
I remembered quite a few parties that he’d thrown out on the yacht. I was usually invited because of Lila. This was all new territory. And while I was Lila’s best friend, I’d been around Ash too long to let him crawl into this shell of himself. I was worried about him.
“That sounds fun.”
“Eh,” he said noncommittally. “It will be something to do to pass the time rather than being alone.”
I winced. Jesus, he was in a terrible place. “Are you sure you shouldn’t just go see a therapist instead? What happened with Lila—”
“Stop,” he spat. “Don’t say her name.”
“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to…”
He slid the glasses back into place. “I don’t want to talk about my feelings. I don’t want to talk about her. I just want to get drunk. You can come to the party if you don’t mention her.”