The Guardian(26)
Author: Nicholas Sparks

Not that she was ready to pounce on him without warning. No, that would probably send Mike’s ticker into spasms. Anyway, she’d no doubt be as terrified as he was. If kissing him the first time had been nerve-racking, what in the world was the next step going to be like? Oh, she imagined herself saying as she stood in front of him in the bedroom, these bulges? Sorry, but you know we’ve been eating out a lot lately. Just dim the lights, sweetie.

It was possible that the whole thing might end up a fiasco, complete with jabbing elbows and bumping heads and disappointment in the end. And then what would happen? Sex wasn’t the most important thing in a relationship, but it sure wasn’t number three or four, either. She figured that when it came right down to it, the stress associated with their first time together was going to make it nearly impossible to enjoy. Should I do this? Should I whisper that? It’s like going on a game show with impossible questions, she thought, only the contestants have to be nak*d.

Okay, she chided herself, so maybe I am worrying about it too much. But that’s what happens when you’ve been with only one person in your entire life, and that was a guy you’d been married to. This was the payback, she supposed, for leading a fairly tame life, and to be honest, she didn’t want to think about it anymore. A walk with Singer was supposed to be relaxing, not a cause for clammy hands.

Up ahead, Singer wandered into the wooded lots that stretched to the Intracoastal Waterway, and Julie spotted the path most of the Realtors had been using. A month ago, signs had sprouted up all the way to the water, and she’d seen orange plastic strips marking where they intended to put the road. In a couple of years, she’d have a neighborhood, which-though nice in the way of property values-was kind of a bummer, too. She liked the feeling of privacy the lots provided, and it was great for Singer. She really didn’t want to have to start following him around with a pooper scooper, so as not to sully the newly sodded lawns. The very thought nauseated her, and she couldn’t face the looks that Singer would give her. She had no doubt he’d understand what was going on. After the first few times, he’d stare at her before turning his nose, thinking something along the lines of, I did my business by the tree-do be a darling and clean that up for me, will you?

No way, she thought. There wasn’t a chance she’d put up with that.

She walked for fifteen minutes before she reached the water and sat for a little while on a stump, watching the boats as they floated past. She couldn’t see Singer but knew he was nearby; he’d come to check periodically to make sure she was following him.

He was protective of her. Just like Mike in his own way.

Mike.

Mike and her together. Really together. A moment later, Julie found her thoughts right back where she’d started, clammy hands and all.

The Guardian

As she approached the house an hour later, she heard the phone ringing. Hurrying inside, she let the screen door close with a bang behind her. Probably Emma, she thought. Emma had been calling a lot lately-she loved what was happening with Mike and couldn’t wait to talk about it. And to be honest, Julie kind of liked talking about it, too. Just for perspective, of course.

She put the receiver to her ear. “Hello?”

There was no reply on the other end, though it seemed the line was still open.

“Hello?” she said again.

Nothing. Julie put the phone back in its cradle and went to let Singer in. In her haste, she’d slammed the door in his face. But as soon as she reached the door, the phone rang again, and she went through the same routine.

Again, there was silence on the other end. Only this time, before she lowered the phone, she thought she heard a faint click as the caller hung up.

The Guardian

“So how are things going with Julie?” Henry asked.

“Good,” Mike answered, his head buried beneath a hood. Over the past week, he hadn’t said much about it to his brother simply because he hadn’t had the time. With summer coming, air conditioners were going on the blink as fast as they were being switched on, and people were rolling into the garage with dirty rings on the collars of their shirts. Besides, it was so much fun having information Henry wanted and not sharing it. Kind of made him feel he had the upper hand for once.

Henry regarded him. “Based on how much you’ve been seeing her, I’d hope they’re going better than that.”

“You know how it is,” Mike said, continuing to work. He reached for a socket wrench and began trying to loosen the bolts that held the compressor in place.

“Actually, I don’t.”

Yeah, I know!

“Like I said, it’s going good. Can you hand me a rag? My hands are kind of slick.”

Henry passed it over. “So I heard you made her dinner at your place a little bit ago.”

“Yep,” Mike said.

“And?”

“And what?”

“What happened?”

“She liked it.”

“That’s it?”

“What do you want me to say, Henry?”

“How do you think she feels about you?”

“I think she likes me.”

Henry brought his hands together. Now they were getting somewhere. “You think she likes you, huh?”

Mike took an extra few seconds to answer, knowing Henry wanted details.

“Yep.”

Under the hood, he smiled, thinking, This is great!

“Mmm,” Henry said. Oh, this guy thinks he’s so slick, but there’s more than one way to get answers. “Well, listen, I was wondering if you two would like to head out on the boat next weekend with Emma and me.”

“Next weekend?”

“Yeah. I figure we’ll do a little fishing, have a few beers. It’ll be fun.”

“I think we might be able to work that out.”

Henry raised his eyebrows. Little brother thinks he’s a big shot now, he thought. Funny what getting a girlfriend will do.

“Try not to sound so thrilled,” he grumbled.

“Hey, don’t get all flustered. I just meant that I had to check with Julie first.”

“Oh,” Henry said, “that makes sense.” And unfortunately, he thought, it did.

Henry stood beside Mike for another minute, but Mike didn’t so much as bother to pull his head out of the car. Finally Henry turned and headed to his office, thinking, Okay Mike, you’re in for it now. All I wanted was a little info, but no, you had to play the strong, silent type.

The only problem was, even after twenty minutes, he couldn’t think of anything he could do. He loved a good zinger, but fair was fair, and he wasn’t about to ruin things for his little brother.

I may be a weak man, he thought, but I’m not a mean one.

The Guardian

“I’m telling you, you’re practically glowing these days,” Mabel said.

“I am not. I’ve just been in the sun lately,” Julie answered.

They were in the salon, enjoying a lull between clients. Andrea was cutting hair at her station and carrying on a conversation about politics that was doomed as soon as she mentioned that she liked the current governor because “his hair looked nicer than the other guy’s.” The “other guy” she was referring to seemed irrelevant to her client; he hadn’t come for the conversation anyway.

“It ain’t the sun I’m talking about, and you know it.”

Julie reached for the broom and began sweeping the floor around her chair.

“Yes, Mabel, I know. You aren’t exactly the most subtle person I’ve ever met.”

“Why be subtle? It’s so much easier just to come out with it.”

“For you, maybe. We mortals are sometimes plagued by things like how we might be coming across to other people.”

“Darlin’, you can’t worry about stuff like that. Life’s too short. Besides, you like me, don’t you?”

“You’re one of a kind, that’s for sure.”

Mabel leaned toward her. “Then dish up.”

The Guardian

An hour later, Andrea’s latest client had finished up and left, leaving a tip big enough to cover the new Miracle Bra she’d had her eye on. In the past couple of weeks, she’d decided that her problem was that her chest wasn’t quite big enough to attract the right kind of guy, but the new bra would definitely help with that.

It would also help her feel a little better about herself. For the past week and all morning long, Mabel and Julie had been whispering to each other as if they were planning to rob the bank down the street, but even Andrea understood they were talking about Julie’s relationship with Mike. Not that they were willing to share anything other than the basics. So she’d kissed him? What’s the big deal? Andrea had been kissing boys since second grade, but Julie seemed to believe the whole thing was as romantic as the movie Pretty Woman.

And besides, Andrea thought, the thing with Mike was completely ridiculous. Mike or Richard? Come on, she told herself, the choice is obvious, even for a moron. Mike’s a nice guy, but he wasn’t Richard. Wasn’t even close to Richard. Richard had it all, and Mike? The big zip as far as sex appeal went. But Julie was as blind as an albino bat when it came to men.

If anything, Andrea thought, Julie should be talking to me. I could give her some serious pointers on how to fix the situation with Richard.

Just then the bell on the door jingled, and Andrea turned her head, thinking, Well, speak of the devil . . .

The Guardian

For a long moment, the salon was silent. Mabel had slipped out for a few minutes, and Julie’s client was heading out, too. Richard held the door for her as she left. He was wearing sunglasses, and when he turned back around, the reflection of her own features when he faced her left Julie with an odd, sinking feeling in her stomach. Singer sat up on the blanket.

“Richard,” Julie said.

The word came out tentatively.

“Hello, Julie. How are you?”

There was no reason to be rude, but she didn’t feel like exchanging pleasantries, either. Though she didn’t mind bumping into Richard now and then, since it was inevitable in a small town, she wasn’t sure she wanted him to keep coming here. It was one thing for their meetings to be accidental, it was completely another to know that she’d continue seeing him regularly, and she didn’t want to do anything to encourage him. She certainly didn’t want a repeat of their meeting at the grocery store.

“What’s up?” she asked instead.

Richard slipped off his sunglasses and smiled. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “I was hoping that you had time to cut my hair. It’s about that time again.”

Wondering if that was his only reason for coming, she scanned her appointment book, already knowing what she’d find. She began shaking her head.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can fit it in-I’m pretty busy today. My next appointment is in a few minutes, and after that, I have a color job to do, and they can take a long time.”

“I guess I should have made an appointment, huh?” he said.

“Sometimes I can work people in, but today I just don’t have the time.”

“I see.” He glanced away. “Well, since I’m already here, maybe we could set something up. How about Monday?”

She flipped the page, again knowing what she’d find.

“I’m booked solid then, too. Mondays are always busy. That’s when the regulars come in.”

“Tuesday?”

This time, she didn’t need to look. “I’m only working half a day. I’ve got some things to take care of in the afternoon.”

Richard closed his eyes slowly, then opened them again, as if asking, So this is how it’s going to be, huh? However, he didn’t turn to leave. Sensing the tension between them, Andrea stepped back from her chair.

“I can do it, sugar,” she said. “I’ve got a little time.”

After a moment, Richard took a small step backward, still holding Julie’s eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, “that’ll be fine.”

Andrea tugged at her miniskirt, glanced in the mirror, then led the way.

“C’mon, sugar. Let’s go to the back. I need to wash your hair first.”

“Sure. Thank you, Andrea.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him her best Christmas smile, thrilled by the way her name sounded on his lips.

The Guardian

“What was he doing there?” Mike asked. As soon as he’d seen Richard leave the salon-Mike had a tendency to stare in the salon’s direction whenever he had a spare minute, if only to imagine what Julie was doing right then-he’d hurried over, and Julie went outside to meet him.

“He came in for a haircut.”

“Why?”

“Well, that’s what we do in the salon.”

He gave her an impatient glance, and she went on. “Oh, don’t make this into something it wasn’t. I barely talked to him. Andrea cut his hair, not me.”

“But he wanted you to do it, right? Even though you broke it off with him?”

“That I can’t deny. But I think he got the impression that I’d rather not see him anymore, even at work. I wasn’t mean about it, but I’m sure he got the message.”

“Well . . . good,” he said. He paused. “He does realize that you’re . . . you know, seeing me, right?”

Instead of answering, she reached for his hand. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Of course you are. But don’t worry, I think you’re cute all the time. See you tonight?”

For the first time since he’d spotted Richard, Mike felt himself relax a little. “I’ll be there,” he said.

The Guardian

When Julie went back into the shop a few minutes later, Andrea was already working again, though her face was still flushed from her time with Richard. It was the first time, Julie realized, that she’d ever seen Andrea look nervous around a man. And good for her. Andrea deserved someone employed for once, though she couldn’t imagine her sticking with someone like that for long. Julie had the strange suspicion she’d get bored with it rather quickly.