One Hundred & Thirty-Six
Ally’s [POV]
I ran through the cabin and out the front door. My fingers shook as I got in the car and tried to get my
keys in the ignition. I saw more sparks through the trees and the fireworks floated higher into the sky with each explosion.
The white made a crinkly fuzzing sound that made my skin crackle in reaction.
Another heart speared the sky.
Then a succession of three.
For all of us?
The family we made?
The red and white shimmered as my eyes burned. I slammed my car into drive and hit the winding road with a scatter of dirt and gravel in my wake. The lake never felt so big as it did tonight. In my head, I knew it was a mere seven minutes into town. Thirteen years of traveling these roads had left an imprint. I could probably drive them blindfolded.
Good thing since my eyes kept filling and glancing up to the sparkles and hearts dotting the sky.
“I’m coming.” I didn’t realize I’d said it aloud until my voice wavered. Sureness filled my chest and my heart pounded in my head, echoing in every nerve of my body.
I finally turned onto the main street and slammed the heel of my hand on the steering wheel at the line of cars. Some were leaving the park, but others were simply sitting there in awe of the light show. The lake held fireworks for the Fourth and sometimes Labor Day, but it was pretty rare. They were expensive and the restrictions were a headache.
I only knew it because I’d stupidly signed up to help with one of the celebrations. Sage was a joiner and a pleaser. Watching her flounder during the Fourth of July preparations a few years ago prompted me to help. Never again. Small towns were full of way too many helpful hands that never ended up doing anything but complain.
No thanks.
I’d rather volunteer to babysit a dozen three-year-olds.
And right about now, I’d empty my bank account to get rid of every car on the road. I looked around for a place to park, but of course, that wasn’t going to happen either. My fingers ached from squeezing my steering wheel in frustration.
I rolled down my window and looked for a break in the line of cars to get to a side street at least. I slapped the side of my old car when the hearts started slowing in the sky. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t paying attention. I scanned the people on the sidewalks. I was about ready to scream for help from sixteen-year-old Madison Kohl when a familiar laugh floated my way.
Sage.
I twisted and turned to look for her familiar flyaway blond hair and my mouth dropped at the bouncing curls that swung down a woman’s back. A woman with more curves than I’d ever seen in Crescent Cove.
Sage was talking to the new teacher, Mike London. And had she just tossed her hair over her shoulder?
“Sage?”
She twirled at my call and then slapped her bare thighs.
Sweet hello, was she wearing Daisy Dukes?
“Finally! Where the hell have you been?” She turned back to Mike. “Um, sorry. I didn’t mean to curse, Mr. London.”
“Mike.”
“Right, Mike.” Sage’s voice was unusually breathy. Her sunny smile lit up her face and Mike’s eyes glazed over.
Of course, half of that was probably the minuscule strappy tanktop Sage was wearing that showed off just how generous God had been when stacking her deck. Jeeze.
“Can you come over here?”
Sage glanced up and down the street before she carefully picked her way over the cobblestones of the sidewalk to the asphalt in her espadrilles with the navy ribbons climbing up her ankle to calf. “Are you cock-blocking me?”
“I’d have to have a cock, Sage.”
“Oh, right.” She huffed out a breath. “You know what I mean.”
I slammed my car into the park. I knew I was going to regret asking, but I just had to know. “What the heck are you wearing?”
“Oh.” She frowned. “Don’t you like it?”
“You look hot as hell, girlfriend.”
She smiled. “Well, thank you. Just something I found in my closet.”
“You did not find that in your closet.”
Sage gave a long sigh. “All right, it was a store in Laurel. This isn’t exactly the kind of thing you can buy in Kinleigh’s”
That was for sure. But if Kinleigh got a look at the outfit, she might make some changes to her little shop. “Can you drive for me?”
“What?” Sage looked over her shoulder at Mike and wiggled her fingers. “Just a sec,” she called out.
He waved and then slid his fingers into his thick black hair.
“Isn’t he dreamy?”
I blinked and peered around her, then back at Sage. “For real?”
“I mean he’s cute right?”
“Um…” I honestly hadn’t looked at anyone since Seth in so long it felt foreign to look at a man objectively. “I guess.”
“You guess? Do you see how he fills out a pair of jeans? I mean he’s from Texas first of all and then he wears honest-to-God cowboy boots. The kind that is broken in because he rides real horses. I mean just wow.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “I’m sorry. Can I be the altruistic best friend tomorrow? I need your help.”
“Of course. I’m sorry. I’m just not even paying attention. All these blasted hormones are messing me up. That’s why I’m on the hunt. I figure I gotta get this virgin thing done. How else am I going to breathe in this town? All the lovey stuff with you and Seth. I mean he did those fireworks for you, you know?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I know. I’m trying to go find him. But…” I waved at the traffic snaking down Main Street and around the park.
“Oh.” She grabbed my door handle and hauled me out of the car. “Of course. Honestly, that man finally is listening and you went MIA. You two are going to be the death of me.”
“You had something to do with this?”
“Well, not exactly. I just told him that he’d have to be knocked over the head before he did something really special to let you know how much he loves you.”
My eyes filled again and I blinked the tears away. I simply didn’t have time for them. The sky was smoky with the aftermath of the fireworks, but they were getting few and far between. “Well, I hope so.”
“Oh, girl. He does. How can you even question it?”
“I’ll remind you of this conversation when you’ve got real hearts in your eyes, not just the lusting kind.”
Sage blushed and fussed with the strap of her tiny tank top. “He is dreamy. But we’re not here to talk about Mike London. Go get that big hunk of real estate before he turtles again.”
“You do have a way with words, Sage.”
She bumped me out of the way and slid behind the wheel of my old car. “Go on.”
I looked up at the sky, then to the pier. There was only one place that would allow for that kind of fireworks. “Can I have my bag?”
“Right.” Sage leaned over and hauled my backpack onto her lap. “Good, Lord.”
“It’s my life.”
She handed it through the window. “Now go get him.”
I grinned. “Thanks, Sage.”
“I didn’t do anything. He had all the bright ideas, I just told him to get with the program. Just like I’ve been telling you.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Actually, as of late, she’d been lamenting how stupid Seth was, but it was just easier to nod. I took off across the street and through the grassy hill that lead to the path around the lake to the park.
My heart raced inside my chest as a single heart speared the darkness. My legs pumped and I was eternally grateful for my sneakers right then. They squeaked as I rounded the bend and the gazebo and lights came into view.
So close.
Don’t lose patience with me now.
A stitch lanced my side and I slowed to a fast walk. I was not a runner by any means. I could hike for days, but speed was not my thing.
I stared up at the star-strewn sky as sulfur and smoke burned my nostrils. Please, just one more.
The pop and whistle of a single flame
speared the sky. And there was a huge purple heart shining in the sky over the lake. A lonely boat was tethered to one of the fishing docks off the shore. Two men stood on the little steel deck.
But only one mattered.
The tall, broad shoulders of Seth beside the short burly man. They were arguing. Only snatches of conversation came across with the wind as it kicked up. Seth was shoving his hands into his hair and pacing the tiny space.
I dropped my bag as I got to the end of the pier.
Relief bubbled up inside me and out on a sobbing laugh.
“Seth!”
The wind had kicked up and the boats along the pier were slamming around. There was no recognition. Just more of Seth stalking around with his phone to his ear.
I dug into my bag, but I couldn’t find my phone in all the clothes and books inside.
I stood up again and climbed onto the lower rungs of the rail enclosing the lookout end of the pier. I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled his name again, but the wind was too strong and just kept snatching my voice.
I turned around and saw people at the other end of the pier. Some I knew, some I wanted to forget. But so many of them-and they were all voices I needed right now.
I jumped and waved. When Brad, one of Seth’s best friends, broke off from the group, I quickly motioned him closer. “Can you help him hear me?”
Nodding, Brad waved people up from the gazebo to the wide pier that jutted out of the park. Our entire class-or what was left of it at this late hour-came tromping toward me.
My eyes burned as everyone came to help. People I’d barely spoken to in my myriad of classes started jumping, shouting, and waving. Girls, I recognized, and others I didn’t were jumping up and down like manic puppies.
Brad slung an arm around my shoulders and hauled me in close. He was a bit rounder than I remembered from school, but he was still one of Seth’s sweetest friends.
Jessica, the head of the cheer squad, was clutching my hand. “I can’t believe how romantic this is. Is this man for real?”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Yeah, he is.”
She sighed. “You’re so lucky. I don’t think my husband has ever done anything like this for me. Like ever.”
One last firework whistled into the night sky and the white sparks illuminated Seth’s body.
I yelled his name and the crowd around me parroted it behind me.
Finally, Seth turned around on the small dock and held his arms out. He tipped his head back and did a fist-punch into the air a la Bender from Breakfast Club and I laughed.
Jessica squealed in my ear and then started hopping around with the other cheerleaders. Brad slapped me on the back as Seth jumped into his boat and headed my way.
My heart raced as I picked up my bag and made my way through the dozens of people. The guys from his lacrosse team started chanting Seth’s name and laughter thundered over the lake.
I took a shaky step onto one of the docks lining the right side and waited for him to come to me.