Chapter 21 #2
"Opening day at Fenway," he replied with a nod. "It wasn't the plan but there were some extenuating circumstances that forced my hand." He blinked up at the game. "It was Batman underwear. Batman panties forced my hand. No regrets though. It was time and I'm happy."
"Have you set a date or made any plans or—" My gaze darted to the bar door as it opened, filling the room with the sound of thunder and pouring rain.
Through the doorway came a group of soaked men, all busy wiping away the rain and wringing out their clothes and complaining about the downpour.
Just as I started to needle Riley for wedding details, one of the men pulled a ball cap from his head.
He looked up and our eyes met across the bar.
Ben.
I hadn't realized I'd missed him this week until seeing him now. Despite his soggy condition, a warm grin pulled at his lips. I motioned him over but he was already striding in our direction, his wet shoes squeaking as he walked.
"Are you even listening to me complain about these shenanigans?
Her family truly, honestly believes we're going to roll on out to Nevada and get married in some randomly significant chapel despite the fact Alex has no desire to do that.
It's a whole thing and I'm beginning to think my sister Shannon had the right idea with eloping.
" Riley paused, turning to follow my gaze.
He spotted Ben and both eyebrows shot up. "What is this shambles?"
"What kind of magic are you, pretty girl?" Ben asked as he approached. "Because I was just thinking about you and here you are."
He stepped between me and Riley, and leaned in to press a kiss on my temple. "Look at you," I murmured, pushing damp hair off his forehead.
"Please do," he replied. "I really was thinking about you. I was gonna call you once I got out of that storm. See if I could take you out tonight. Dinner, movie, whatever you want."
Riley cleared his throat. "Which one is this?"
I dropped my hand onto Ben's hard—but very wet—chest and eased him back.
"Ben, this is one of my best friends and occasional business partner Riley Walsh.
Riley, this is Ben Brock. He's renovating the house across the street from mine.
When he's not running the tile saw at all hours, he's fighting fires. "
The men shook hands, regarding each other with a metric ton of skepticism. I loved it.
"Riley was just telling me about his upcoming wedding," I said. "He proposed on opening day. Can't imagine anything better."
That did the trick. Ben's grin returned and he nodded, saying, "Nothing better than opening day."
"Yeah, well, nothing better than finding the right girl," Riley murmured.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled a few bills from his wallet.
He tossed them on the bar, glanced at me.
"I'm heading out now." He turned to face Ben, clapping his palm on the other man's shoulder.
"There are a lot of spots in this town to bury a body and I keep a shovel in my car. You feel me, son?"
"Believe it," Ben replied.
Riley shifted off the barstool and gifted Ben with another smack on the back. "Good," Riley replied. He pointed at me. "Text me this week. I need your advice on my North End project. It's shenanigans left and right."
"Andy already told me all about it," I replied. "I think I blocked some time on Wednesday to check it out."
"Lunch?" he asked.
"Of course," I said. "Stay dry out there."
Riley held up his hand in a wave and left us at the bar. Ben reached for my beer, taking a pull before glancing back to me.
"Did I pass?" he asked.
I shrugged. Riley wouldn't have left if he didn't approve. Not that I required his approval but that was how friends worked. He would've stayed, third-wheeling it until the end, if he had any issues with Ben. At the minimum, he didn't disapprove and that was something. "Maybe."
Ben took another sip and then set the empty glass on the bar. "He threatened to kill me," he mused. "I like him."
"Good," I said, laughing. "He's one of my best friends and before you ask, no, our relationship has never been more than friendly. We go to ball games and drink beer and work on old houses together. That's it. That's all it's ever been."
"Small blessings," he murmured. "Can I take you out tonight, pretty magic girl?"
I ran my hand down Ben's arm, wiping away more rainwater. "No, not tonight," I said with a decisive head shake.
"Oh. Okay, then," he said, his shoulders slumping a bit.
"But I can take you home with me and toss those wet clothes in the dryer if you want," I suggested. "Maybe order takeout. Watch another game."
Ben stared at me. A glass shattered on the other side of the bar. A bolt of thunder cracked overhead and the power flickered. A rivulet of rain ran over his forehead, around his nose, down the scar on his cheek. He went on staring.
Then he drove his fingers into my hair and brought his lips a breath from mine. "Yeah," he whispered, pressing a tiny kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Take me home, pretty magic girl."