Be Mine(49)

“Yeah.”

“That was Darcy.”

“No.” Kevin threw up his hands. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me that?”

“We didn’t know. Her number got wet and I couldn’t read it to call her. I tried everything I could think of to get her number and couldn’t. Drove around and couldn’t find her place. And you always call me J.P., so...I don’t know. And we’d talked about you sending somebody up to help, but you weren’t sure who and you must never have told me her name because all of a sudden, there she was.”

“How serious is it? She’s supposed to come home soon.”

“And it sounds like she’s not only going to, but she’s looking forward to it, so don’t worry about it.” Jake heard the edge in his voice, but it was too late to temper it.

“You don’t want her to leave.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then make her want to stay.”

Jake laughed, his breath hanging in the cold air. “That easy, huh?”

“No, it’s not easy. It took me a year to convince Beth I was the guy for her. A damn year. It’s not easy at all.”

“Maybe we can do the long-distance thing until the pub’s in the black enough to hire a manager.”

Kevin shook his head. “I hate to say it, but that might be a while.”

“I know. And I want to run it myself. And I want to wake up with Darcy every day. I want it all.”

“If it’s meant to be, you’ll find a way.” When Jake looked sideways at him, Kevin winced. “Yeah, that might have been stitched on my grandmother’s pillow.”

“Or in a fortune cookie.”

“Just don’t screw things up with her before the pub opens or I’ll have to kill you.”

“You’re a good friend, Kevin. Really.”

“You know it, J.P. Let’s rack up some miles.”

* * *

THREE DAYS LATER, Darcy was curled up on the couch, going over the final menu proofs, when the phone rang. Because they didn’t have internet, she’d had to drive forty minutes to the “local” printer they’d chosen and back in the snow to get the PDF files, and she was tempted to let the answering machine pick up. She’d just started to relax.

But odds were it was Jake, Kevin or a contractor calling, so she threw back the lap blanket and went to answer it.

“Hey, Darcy.”

It was Jake, and as always, her heart did a little happy dance at the sound of his voice. She purposely kept her voice all-business, though. “What’s up?”

“I’m at the supply house and I need the number for the guys who installed the walk-in freezer. The business card is...somewhere in the apartment. Can you find it and call me right back? It’s urgent.”

“You’re sure it’s not in your wallet? Or in your truck?” He liked to tuck business cards in the strap on the back of the sun visor.

“I double-checked both before I called. It’s probably on the counter. Or the coffee table. Probably. It’s there somewhere.”

“I’ll call you right back.” Maybe. Somewhere wasn’t a lot to go on.

There was no business card on the counter. Nor on the coffee table. It wasn’t in the spot he usually threw his keys or near the coffee mug where he tossed the coins he accumulated in his pockets. Maybe it was on his nightstand or dresser.

She hadn’t been in his bedroom. Maybe it was a subconscious effort at separation, but they’d always kept their doors closed. He’d been in hers, of course, but she still hadn’t been in his.

He’d said it was urgent, though, so she turned the handle and poked her head in.

The room was pretty much identical to hers. Beige. Brown. Blah. His bed was bigger and there was a straight-back chair next to his dresser, but that was it. He was surprisingly neat for a guy, and she didn’t have to wade through balled-up socks to get to the pile of scrap paper she saw on his dresser.

He might not throw his dirty socks on the floor, but the man would jot a note on just about anything. A reminder to check sprinkler system laws on the back of a gas receipt. A guy’s name and a number on the corner of a napkin. The deeper in the debris pile she sifted, the further back in renovations the notes referred to.

One crumpled piece of paper had the intriguing title of “Google searches.” Under that, in his slanted chicken scratch: trivia Concord, NH; bars trivia Concord, NH; Concord Tuesday trivia. In the margins were bar names and phone numbers. All had a line scratched through them. The next sheet of paper had the name of an auto garage. Then the Concord library’s number. And at the bottom of the pile was a small piece of paper that had obviously gotten very, very wet. She could make out the pattern across the top as that of her fridge memo pad, but her name and number were just a black smudge bleeding out into nothing.

He hadn’t been playing her, after all. He’d tried to call her. The evidence that he’d invested a lot of time and energy into trying to get in touch with her was spread across the dresser, and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Why hadn’t she listened to her heart instead of her stupid head and believed him when he told her that? Repeatedly.

It didn’t matter now. They’d moved past that, but seeing how hard he’d tried to find her after just one night together squeezed her heart.

She loved him. Maybe it had been love at first sight or maybe it had crept up on her, but she knew it was real and she knew it was twisting her up inside. She couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him—other than painful—but it was almost time to go home.

She had a home. And she missed Jasper’s Bar & Grille and Paulie and everybody else. Her friends. Movie theaters. Takeout.

Jake loved the life he was making here. She could see it in him. He thrived on it and there was more than pride in his eyes when he stood in the pub and looked at what they’d done together. There was affection. He’d made this his home.

His home and her home were three hours apart as the highway rolled, but worlds apart in reality. And she wasn’t quite sure how he felt about her. She knew he cared about her and enjoyed the sex and her company, but it would take the forever kind of love to work through the obstacles in their path. Anything less would crumble under the weight of logistics and distance and absences.

* * *

A WEEK LATER, Jake looked over the dining room of Jasper’s Pub and felt the warm glow of satisfaction. It was finally opening night and they weren’t packed, but there had been a steady enough stream of diners to call it good.

They’d done the advertising and radio spots. Kevin had handled getting the website and Facebook page up. Now it was up to word of mouth and, judging by the comments he’d overheard here and there over the course of the night, it would all be good.

Karen kept the wait staff on their toes while keeping a perfect balance with the customers. Her natural warmth and friendliness was a draw, but she didn’t cross over into too casual and chummy with them. Every dish was coming through the window perfectly cooked to order, and there was nothing for him to do but soak it in.

He spotted Darcy, who was acting as an unofficial hostess, coming toward him and smiled. She was wearing the same mulberry-colored Jasper’s Pub polo as the wait staff, which he thought was a lot nicer than the ones they wore at Jasper’s Bar & Grille.

“It’s going even better than I’d hoped,” she said a little breathlessly, keeping her voice low.

“And every single table has ordered at least one Jasper’s Big-Ass Steak.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve not giving you a hundred dollars.”

“I’m sure we can come to some other kind of arrangement.”

“Stop it. We’re working.” But she gave him a look that assured him they’d come to terms. “I’m really proud of this place.”

“You should be.” He hooked his pinky finger with hers, keeping their hands behind her hip to hide the contact from the dining room. “It was a lot of work and a lot of decision-making and you pulled it off.”

“We pulled it off.”

He liked the sound of that. Hopefully that we would be long term. “I think we’ll be ready for Valentine’s Day.”

They were running meal specials for couples, with packages that included dessert and a bottle of champagne. All the lodging establishments in the area had coupons on display, offering discounts at the pub. Kevin had launched an advertising blitz that ensured that practically every guy in New England who had a snowmobile knew Jasper’s Pub was the place to be on Valentine’s Day.

There would be flowers and a few special treats not available on the regular menu. They’d considered having a live band, but not only was space an issue, but sometimes people felt awkward having conversations while a band was playing, and that wasn’t the atmosphere they were going for.