Chapter 4 #2
Jake stood and pulled out her chair for her. “Yeah. I should have warned you about that. There’s some sort of block party going on a couple streets over. I forgot all about it until I walked here and saw the traffic. You look amazing.”
She’d taken special pains with her appearance, putting on more makeup than usual, curling her hair, digging out the shortest skirt she owned and her fuck-me heels. “Thanks. I felt like doing a bit of celebrating.”
“Oh yeah. What are we celebrating?”
“I got the job.”
Jake gave a loud hoot, then called the waiter over. “Should we order champagne or your usual?”
She laughed. “Champagne gives me a killer headache. I’m fine with bourbon.”
Jake ordered two bourbon and Diet Cokes, and then pushed his chair closer. His knees brushed against hers under the table. “Congratulations. When do you start?”
“I had to give two weeks’ notice at the store, which I did yesterday, so as of May one I will be an elementary school secretary.”
“Summers off?”
She nodded. “Almost. It’s an eleven-month position, so I’ll be free the whole month of August. I swear this job is the answer to a prayer.”
“How so?”
Josie bit her lower lip, then forged on. “It will give me more time to spend with my son, Tommy.”
She paused, wondering how Jake would take the bomb she’d just dropped. Neither of them spoke as the waiter delivered their drinks. Josie took a big gulp, hoping the bourbon would calm her nerves.
Finally, Jake responded. “A son, huh? I figured as much after last month.”
“You did?”
“I overheard a little of your conversation. Something about a fever and a cold washcloth. How old is he?”
Jake’s face revealed nothing of his feelings. She swallowed heavily, trying to dislodge the lump forming in her throat. Terror coursed through her: obviously she cared about Jake more than she realized.
Was he trying to figure out the quickest way to escape?
Please stay.
“He’s six and in the first grade at the school where I was just hired.”
Jake smiled. “Poor little booger’s not going to get away with anything with Mom working in the main office.”
She laughed, relief flowing over her like a cool rain on a hot summer’s day. “You really don’t mind?”
Jake’s forehead creased. “Mind what, Josie? That you had a life prior to meeting me? That you’re the kind of loving mother who would rush off in the middle of the night to take care of her sick son? No, I don’t mind any of that.”
She reached over and clasped Jake’s hand in hers. “I’m so glad I met you.”
He leaned closer and kissed her. “Ditto. So let’s have the rest of it.”
“Rest of what?”
“It’s full-disclosure night. I suspect your son wasn’t conceived by immaculate conception, so where’s the father?”
Josie released a long sigh. “He’s shacking up with the woman he left us for. Divorce was final about two years ago.”
Jake nodded slowly. So many times she had wished she could tell what he was thinking. “Is he the one who called last month?”
“Yeah. Tommy stays with his dad every Thursday and every other weekend Works out okay because Tommy’s little. Not sure he’ll appreciate that schedule when he’s older and busy with sports and school stuff and girls. But I guess that’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get to it.”
“You and the ex get along okay?”
Josie shrugged. “I guess so. I try hard to keep the peace because I don’t want to color the way my son sees his dad. Tommy adores Tony. I’d never say anything negative about Tony in front of him because I don’t want to change that.”
Jake squeezed her hand. “I was right. You are a great mom.”
She tried to wave off his compliment, but Jake wouldn’t let her. “You’re also an amazing woman. I was glad you called this afternoon. The full moon was last Monday. I sort of thought I’d come on too strong. Scared you away.”
“I’ve been picking the Saturday closest to the full moon when Tommy is with his dad. This month it fell the weekend after rather than before. And you do scare me. But not enough to keep me away.”
“Good. Because I’m going to start pushing my luck.”
Josie tried to pull her hand away, but Jake refused to relinquish it. “How?”
“I want the rest of your full moons.”
“The list is twelve months’ worth.”
He nodded, seemingly unfazed. What exactly was he asking for? A year’s worth of sex? Or more?
“Give me your last name, your phone number and then show me the list.”
She hesitated, started to refuse him. Then she realized it was pointless. He’d won them all the very first night, but her stubbornness had prevented her from seeing that. “My name is Josie Jacobson. But you know that. You’ve seen my credit card.”
He grinned, not bothering to deny the truth. “I still wanted you to give it to me.”
“Does that mean you looked up my number?”
“It’s unlisted.”
She scowled, pretending to be angry. “You cheater. Give me your cell.”
He handed it to her without asking why. She was continually touched by his trust in her. She opened his contacts and added her name and number to the list. “There. That’s me.”
He glanced at the number, then pushed the button. Her phone rang and she laughed when he said, “Just checking.”
“Now.” Jake held out his hand. “Last thing. Hand it over.”
She reached into her purse and pulled out the list, wondering if there was anything on it that Jake would balk at. She hadn’t held back any of her deepest, darkest desires when she’d made it.
He perused it slowly. “Spanking. Role play. Double penetration.”
She blushed when he said the last, his gaze rising to capture hers. She held her breath, waiting to see what he’d say.
Jake narrowed his eyes just briefly, then looked back at her list. “No sex-in-a-car fantasy?”
Josie raised her eyebrow. “I lost my virginity in the backseat of an ancient Grand Marquis to the man who is now my ex-husband. Been there, done that, burned the T-shirt and sold the car.”
“Gotcha. Vehicles are out. I’m actually pretty relieved. My car has a wicked small backseat. Not sure we’d both fit back there and still be able to move.”
Josie took another sip of her drink. “Does anything ruffle your feathers?”
Jake frowned, looking confused. “What do you mean?”
“You seem so unshakeable. Nothing ever seems to fluster or bother you?”
“Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff.”
Josie considered that. She’d been a nervous wreck the whole way here, thinking he’d freak out when she told him she had a six-year-old son. That hadn’t seemed small to her, but Jake had taken the news in stride. Was that because he only viewed her as a hookup?
Now that she’d decided to move things to the next level, she was second-guessing herself. And him.
Jake ran his finger along her face. “You’re stressing, Josie. This is all as easy as breathing if you’ll just let it happen, stop thinking about it.”
“I can’t do that. I have to be smart about relationships because, in the long run, it’s not just me who gets hurt.”
“You’re right. It’s not. Which puts you in a tricky place. Relationships are all about taking risks. I’ve never dated anyone who was a sure bet. Have you?”
She shook her head. “That’s why I made the list.”
“Casual sex. No attachments. No danger.”
She looked down at her glass, wiped the condensation from the side with her finger. “You’ve screwed all of that up.”
Jake moved closer, pressed his forehead against hers. “You haven’t exactly been taking it easy on me either. I want to date you, Josie. Get to know you and—in time—if you’ll let me, your son. There’s only one promise I can make you right now and it’s this. I’ll always be honest with you.”
Was that enough? Josie considered the web of lies Tony had strung prior to his departure. All the nights he’d had to work late, the bowling league he’d never joined, the Saturday fishing trips he’d never taken. All the fibs he’d told so he could sneak off to see Janice.
He’d played Josie for a fool, preyed on her trust, destroyed it. Was Jake’s promise enough?
Yeah. It was.
It was the only thing he could have offered her that would cause her to throw caution to the wind.
“I’ll always tell you the truth too.”
Jake smiled and kissed her. “That’s all I ask. What do you say we blow this Popsicle stand and head over to my place? I’ve got a pair of handcuffs with your name all over them.”
“Been shopping again?”
He nodded. “Yep. Paid full price for them too.”
“You sweet talker. Sounds awesome.”
Jake settled up the tab, then took her hand. They didn’t rush back to his place as she expected. Instead, he took her the long way home and they cruised through the block party.
Jake stopped to talk to a few people, introducing Josie to his neighbors. He tossed a football for a few minutes with a couple of teenage boys, then charmed the elderly lady who lived next door out of two pieces of her homemade apple pie.
“He’s a devil,” Mrs. Richardson warned Josie playfully.
“I’ll be careful,” Josie promised.
The two of them ate the pie with plastic forks as they walked back to his apartment. Josie laughed when they dumped the paper plates in his kitchen trashcan. “Do you ever eat anything normally? Bottomless ribs—literally—and apple pie on the run. Meals with you are never dull.”
“Stick around. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Jake lifted up an empty coffeepot. “I can make a pot. Want some?”
She shook her head. “No thanks. I’m good.”
He gestured toward the living room. “Want to watch TV? I have a couple of movies from Redbox.”
She stepped closer and ran her hand down his chest. “I don’t want to watch a movie.”
Jake gripped her wrist tightly, holding it against him. “Then can I interest you in a trip to the bedroom?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Jake led her to his bedroom, the path now a familiar one to her. She stood in the doorway as he turned on the bedside lamp. Her gaze landed on straps attached to the four corners of the bed and she laughed. “Cocky bastard.”