The Hypotenuse Of Love Kate Sweeney
The Hypotenuse of Love © 2014 by Kate Sweeney All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.
ISBN 13: 978-1-935216-64-3 First Printing: 2014 This Trade Paperback Is Published By Intaglio Publications Walker, LA USA
www.intagliopub.com This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. _______________________________________________ Credits Executive Editor: Tara Young Cover design by Tiger Graphics
Chapter 1 Perched behind the tall potted plant was a brilliant idea. From this hidden vantage point, Charlotte could clearly see the woman at table six. As she bit her bottom lip, she considered her options. The object of her musings must have been a creature of habit—this was where she sat whenever she came to the restaurant. The woman was certainly attractive in an aloof sort of way, Charlotte thought while still watching the woman alternate between drinking her ice water and leafing through some paperwork. Aloof or not, Charlotte thought with a smile, it didn’t matter because if what Nan had told her was right, this woman was perfect. This was the best idea she ever had. “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Nan whispered behind her. “Don’t do that!” Charlotte whirled around, holding on to the plant. “Table ten wants another bottle of wine, Charlotte,” Nan hissed as she grabbed a carafe of ice water. “What are you doing behind a plant, you dizzy blonde?” She followed Charlotte’s gaze and rolled her eyes. “I mean it. It’s a bad idea. You should forget it. You’ve seen her in here before. She doesn’t look like your type.” “Oh, I don’t want that,” she insisted while surreptitiously watching the woman. “Then why…?” Nan frowned in confusion, then her eyes widened. “Charlotte Darcy, that’s even worse. You can’t possibly be thinking what I think you’re thinking.” A nanosecond passed as both women drew blank looks. Nan quickly recovered. “If Nick sees you standing around, he’ll fire you, and you can’t afford it. Now stop playing,” she said over her shoulder while scurrying to her table. Charlotte pulled a face at her retreating figure. She turned around, and of course, Nick, the owner, stood there glaring at her. She grinned sheepishly. “Hi, Nick.” “What you doing?” he asked in his broken English. “I doing nothing.” “Exactly.” He was about to expound just as a customer walked up to the cash register. He rang up the bill and smiled. “Thank you, and please come again.” Charlotte waited until the customer walked away before she quickly said, “Give me table six.” The big Greek narrowed his eyes at his impetuous server. “Why?” he asked cautiously. “It is not like you to ask for a specific table. You usually take more than you could handle. You are oddball but a good server. Now tell me what goes on in that brain.” “Nothing.” He raised an eyebrow and nodded. “On this we can agree.” “Oh, just give it to me,” she insisted. He reluctantly handed her the ticket. “You scare away another customer, Charlotte, and—” Charlotte rolled her eyes and grabbed the ticket. “I know. No soup for me.” “What soup?” Charlotte waved him off and scooted off to table six. The woman, engrossed in her reading, did not appear to notice her. Charlotte gently cleared her throat once; when she nearly let out a barking cough, the woman looked up. Charlotte looked down into cool blue eyes. This may work. Here goes nothing, she thought hopefully. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. The woman shook her head. “Not right now, thanks. Water’s fine.” “Not a problem. Do you know what you want or do you need a few minutes?” “Give me a few, if you don’t mind,” the woman said absently as she concentrated on the pages in front of her.
“I don’t mind at all,” Charlotte said, sounding like Marilyn Monroe—that might have been overkill. She waited for the response. When all she got was a vague “thanks,” she walked away dejected, yet undeterred. This will not be easy, Charlotte thought as she stood by the server station. Nan walked up to the computer and entered her selections while glancing at Charlotte, which Charlotte tried to ignore. She readied herself for the motherly confrontation that was sure to follow. “What’s the matter, Romeo?” Charlotte chuckled then. She loved Nan. They became fast friends when she started at the restaurant. Nan was older and certainly wiser and took Charlotte under her wing. They spent many an evening after closing hours sitting at the bar, trying to figure out how to save the world and life’s woes while counting their tips, which was one of life’s woes. It was at times a vicious circle. “I’m telling you, Nan, that’s not what I want from her.” “And I’ve told you to get that idea out of your head. It can only lead to trouble. And why isn’t that what you want from her? She’s attractive in a nerdy kinda way. Look how she pushes her glasses up on her nose. Kinda endearing.” She stopped and sported a smug grin. “What’s the matter? Too normal for you? Still like the bad girls, eh?” Charlotte watched the woman while ignoring her friend’s comments, truthful as they were. “Do you know anything about her at all?” “Only what I told you. Now get back to work,” Nan said and went back to her table. Charlotte watched until she saw the woman looking for her. “Here goes.” It was hard to walk like a sultry vixen while trying to avoid the scurrying busboy and weaving her way around the tables. She nearly threw a hip out for no reason because by the time she stood by the table, the woman was still leafing through her work, seemingly unaware of Charlotte—again. “Ready to order?” “Yes. I’d like the salmon, vegetables, no potatoes. Salad, no onions, no dressing, just a lemon wedge. Bread with olive oil, no butter.” She thought for a moment. “No, skip the bread, please.” She patted her stomach absently. “Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about eating bread.” Charlotte scribbled it all down and gave her best seductive smile once again. And once again, she got irritated when she received no response. “Anything for dessert?” “No, thanks.” The woman then concentrated on her reading. Though by now she would have at least known the woman’s name, Charlotte was undaunted. She came back with the salad and set it in front of the woman. “Homework?” She motioned to the paperwork. The woman chuckled. “Somewhat. I’m working on a paper for the university.” She picked up the salad fork and wiped it on the linen napkin. Charlotte watched as she rotated the salad plate clockwise in a onequarter turn. After she examined the fork, she held it up to Charlotte. “Could I have a clean fork, please?” Charlotte took the fork, which was clean. “Certainly.” Hmm, quirky, Charlotte thought. “You must be a student. You look too young to be a teacher,” Charlotte said in a low voice and waited. “I am a teacher, and you need glasses,” she said and looked up with a grin. Charlotte laughed sarcastically but continued. “You can’t be serious. You’re in tremendous shape and —” “May I have some fresh ground pepper?” she asked as she pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. Charlotte closed her mouth. “Of course. I’ll be right back,” she said dryly and pasted on a smile. As Charlotte brought her dinner out to her, along with a new place setting, the woman set her napkin in her lap. She glanced at the new set of silverware. “I just needed the fork. Are you being sarcastic?” For an instant, Charlotte was stumped as she looked at the table. “Oh, no, no. I just figured if one fork
wasn’t clean, perhaps the others weren’t, as well. I was just being on the safe side.” She smiled down at the woman. “I can see what you mean, though, but I truly meant nothing by it.” The woman smiled grudgingly. “No, I’m sorry. I’ve been told I’m a little—” “Quirky?” “Among other things.” She laughed and looked up at Charlotte. There was a moment of silence before she cleared her throat. Charlotte could have been mistaken, but she thought she saw a faint smile cross the woman’s lips. “Can I get you anything else?” The woman raised an eyebrow. “I’ll have a glass of white wine now, if you don’t mind,” she said, still keeping eye contact. “Certainly. Would you like to see the wine list or…?” The woman waved her off. “Surprise me. Thanks.” She then examined her notes as she started eating her dinner. Charlotte ordered a glass of chardonnay from the bartender. He smiled when he set it down. “What’s the matter, gorgeous? You seem a little distracted. More than usual, I mean.” “I’m not usually distracted, Dean.” She glared when he laughed. “I’m not. And how many times have I told you to quit flirting? I’m gay.” Dean shrugged. “A guy can dream.” He leaned over on the bar. “And I think it’s your artistic proclivity —” “Proclivity? You’ve been reading again. I told you what will happen if you keep that up. You might become enlightened.” “Would you find me attractive then?” “You’re attractive now,” she said, picking up the glass of wine. She laughed when he looked stunned. “You don’t get it, do you? Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t see. And if you’d quit treating women like your next meal, you might have more nice girls at the bar. You’ve got everything going for you. You’re young, attractive, got a good job.” While she rambled, Dean’s eyes widened as he looked behind her; he shook his head quickly and wiped the bar. “Don’t shake your head. I’m serious…” “About what?” Nick asked from behind her. Charlotte cringed as she picked up the glass of wine. She saw the “I tried to warn you” look from Dean. “Charlotte was just telling me about the chardonnay we should order,” Dean said quickly. “Thanks, Charlotte.” “No problem,” Charlotte said and scooted around her skeptical boss. Charlotte set the glass of wine down at table six. “Here you go. I hope you enjoy it.” The woman looked up and smiled. “Thanks.” “Anything else?” “No, I’m fine.” “If you need anything, you know where to find me,” she said in a low voice. When the woman merely nodded, concentrating on her food, Charlotte just walked away. “You have other tables,” Nan said as she passed. “Oh, I know.” Charlotte waited her other tables, while watching table six. When she had finished her meal, Charlotte took the plate away. “Sure you don’t want dessert?” “No, just coffee and the check, thanks.” Charlotte brought her coffee and the check. “You know, I’ve seen you in here before. I’m amazed I
never got your table. I hope you enjoyed the meal.” “I did, thanks,” the woman said absently. Charlotte dejectedly walked back to the server station; Nan soon joined her. “Well?” “Well what?” Charlotte asked sourly as she watched the woman walk out with her briefcase and along with it, Charlotte’s hope. “I take it you didn’t ask.” Nan counted her money. “No. There was a moment when I thought I might.” Charlotte watched her walk down the busy street and out of sight. Charlotte turned to Nan. “But you said she was a teacher, right?” “Yes, for the millionth time.” “Okay. She said she was working on a paper for the university. I wonder which one.” Nan raised an eyebrow. “Would it matter?” “I guess not. But it would be nice if it was someplace like Yale or Harvard.” Nan gave her a disturbed look. “Yes, because both universities are in Chicago.” Charlotte laughed. “You know what I mean.” She let out a dejected sigh and leaned against the wall. Nan watched her, then shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this when every cell in my body tells me otherwise. See that older gentleman at the bar? With the beard.” Charlotte scanned the bar and found the only man with a beard. “Turtleneck sweater? Who is he? Aw, hell, he’s leaving.” “Doesn’t matter. Diane said he knows your gal.” “How does Diane know?” Charlotte asked; she got her enthusiasm back in a hurry. “He walked in with her last week, but they went to separate tables. Well, he went to the bar.” Nan shrugged. Charlotte reached out and held Nan’s arm. “Nan…?” Nan sighed. “Let me get rid of this table. I’ll talk to Diane. When she’s done with her table,” Nan added in a stern voice. “Which is what you need to do, as well, you nut.” ******* For the next hour or so, Charlotte couldn’t focus on her tables. She set the plate of chicken in front of a confused gentleman. “I didn’t order this,” he said, looking at the dish. “It’s chicken,” Charlotte said, glancing at table six. “I know what it is. I’m not blind. I ordered that,” he said slowly, pointing to the lamb chops in her other hand. “Chicken, lamb. It’s all Greek to me.” Charlotte let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Sorry.” And much later when she brought the flaming Greek cheese dish to the wrong table and called out, “Opa!” as was customary with the dish, she scared the hell out of the unsuspecting customers. She couldn’t put out the flames quick enough with the squeeze of lemon. “No opa?” she asked, holding the smoldering appetizer. She slowly backed away from the table. She didn’t even look at Nick. She knew she’d have little in the way of tips that evening—she was lucky if she had a job. Nan gave her a motherly glare as they met her at the computer. “Are you insane?” Nan whispered, looking around for Nick. “Do you want to get fired?” “Oh, they’re fine. It’s not like I set them on fire.” “Close enough. I saw the poor scared woman reach for her water glass.” “Well, I think Dmitri douses that cheese with an entire bottle of brandy just for that effect.” In spite of the situation, they both laughed. “When you yelled opa, I nearly wet my pants. Did you see me waving at you? I knew you had the wrong table.” Charlotte snorted with laughter. “I never saw you. Hell, but Nick did. His eyes bugged out of his head
so far, he looked like a cartoon character.” Nan sighed. “You’re insane.” “I know. So, okay, I saw you talking to Diane. Tell me.” “You’re like a dog with a bone.” Nan quickly finished her ticket. “Her name is Parker Englewood. She’s a professor. At least Diane thinks she is. Teaches philosophy or something at the University of Chicago. It’s not Harvard, but I think prestigious enough for your ridiculous idea. She lives in Wrigleyville and is an avid Cubs fan. She’s been coming here off and on for six months now,” Nan said. “And I think you should drop this whole thing.” “Oh, keep still. You don’t understand,” Charlotte grumbled childishly. Nan shook her head. “The problem is, I do, and you’re nuts,” she scolded and kissed her forehead. She watched the determined look in the deep brown eyes and sighed. “I’m going to regret telling you this, but she works out at Harrison’s Gym on Belmont. Diane overheard them talking about how she worked out in the mornings before her classes at eight o’clock.” Charlotte’s eyes lit up and kissed the older woman on the cheek. “Thanks, Nan. And I’m not nuts!” “Oh, yes, you are.” Nan grabbed the coffeepot and walked away.
Chapter 2 Harrison’s Gym was crowded, but Charlotte spotted her right away. Parker Englewood was on some horribly painful-looking contraption. Charlotte may have been intent on her mission, but she couldn’t help but notice the rippling back muscles through the black tank top and the powerful thighs through the black Lycra shorts. “May I help you?” a woman’s voice called out. Charlotte whirled around and took off her sunglasses. “I’m interested in becoming a member, but I’d just like to try a couple machines if you don’t mind,” she whispered. The woman strained to hear her; she shook her head. “Go right ahead. We have a free day trial, so you can try any of the machines and see which ones you like.” The woman hesitated for a moment. “Do you need help?” “Why? Do I look like it?” A wave of paranoia rippled through her. She wasn’t being sarcastic; she had never set foot inside a health club before, and she didn’t want to look out of place. She even wore her best pair of sweatpants, baggy as they were. All the sudden, she did feel like a newbie as she looked at the sea of spandex and she in her best gray Target sweats. The woman laughed. “Not at all. If you need anything, I’ll be around,” she said and walked away. Charlotte took a deep breath and sauntered over to some machine that was close to the professor. She had no clue what the machine was for, but it had a bench; it looked flimsy, but she sat down anyway. With that out of the way, she tried to look like she knew what she was doing, which wasn’t going to be easy. She put her arms through the padded armrest and pulled her arms toward the middle of her body. Well, she tried to pull them. The machine wouldn’t budge. She took a deep breath and tried again, nearly bursting a blood vessel. Geezus, she thought as she glanced at another woman on a similar machine. She was really going to town. Maybe my machine is broken, Charlotte thought and tried again; she could almost feel her impending heart attack, and flatulence. When she realized the latter just might happen, she stopped. She wondered if Nan was kidding when she said there were more heart attacks in a health club than— “You have too much weight on there.” Charlotte looked up to see Parker Englewood standing there with a towel around her neck. “Oh, well, hello.” Charlotte was pleased with her tone of amazement mixed with nonchalance. “I didn’t know you frequented this gym.” “Really?” Parker raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. “Yes. For some time now. I don’t recall ever seeing you here.” “I actually came here for the free day trial to see if I like this facility or not. I’m not used to the machines here.” “This is an older machine. Not many use it.” Parker hid her grin and nodded. “Well, let’s take a little weight off and see if that helps before you tear your cornea.” She walked behind the machine and adjusted it. “Try it now.” Charlotte cringed with embarrassment as she pulled the apparatus. It moved slightly. It still took her a great deal of stifled groaning to pull her arms in front of her chest, but she did it. “Much. Better,” Charlotte said through clenched teeth. “This is what I’m used to.” Charlotte tried to say this calmly; it came out in a heavy wheeze. Suddenly, the flatulent scenario came to mind; the muscles in her arm began to quiver. She felt that other certain muscle begin to…well, it was coming, and terror rippled through her when she realized she may not be able to stop it. In the back of her mind, she now knew what her Aunt Betty meant when she laughed too hard she tooted. Her Uncle Hank said it wasn’t tooting—more like Louis Armstrong hitting a
high C. With the farting scenario etched firmly in her mind, all strength left her and her arms flew back. The weights hit with a thunderous clang, and all heads shot up in her direction. Thank God that was all that happened, Charlotte thought. She had no idea how many muscles there were in her ass, but every one of them were clenched. “Good Lord.” Parker ran her fingers over her mouth to bite off the guffaw of laughter. She walked around to see the red face and hear the heavy breathing. “I don’t like these machines myself.” Parker offered her hand as she helped Charlotte untangle her upper limbs, saving them from certain dislocation. “Easy there. One limb at a time.” “Yes, I’m fully assembled. I’d hate to leave something behind.” With a grunt, Charlotte stood. “Well, they’re not what I’m used to.” “What are you used to?” “Well…” There was a moment of silence, just like the previous night. However, this moment was much more awkward. “Day off at the restaurant?” Parker asked. “I don’t work the breakfast shift. Oh, by the way, thank you for the generous tip last night.” When Charlotte saw the arched eyebrow, she quickly continued. “No sarcasm. I mean it. It was a large tip. Thank you again.” Parker shrugged. “Well, I asked you to surprise me with a glass of wine, and you didn’t bring me the most expensive. I appreciated it,” she said and wiped her face with the towel. There was another moment of silence. Charlotte could feel Parker watching her as she wiped her neck. “So do you want to tell me why you’re really here?” Charlotte shot her an incredulous look. “I told you.” “Hmm. So you did.” Parker looked into her eyes and grinned. Charlotte tried to be indignant, but she knew she was caught and there was no way out. “Can I buy you a protein bar?” Parker asked. “Or should we try another machine?” Charlotte glared but saw the wisp of a smile and relented. “Might as well eat something,” she said in a dejected voice. ******* They sat at a table in the balcony that overlooked the patrons below. Parker watched her as she drank the bottle of juice. What an odd woman, she thought. She tried not to laugh as she recalled the sight of this woman who nearly dislocated her shoulder on that machine. “Parker Englewood.” She offered her hand, which Charlotte took. “Charlotte Darcy,” she said with a nervous laugh as they shook hands. They sat in silence for a moment while Charlotte ate the protein bar, which was surprisingly good. There might be something to this healthy business. “I thought this would taste like cardboard.” Parker grinned. “Some of them do, believe me.” She glanced at the bottle of juice. “And this is…?” “It replaces the electrolytes in your body,” Parker added, “after such a strenuous workout.” Charlotte looked up and saw Parker’s lips twitch once again. She laughed quietly and took a drink. “So where were we?” “You were about to tell me why you’re here.” “I was?” Charlotte saw the resolute look and quickly sat forward. Now or never, she thought. “Okay, here’s the deal…” “There’s a deal?” Parker stopped as she got the juice bottle to her mouth; she waited patiently for Charlotte to continue.
“I have a proposition for you,” Charlotte continued, leaning her elbows on the table. “A proposition?” Parker said slowly. “Pardon me. I don’t usually sound like a parrot. But that was not what I was expecting.” Charlotte tilted her head. “What were you expecting?” “I’m not sure.” She sat back cautiously and waited. “Good. I need you to keep an open mind. Do you have an open mind?” “I’d like to think so.” “Wonderful. Okay, here goes. I need you for the weekend,” Charlotte blurted out. Parker blinked. “Need me?” she repeated cautiously. “Yes.” “I know this will seem like a crazy question. But ‘need me’ in what manner?” “You have a sense of humor—” “I have a feeling it will come in handy.” Charlotte saw the worried look now and quickly continued before she lost her nerve—and her weekend partner. “You see, well, I’m going to this wedding, and well… God, this is going to sound so stupid,” she said and sat back. Parker was now completely intrigued. “I’m sure it will, but give it your best shot,” she gently prodded. She watched as Charlotte took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her unruly short hair. Parker regarded her warily; she didn’t know this woman at all. For all she knew, she could be insane. She surreptitiously looked around for the closest exit. “My ex is getting married, and she’s marrying my cousin,” Charlotte started. “Congratulations.” Parker didn’t mean it to sound like a question. “Whatever. I…well, you see, my cousin and I, well… My ex is…” Parker winced, trying to decipher the cryptic message. “You’re gay, right?” Charlotte looked Parker in the eyes. Parker’s mouth dropped at the abrupt left turn. “Uh. Y-yes, but…” “Thank God.” Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t have to explain too much.” Parker took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes in confusion. “Perhaps just enough to know what in the world you’re talking about. Explain what?” She tiredly pinched the bridge of her nose, then returned safely behind her glasses. “Well, that my ex is marrying my cousin, who is also a woman…” she continued slowly, “they’re gay.” “Yeah, that I get. Go on.” “We’ve had an ongoing feud since we were kids.” “You and your ex or you and your cousin?” Parker assumed it was a logical question, but by the exasperated look she got from her new friend, Parker was alone with this notion. “Okay, let me explain.” “Novel idea.” Parker took a drink from the bottle. “Shall I get a pen and paper?” “No, you seem smart enough. Carol, that’s my cousin, was always bragging, always saying, ‘I’m better at softball. I’m better with women. You’re a loser. You can’t keep a girlfriend. I went to a big college, you went to some little school…ooh, I’m so smart, and ooh, you’re so dumb. I got an A in chemistry, and you set the lab on fire.’ That’s all I’ve heard since I was ten!” Parker listened, knowing she gave Charlotte an odd look, though Charlotte seemed not to notice as she rambled through her tirade, which Parker now missed. “You set a chemistry lab on fire?” “Janet, that’s my ex, had an affair with Carol, who seduced Janet. I just know it. And now they’re getting married in Galena, and they invited me to the wedding. Can you believe that?” Charlotte’s voice raised an octave with each sentence. She looked at Parker in disbelief and waited. “Uh, no. No, I can’t,” Parker answered obediently, fearing the wrong answer would set this odd
dynamo into another tirade. A thought then struck Parker. “You can have a gay marriage in Illinois now, right?” “That’s your question?” she begged helplessly. “I’m sorry. Perhaps this will be a better one. You set a chem lab on fire?” “No, well…no. Big picture here, please.” “I’m no expert,” Parker said slowly, “but I think that could easily be a very important part of this picture.” Parker chuckled quietly and shrugged her apology. “Ms. Darcy, may I ask you a question?” “Sure,” Charlotte said sadly and sat back. “But not about the lab fire.” Parker noticed the childish posture. “Why are you going?” she asked tentatively. Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Because if I don’t, then I look like I’m too hurt to go. I will not give them the satisfaction. Besides, everyone in the family will be there. Carol always made me feel stupid and worthless when I was a kid, and I won’t feel like that again,” she said angrily. Parker didn’t want to belabor the issue, so she got back to the original statement. “All right. I was never good at math, but I think I’ve put two and two together, although I hesitate to assume…” Charlotte bit her bottom lip and glanced at Parker. “Well, as I said, I have a proposition for you.” She leaned in again, her deep brown eyes twinkling with mischief, which Parker deduced was not a good sign. Parker leaned back once again, fear rippling through her. “I’ve never had a panic attack, however…” “Don’t be pessimistic. Okay, here’s the deal. I’d like you to join me for the wedding. It’s on Saturday, so we’d leave Friday. The dinner is at seven on Friday. We stay for the wedding and the reception, then we leave Sunday. We stay at a nice little motel, separate rooms, of course. My treat!” Parker blinked several times, trying to register what this woman actually proposed. “Ms. Darcy…” “Charlotte…” “Charlotte—” “Or Lottie,” she chimed in with a grin. “Charlotte,” Parker said in a calm voice and fought the fleeting notion that she actually liked how her name sounded. “Surely, you’re not suggesting that I accompany you to this wedding. I…we…barely know each other…” “That’s the beauty of it. Trust me. I’ve thought a great deal about this...” “You see there.” Parker wagged her finger. “That’s what worries me.” “We don’t know each other, so there’s no sexual tension or anything,” she added and glanced at Parker for confirmation to which Parker nodded emphatically. “God, yes. I agree.” “You don’t have to sound so relieved.” Charlotte continued before Parker could say anything more and quickly got back on track. “And it’s only for two days. You don’t have anything planned for this weekend, do you?” “Ms. Dar—Charlotte…” “Do you?” “Well, no, I don’t, but…” “Great! See, this will be fun. Galena, Illinois, is gorgeous in the fall. Have you ever been?” “Well, no, I haven’t, but…” “Wonderful! You’ll get away for a couple days. See the fall colors. Take a nice drive in the country. What kind of car do you drive?” “A Jeep SUV, but…” Parker quickly lost any control she foolishly thought she had. “What color?” “B-black with gray interior. Charlotte…” “Ooh, that’s sleek. We’ll take your car, I’ll pay for gas. I have a beat-up ten-year-old Volvo. We’ll be more comfy in your car,” Charlotte said with a wide grin.
“Charlotte, this is really absurd. Honestly, I…” “You can’t be thinking of saying no.” “The thought did cross my mind. Actually, yes, I can. Can’t you see the absurdity?” Parker’s mouth was on the table as she stared at this blond nut. The look on Charlotte’s face told Parker this odd woman knew what she was thinking. “Just a little?” Charlotte laughed sadly and lowered her eyes. “I know. You think I’m a goofball. But I’m not insane, truly. You can ask any of my friends. I’m as sane as…well, I can’t think of anyone offhand, but I’m not crazy,” she said in a small voice. Parker took off her glasses and cleaned them on the napkin as she regarded Charlotte. “What do you do, Charlotte?” Charlotte looked up and gave her a curious look. “About what?” Parker laughed and shook her head. “Oh...” Charlotte laughed then, as well. “You know, I’m a waitress…” Parker shook her head. “Not for a living. What do you do in life?” “You mean philosophically?” “Well, not really…” Parker laughed nervously. “Good, because I haven’t the time or the strength for deep conversations about Friedrich Nietzsche right now.” Charlotte smiled. “Did I get the name right?” “Yes, you did. I’m impressed.” Parker smiled in spite of herself and the situation. “Say something philosophical.” Charlotte smiled; she sat back and waited. Parker seemed stumped for a moment. “Nietzsche said that which does not kill us makes us stronger.” Charlotte nodded thoughtfully. “Mark Twain said God created man because he was disappointed with the monkey.” Parker tilted her head slightly. “And what does that have to do with Nietzsche?” “Nothing. It just came to me.” Charlotte shrugged indifferently. “So back to your question.” “What question?” “I’m an artist, sculpture mostly,” she said almost shyly. “Sold anything?” Charlotte grunted. “I don’t sculpt for money,” she said indignantly and looked at Parker, who raised an eyebrow; Charlotte laughed. “I’ve only sold a couple pieces, but I’m working at it. It paid for my car,” she said proudly. “A ten-year-old Volvo?” “Hey. A Volvo is a great car no matter now old. So what do you do, Professor?” “Professor? You know I’m a professor?” Parker was unable to keep the surprised tone out of her voice. She grinned when the blush crept up Charlotte’s neck to her cheeks. “Please don’t tell me you’re a stalker. I’m afraid that would be a deal breaker.” “Oh, God, no. Please don’t think that. I, well, my friend Nan, I work with her. You’ve seen her at the restaurant. Well, she just heard…” Parker leaned in when Charlotte’s voice trailed off. “So what have you heard?” “Um…well, you teach philosophy at a university, and you live around here.” Charlotte shrugged and laughed nervously. “I sound boring. But it’s true, I teach at the University of Chicago.” “And you’re an avid Cubs fan.” “Well, I hope that’s not a deal breaker.” Charlotte laughed, seemingly happy Parker didn’t make a mad dash for the exit. For a moment or two, they were silent. Parker saw the faraway look in her soulful brown eyes. She really wasn’t doing anything for the weekend. What would she do? Work on this blasted paper? Dust her
loft? Sit and cry more over Gina? If it were possible to, that is. Parker Englewood hadn’t taken a daring chance in quite a while. As she watched this little goof biting at her bottom lip, every logical fiber in her body told her to run and not look back. However, the old Parker started to eke back into the foreground. She laughed inwardly and shook her head. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a dress for this shindig,” she said evenly. Charlotte’s head shot up in amazement. Parker’s grin faded when she noticed a lone tear that welled in her eye. Charlotte quickly blinked it back. “You can wear anything you want,” Charlotte said gratefully while holding up her juice bottle. Parker laughed and shook her head again and lifted her bottle, gently touching it to Charlotte’s. “I hope I don’t regret this.” “I hope you don’t, either.” “That’s not very reassuring,” Parker said cautiously. Charlotte laughed. “We’ll have fun. It’s only for a couple days. What could happen?” “I don’t know. What could happen?” When Charlotte laughed, fear once again rippled through her. “I’m serious. What could happen?” “Nothing,” Charlotte insisted through her laughter. Parker found herself chuckling along with her. Charlotte’s brown eyes sparkled; her laughter put her dimples on display. “Well, like you say, it’s only for a couple days,” Parker said. “I could use a change.” Charlotte sat back. “A break from the classroom?” Parker nodded. “A break from a lot of things.” Charlotte cocked her head, regarding Parker, which made Parker very self-conscious. “I’d ask what other things, but I don’t think you’d tell me.” She went on before Parker could answer. “Well, if I can give you a break from anything, then I’m glad I came along.” “You know, I am, too, in a way. Does that sound odd?” “Not for me. But then I’m told I do a lot of things out of the ordinary.” Parker smiled. “I’m told I don’t do enough. This could be serendipitous.” “Yes, it could.” For a moment, they looked at each other. Parker noticed once again Charlotte’s soft brown eyes she remembered from the night before in the restaurant. It was the first thing she noticed—that and her disheveled appearance. To be honest, it was the hair, Parker thought. It was short and wild—like Charlotte had shown so far. She had never met anyone quite like Charlotte Darcy. It was a refreshing change. She hoped. “Don’t look now, Parker, but that was a nice moment,” Charlotte said softly. Parker tilted her head. “You intrigue me, Charlotte. Your lack of common sense is amazing.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “I’m sorry,” Parker said with a laugh, “wrong choice of words. Inhibition would be more appropriate. You don’t seem to see the downside of much, do you?” Charlotte struck a thoughtful pose. “No, I guess I don’t. Does that bother you?” “Not really. I’m just not used to it.” Again, they regarded each other in silence. “So we leave Friday?” “Yes. It’s a long drive, and dinner is at seven.” “Should I know anything?” Parker asked. “About what?” Parker sighed. “Should I know anyone?” “Oh, oh.” Charlotte thought for a moment. “I have an idea. Why don’t we go to dinner tomorrow night?” “I have a better idea. How about tonight?”
“I have classes tonight. I’m sorry. We could go to dinner and discuss this in more detail. And get to know each other a little more. Oh, wait. Do you work tomorrow?” Charlotte grinned. “Yes, but I can get a friend to cover my shift. This is a good idea. But let’s not eat where I work, please.” Parker laughed. “I don’t blame you.” “Have you ever been to Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder?” “On Clark? I haven’t been there in ages.” “Great. How about I meet you there around five? It gets crowded early.” “I know. I always see the crowd outside.” Charlotte stood then. “Well, I’d better be going.” Parker stood, as well. “Aren’t you going to join the club?” “Ha, ha,” Charlotte said. “See you tomorrow.”
Chapter 3 Parker got to the restaurant early; she didn’t know why, but she felt rushed, which was so unlike her. Her days were usually calm and orderly. She had her classes all mapped out, and her syllabi for day and night classes were strictly adhered to. It was hard enough to hold some students’ attention, especially when discussing philosophical scenarios. Those discussions tended to go off on tangents, which was the purpose; it was philosophy, after all. But when their eyes glazed over while she talked about Friedrich Nietzsche or the Greeks, she’d revert to Thoreau, and for some reason, they came back down to earth and at least appeared to be listening. She nearly laughed out loud when she thought of Charlotte Darcy in one of her classes. It would be impossible to rein that woman in once she got on a roll. Thinking of her got Parker’s palms sweaty. She wiped them on the napkin before taking a drink of water. Then horrible thoughts ran through her mind. Have I made a huge mistake? What in the world was I thinking agreeing to this crazy idea of hers? She could be some escapee from a state institution. Does Cook County Hospital have a psychiatric ward? It does… Or worse, she could be not mentally incapacitated enough to be institutionalized, but just enough to…to what? Parker laughed and shook her head. “Get a hold of yourself, Parker,” she whispered. “Hi.” Parker looked up to see Charlotte standing next to her. “Hi.” Charlotte scooted up on the barstool. “Have you been waiting long?” She turned sideways to face Parker. “No, I got here a little early.” “Hmm,” Charlotte said thoughtfully. “You’re a punctual individual?” Parker laughed. “Yes, I suppose I am. What would you like to drink?” “A beer would be fine.” Parker hailed the bartender. After giving their drink order, Parker looked around the small restaurant. “It sure fills up fast.” “We can eat here at the bar if you like.” Charlotte smiled when the bartender put the glass of beer in front of her. He must have overheard them; he set the menus down, as well. “I haven’t been here in ages, but I love their pizza and salads.” Parker agreed. “We used to come here all the time.” She didn’t like the pensive tone in her voice; people tended to ask a question when one sounded sad or thoughtful. Parker was very grateful when Charlotte did not. “So tell me about yourself. You sculpt? Why that medium?” “Yes, I realized very early on I loved it. I was about ten, and I went out after it rained and played in the mud. I made a cat out of it.” Parker laughed. “I don’t know you well at all, but that doesn’t surprise me.” “I’m not that odd,” Charlotte said, looking at the menu. “I didn’t mean to imply…” Charlotte looked up then. “I know. You don’t know me very well, and what you do know so far has been…” “Quirky?” Parker offered. “That’s as good a word as any. So how about a salad and bread?” “Sounds fine,” Parker said, watching her. Charlotte Darcy had a delicate profile. Her complexion was clear and her features soft. And her lips… “You’re staring,” Charlotte said as she continued perusing the menu. Parker felt the color rush up her neck. “I’m sorry.”
She looked at Parker then and smiled. “Don’t be. I’m flattered. Unless you’re thinking I’m crazy. So tell me a little about you.” “Boring stuff, really. I grew up here, on the North Side. Went to Senn High School, then Northwestern.” “How did you wind up at the University of Chicago?” Charlotte asked, sipping her beer. The bartender approached them and took their order. Parker waited until he had walked away to answer Charlotte. “I went to grad school there and got my PhD, as well. They offered me a teaching position with the guarantee of publishing a paper every now and then. That’s what I was working on the other night.” “Pretty impressive.” Parker shrugged. “Not really. Just a lot of reading and research and an enormous amount of time in the library.” “I can imagine. I don’t think I could be that patient.” “I can imagine.” Charlotte laughed along with Parker. “So family? Love life?” Charlotte asked. “Or is that too personal?” Parker adjusted her glasses. “Just a little if you don’t mind. But suffice it to say, I’ve had my chances at love.” She toyed with her water glass and avoided Charlotte. “I’m not as open as you are.” “I’m sorry. I do tend to go off.” Parker looked up then. “No, no. I didn’t mean it that way at all. Don’t be sorry for how you are or who you are. You know, Socrates is often associated with the phrase ‘know thyself.’ It’s opened many a deep philosophical discussion. And, Charlotte, you seem…” “Didn’t he poison himself?” “Um, yes, but...” “Hemlock, right?” Parker chuckled. “Right.” “Why did he do that?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Was he ashamed of his life? I mean, he was a famous Roman—” “Greek.” “Really? I thought he was Roman like, oh, what’s his name?” Charlotte snapped her fingers, trying to remember. “I took a class once…” “Once?” “The math guy and triangles.” “The math guy?” Parker winced and shook her head. “Pythagoras.” “That’s him.” “Yes, well, he was much later. But he was not Roman, either. Like Socrates—” “The square on the hypotenuse in a right-angled triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides,” Charlotte blurted out, then slapped the bar. “I told you I took a class. Whattaya know? I just felt like Rainman.” “He was Greek,” Parker finished. “Dustin Hoffman?” Charlotte asked with a frown. “Who?” Parker shook her head and grabbed the bartender’s arm as he walked by. “Please. Please. Can I have a glass of your house cabernet? Quickly.” Charlotte laughed then as she drank her beer. “At least you didn’t ask for hemlock. We’re getting someplace.” “I usually don’t drink,” Parker said as the bartender set the glass of wine in front of her. Charlotte casually bumped shoulders with her. “I have that effect on people. Don’t feel bad. But aren’t you glad we’re talking hypotenuses, or is it hypotenusi? Instead of love?” She stopped and laughed again.
“That’s a great title for a book. The Hypotenuse of Love. This will be a fun weekend, Parker.” She looked at Parker, who sat there slack-jawed, just staring. She gave Parker a quick wink. “Hold on to your wig, Professor, and drink your wine.” Without a word, Parker did as instructed. “And to answer your question, if I can remember it, yes, it’s better than talk of love.” “I hear ya,” Charlotte said. “Love sucks.” She lifted her beer glass in Parker’s direction. Parker laughed and did the same. “Agreed, Ms. Darcy.” The bartender set the mammoth salad and bread in front of them. “Enjoy,” he said and walked away. “Good Lord,” Parker said, examining the plate. “How do we attack this?” “Just dig in, Professor,” Charlotte said with a maniacal gleam in her eye. It was the best advice Professor Parker Englewood had in a long time—so she did. It was also the most pleasant dinner she’d had in a long time. ******* Afterward, they stood outside the restaurant. Charlotte pulled her sweater around her. “Fall is definitely here in Chicago,” she said. “And winter is not far behind. Are you parked nearby?” “I walked. I live only a few blocks away.” “The Volvo wouldn’t start?” “No, it was a nice night for a walk. And the Volvo wouldn’t start.” “C’mon, we’ll share a cab.” Parker stood on the curb and hailed a Yellow cab. “You’re a nut.” “That’s what Nan says.” Charlotte got in and scooted over and gave the cabbie her address. “So what time on Friday?” Parker asked. “I’d say around eight-ish.” She glanced at Parker and grinned. “Not specific enough for you, is it?” Parker was grateful for the darkened cab when she felt the heat rush to her face. “Yes, that’s fine.” They sat in silence for a moment until Parker gently cleared her throat. “So exactly what time is eightish?” Charlotte laughed as the cab pulled up to her building. “We’ll make it eight sharp. How’s that?” “Thanks. That’s much better. I-I had a good time tonight.” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “You sound surprised. But I had a good time as well. Parker…?” “Yes?” “Thanks for doing this. It means a lot to me. I know it shouldn’t, but…” Parker placed a hand on her arm. “You’re welcome. And you’re right. It might be a good break.” Without another word, she exited the cab and waited for Charlotte. “Have a good night.” “You too,” Charlotte said almost shyly. “Will you remember how to get here?” “I’ll remember,” she said quietly. “See you on Friday.” “Well, good night.” Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then reached over and gave Parker a quick peck on the cheek before making a hasty retreat into her building. Slightly stunned, Parker stared at the closed door. “Ma’am? You goin’ in or leavin’?” the cabbie called out. Parker wasn’t at all sure, but she got back into the taxi anyway.
Chapter 4 As Parker drove through the streets of Rogers Park to Charlotte’s apartment, she had time to think about their evening together. It was very enjoyable; Parker hadn’t had such a relaxing time in God knows how long. And when they left the restaurant, Parker fought the urge to lean over and kiss Charlotte on the cheek. Why didn’t she? Certainly, Charlotte looked as though she expected it. Or did she? The uncertainty was probably the reason Parker did not. Gina’s face flashed through her mind—and perhaps for that reason, as well. She found the familiar address and luckily found a parking spot near the three-story brick. She read Charlotte’s name on the register and pushed the buzzer. “Who is it?” Parker shook her head and leaned into the old speaker. “It’s Parker.” “Who?” Is she serious? Parker thought. She was about to answer when the buzzer went off. “So odd,” she said and pulled the door open. She took the flight of stairs to the top floor and gently knocked at the door. “Who is it?” Good Lord. Parker rubbed her forehead. Pleasant dinner aside, this could be a huge mistake. With that, the door opened, and there stood Charlotte in a robe, her hair wet and barefooted. “I am so sorry, I got sidetracked. Come in, please.” She stepped back, allowing Parker entrance into the small foyer. “Give me three, no, five minutes,” she said hastily. “Make it ten. Have a seat, I’ll be right out. I’m so sorry. I lost all track of time. I was in my studio and had this wonderful idea… ” she rambled on while Parker nodded all the while. “Charlotte,” she interrupted her. “What?” Charlotte asked seriously. “Oh, right. I’ll get dressed.” She dashed down the hall and closed her bedroom door. “Make yourself at home,” she called from the bedroom. Parker chuckled and looked around the spacious studio apartment. Sunlight seemed to be everywhere. She looked up and saw the reason. A huge skylight took up a good portion of the ceiling. As she took in her surroundings, she decided Charlotte Darcy had very eclectic taste. Paintings, mostly oils, adorned the walls around the living room area. A handsome seascape found a happy home above the brick fireplace. The furniture was mismatched but very comfortable looking. Off to the left was what Parker thought was the studio. She cautiously walked out to the open room and noticed a hunk of clay taking shape on the pedestal. This must be Charlotte’s wonderful idea. “Don’t mind that. It’s the fifth time I’ve had that clay there, and each time, it’s something different. We’ve been having an ongoing argument on what it wants to be when it grows up,” Charlotte’s voice called out. Parker whirled around and smiled. “You’ll have to invite me to its christening. So are we all set?” She looked at her watch. She hated to be late for any reason. Charlotte said eight in the morning. At precisely eight on the dot, she was at her door. Charlotte smiled at the impatient posture. “We’re not on a timetable, Parker. It’s a mini vacation,” she reminded her. Parker actually blushed, which Charlotte found adorable. This may be a fun weekend after all. “Okay, let’s scram. Oh, wait. Esmeralda. Where is she?” she asked and looked around. Parker searched the room, as well, then felt like an idiot. “Who’s Esmeralda?” “My Persian cat, the little shit… Ah, there you are, sweetie,” she cooed as she heard the soft mewling. Parker winced, and Charlotte caught the evil look. “Don’t tell me, you’re a dog lover.”
She laughed then. “Yes, Max, my chocolate Lab, would have Esmeralda for dinner.” “Remind me never to leave them alone.” Charlotte kissed the huge cat. “Now you be good for Mommy. Mrs. Shaughnessy will look in on you and make sure you don’t dehydrate or shred the curtains.” Charlotte ushered Parker out and locked the door. “All righty then. We’re off!” As they walked out into the morning sun, Charlotte saw the SUV parked in front of the building and laughed as Parker wiped something off the hood before unlocking the door. Charlotte looked around the car as she buckled in. “This is nice.” Parker put the car in gear. “Thanks, I like it.” “It’s so…clean!” she said in amazement. “How long have you had it?” “Four years,” Parker said proudly. Charlotte gave her a curious glance. “What kind of engine?” “A three…” she stopped abruptly when she saw Charlotte’s grin. Again, Charlotte thought the blush was adorable. “Okay, I love it. I baby it, and I wash it every Saturday.” Charlotte let out a genuine laugh as Parker drove the busy Chicago streets and exited onto the highway. “I could never wash my car that often. The rust is what keeps it together.” “I just know that must be the truth.” “It is, believe me.” They drove west away from Chicago, and soon, they had driven through quaint parts of Illinois, and in a couple hours, they were almost to their destination. Parker glanced at her companion and noticed her fidgeting in her seat. “Is there something wrong?” she asked quickly, hoping it wasn’t car sickness. “No, I just forgot to, well, before we left…” Charlotte stopped and offered a sheepish grin. “I was rushed.” “You were sidetracked, young lady. Not rushed.” “Potato, potahto.” “Didn’t your mother ever tell you there’s always time to go to the bathroom?” “Who listens to their mother?” “I need gas anyway.” “See? It’s fortuitous.” Parker just shook her head and stopped at the nearest rest stop. “Here,” Charlotte said as they both exited the car. Parker saw Charlotte digging into her purse. “What are you doing?” “I’m paying for gas.” She presented the folded bills to Parker. Their gazes met, and for an instant, neither said a word. Charlotte grinned and cocked her head. “I think we just had another moment. Now take this. I have to pee like a racehorse.” She wiggled the money back and forth. Parker chuckled and gently pushed her hand away. “I got this. Go.” Charlotte grinned and bit at her bottom lip, then quickly leaned in and kissed her again on the cheek. She then ran into the mini-mart. “So odd,” Parker said with a sigh. With her tank filled, she took a Clorox wipe and cleaned the dashboard, the steering wheel, and the console, wondering what was taking Charlotte so long. She truly hoped she wasn’t sick. Charlotte came bounding out several minutes later with her arms loaded. Parker reached across and opened the door. “Urinating is always such a relief. You paid for the gas, I bought treats!” she said as she closed her door. She then sniffed the air. “I smell bleach.”
“What have you got there?” “Oh. Which one do you want? Cheese popcorn or jalapeño chips?” She wriggled each bag enticingly in front of Parker. “I’m not really hungry. You go right ahead,” Parker said. “Parker, it’s a road trip. You must have munchies on a road trip.” “Must you?” Parker glanced at the unappetizing offering. “Is there some law?” “Yes. It’s in fine print on page seven, section two of the road trip manual for academiacs. Now pick one.” “I really don’t want one,” Parker said. “And you realize the word is academics and not academiacs, which is not a word.” When Charlotte raised an eyebrow, Parker saw the futility of arguing with this woman. They’d never reach their destination at this rate. “Oh, good grief. I’ll take the cheese popcorn.” Charlotte pulled a face. Parker impatiently scratched her head. “Okay, then I’ll take the chips. Why did you bother to give me a choice?” When Charlotte opened her mouth, Parker put her hand up to stop her. “An hour explanation isn’t worth it.” “I’m nothing if not polite.” Charlotte handed them over. “I live for others.” Ten minutes later, Parker had heartburn, bad heartburn. “Why did I eat them?” she asked as she drove while rubbing her sternum. She felt compelled to eat the spicy chips even though she didn’t want them. Why? She then looked over at the happy woman munching on the popcorn for the answer. “So what made you become a teacher? And don’t say it’s because you can’t sing,” Charlotte asked as she drank her Coke. She took the bag of popcorn and put it to her mouth. Lifting the bag, she shook out the remaining kernels. Parker tried to ignore the wayward kernel that found its way to the car floor. “I saw the look. Don’t worry. I’ll pick it up. Now answer my question.” “I always loved philosophy. So much to think about and discuss, I suppose.” “Really? You must have been a good student,” Charlotte said, honestly amazed. “Yes, I was,” Parker said quietly. Charlotte glanced at her and noticed a sad look flash across her face. She took the time to study the woman she barely knew. Parker had a strong profile. She had an angular plane to her face, yet she was extremely feminine. Her dark hair was cut shorter, curled around her ears and neck, making her look almost like a Roman god, maybe Socrates. Wait, was he…? Anyway, Parker was very fit and trim. Charlotte looked and couldn’t find one ounce of body fat. She guiltily crumpled the empty bag of popcorn and sucked in her stomach. It wasn’t that she was out of shape, it was just that Parker was in tremendous shape. She looked very good, Charlotte thought. Ha! Wait until Janet and Carol get a load of her. Charlotte smiled slightly, thinking of how Parker went along with her ridiculous idea. It was a kind, if not reckless, thing for her to do. And Parker Englewood did not strike her as a reckless woman. Dressed in khaki slacks, navy pullover, and deck shoes, she did not look like the type of woman with whom Charlotte usually found herself. Typically, the tough, bad girl found her way into Charlotte’s heart and bed. Professor Englewood did not fit this bill in the least. Perhaps that was why this would work. No attraction, no problem. Parker was a cultured, smart woman and attractive. However, the glasses had to go. She kept pushing them up on the bridge of her nose. “So how long were you and Janet together?” Parker asked as she took a drink from her water bottle. “Heartburn from the chips?” Parker chuckled. “Yes, thank you. I rarely eat anything like jalapeño potato chips.” She quietly
swallowed a belch. “Six years,” Charlotte said. “Beg pardon?” “Six years with Janet. You asked.” “Oh, right. That’s a long while. What does she do?” Parker asked. Charlotte looked out the window. They were driving north now, coming up on Tapley Woods on the way to their destination. “I love Galena. We used to come up here and stay all summer long. I even went to a small college here. That’s where I met Janet. She’s a…teacher.” Parker raised an eyebrow and glanced at Charlotte. “And what does she teach?” “Um, she’s the head of the Natural Science Department at the University of Iowa,” she said. “So go ahead and tell me what kind of a pathetic jerk you think I am.” Parker, taking a deep breath, was going to do just that, though perhaps not that harsh. Then Charlotte looked at her with those damned doe eyes. “How many kinds are there?” Parker asked curiously as her lips twitched. Charlotte glared at her but then relented and laughed along. “Too many to count. Let’s stop for lunch.” “But we’re almost there.” “I know. But I’m hungry.” “You just ate a bag of chips and a huge Coke.” “Parker…” ******* They stopped in a quaint town teeming with tourists and overlooking the Mississippi River right outside of Galena. Charlotte guided Parker to the tavern at the edge of town and chuckled to herself as Parker wiped off the dirt on the car door. They sat at a small table by a huge window that overlooked the street and the river beyond. Parker heard the happy sigh and looked up to see Charlotte smiling as she gazed out the window; she also looked very pensive. It was then Parker noticed once again how attractive Charlotte was. She was in relatively good shape for doing absolutely nothing, which was what Parker thought she did. She laughed inwardly as she remembered her nearly folding herself in half on that exercise machine. Her wind-blown hair was curly and wavy with no set style at all. It looked as if she used her hands for a comb. But somehow, it fit her personality…wild and demented, Parker thought and chuckled to herself. Perhaps Charlotte was right. This would be okay since there was no sexual tension between them. Charlotte Darcy was nowhere near what Parker was attracted to. It irritated her to no end when Gina Simpson’s face popped into her head. She was tall and willowy with a sleek sexiness about her. Parker remembered all too clearly how she loved to run her fingers through her silky auburn strands. Gina was a teacher, as well, at Northwestern. She was educated and refined. All the things that really didn’t matter. Gina also had a hard heart. However, Parker would love to harken back to her old days of her youth when she didn’t bother herself with the academia and stuffy professorial life that Gina seemed to love or at least covet. She laughed now when she remembered how Gina scolded her for buying the Harley and would never, ever ride along with her. Parker loved to ride all over Chicago’s lakefront. It was a great time for her; it offered her the solitude and alone time she needed so badly. Parker supposed it was only natural that Gina found greener pastures as time passed. The Harley was Parker’s doom. But if she were honest, it wasn’t the motorcycle, it was a basic difference between them. Gina was all show and no staying power. It was her way or no way, and for a long, long time, Parker acquiesced and went along. She knew it was over long before it happened. Parker now watched her weekend companion as she talked to the waitress. She smiled at how this woman was at ease with anyone she met. She had no pretense. She was just Charlotte Darcy. Why did she
need to prove herself otherwise to her family and ex-lover? It was curious to Parker. “And you can make it with mozzarella and Swiss cheese? Bacon and avocado?” Charlotte asked the waitress, who nodded and scribbled. Charlotte grinned and handed her the menu. “I’ll have a beer also. Do you have a local beer? I’ll have whatever that is, thanks.” She then looked at Parker. “Ma’am?” the waitress gently prodded. “Oh, I’m still trying to comprehend the avocado and bacon scenario. I’ll have a chicken Caesar salad with an iced tea, please. No sugar, extra lemon, thanks,” she said and avoided the exasperated look from Charlotte. Finally, she looked up from her napkin to see Charlotte sporting a smug grin. “My body is a temple, Ms. Darcy. I still have heartburn from those blasted chips,” she said severely. “Don’t look at me that way. I’d have a beer if I weren’t driving.” “So I’ll drive,” Charlotte challenged sweetly, and after a moment, she leaned in. “You’re trying to figure out how politely to tell me there is no way in hell am I going to get behind the wheel of your car. Am I right?” “Um…” Charlotte laughed openly. “Don’t worry, Professor. I don’t want to drive your car.” Parker blushed once again. “It’s nothing personal. I don’t let anyone drive it. I know I’m being silly…” “You’re not silly. You’re just eccentric, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Parker felt at ease when she said this. It had been an ongoing argument with Gina. Charlotte saw the forlorn look as their gazes met. “My ex hated my eccentricities. It was a constant argument.” She sighed and shrugged. “What was her name?” Charlotte asked as the waitress came up with their lunch. The size of the hamburger the waitress put in front of Charlotte amazed Parker. “Uh...oh, Gina Simpson. We were involved for four years. She found someone who wasn’t as eccentric as I was.” Parker rigorously cleaned her fork on the paper napkin and turned the plate one-quarter turn. She looked up when she felt Charlotte watching her and laughed. “See what I mean?” Charlotte picked up the enormous hamburger and took a healthy bite. “I’ve seen worse,” she said between mouthfuls. “At least you’re not a serial killer.” She cocked her head then. “You’re not, are you?” “A question that should have been asked before you got into my car, young lady.” Charlotte laughed then and wiped her mouth. “Young lady? You can’t be that much older than I am.” She took another bite of her hamburger. “This is delicious. So,” she said, wiping her mouth on the napkin. “What types of movies do you like? No, don’t tell me. Documentaries.” “No,” Parker said. “Though I do like PBS. But I really love to have the hell scared out of me.” Charlotte nearly choked on her beer. “Really? I would never have thought that of you.” “Not the slasher kind of crap they put out. But a good old scary movie without the blood and guts.” “I agree. Like a good Alfred Hitchcock. Or who’s the guy...?” “Pythagoras?” “Very funny… No... Oh! Shamalama Dingdong.” Parker offered a slight grin. “M. Night Shyamalan.” “That’s him. He’s very good. I love his movies. But, Parker, don’t you love a good romance?” Parker shrugged as she ate her salad. “I suppose. Though I like to use my brain more when I watch a movie.” “Me? I like to feel. I think that’s why I’m a sculptor. When I get that clay in my hands, my mind goes, and I just feel it.” She smiled and sat back. “I love that.” “I would love to see some of your finished work.” “Well, if I ever sell anything again, maybe you will. So tell me, do you always lead with your brain?” Parker laughed quietly. “I’ve never been asked that before. But I suppose, yes, I do. I like to use my
mind.” “And I like to use my heart.” They looked at each other for a long moment. Parker grinned reluctantly before concentrating on her salad. “I feel your hypotenuse theory coming…” Charlotte laughed and took a drink from her beer mug while she watched Parker. “Ever the logical one?” Charlotte prodded. “And what’s wrong with that? It comes in handy from time to time. Though, I must admit, it didn’t help with Gina.” “I hear ya. My approach did nothing for Janet.” She raised her glass and waited for Parker to do the same. “Here’s to exes. May they—” “Ah, ah, be nice. Be careful what you wish for.” Charlotte relented and was nice—for now anyway.
Chapter 5 After the pleasant lunch, they drove through the quaint area of Galena and into the beautiful surrounding woods. Parker glanced at Charlotte, who watched her surroundings in silence. “Okay, turn right,” Charlotte said as her stomach lurched. “This is my aunt’s home. It’s huge, and she had plenty of room for us.” Parker shot her an incredulous look, which Charlotte avoided. “I thought we were staying in a motel, Charlotte,” she said in a firm tone. Charlotte smiled weakly. “Did I say that?” “Yes, you did,” Parker said quickly. “Your exact words were—” “Turn left,” Charlotte said as she cleared her throat. Parker turned down a long winding wooded road in angry silence. “Isn’t it beautiful? Aren’t the colors gorgeous? And to think the muddy Mississippi is only a few miles that-a-way. Isn’t it a marvelous time to be alive?” She let out a wistful sigh as she looked out the window. “Marvelous.” Parker was doing a slow burn as she nodded. Just then, she noticed a huge house come into view. It was an old farmhouse set in a wide open cove surrounded by woods. She noticed several cars parked along the gravel drive and parked behind the last one. Without another word, they both got out and stretched. Parker noticed several older women happily wave from the porch. Charlotte waved back. A very nervous feeling crept through Parker as she opened the back of the SUV and took out their luggage, grumbling under her breath the entire time. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to stay with Charlotte’s relatives, but why did she have to lie? Scenes of Gina lying constantly flashed through her mind as she set the luggage down. Charlotte cautiously stood next to her. “Mad at me?” she asked in quiet voice. Parker looked up angrily and started to say yes, then…then she looked into the doe eyes and sighed. “No, but don’t lie to me. There’s no reason for that.” “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” Parker blew out a heavy breath. “No more lies. All right?” “All right.” “Now is there anything else you’re not telling me?” “Charlotte, darling!” an old woman called as she walked toward them. “Of course not.” Charlotte said nervously to Parker as they walked up the gravel drive. “Well…” Parker stopped and waited. “Charlotte, what?” “Hi, Mother!” Charlotte called back, then looked at Parker. “Okay, there’s one small thing,” she went on quickly, “we’re lovers, and we’ve been together for six months.” Parker dropped the bags. “What?” she hissed as Charlotte trotted away from her. “Charlotte,” she hissed again and reached for her to no avail; she thought for sure she heard the maniacal blonde giggling. Parker stood there dumbfounded as she watched this dizzy woman hug her mother, who looked exactly like her. Genetics. Parker sighed inwardly as she picked up the bags. She hoped a mutant psychotic gene didn’t gallop somewhere in the recesses of the family DNA. “Mother, this is Professor Parker Englewood,” Charlotte said with a tight grin and gave Parker a pleading look. “Parker, this is my mother, Emily Darcy.” Damn those eyes. Parker grinned and took the offered hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Professor. Charlotte has talked about nothing else. When she called yesterday and said tall, dark, and excruciatingly attractive, I must admit, she was right.”
Although Parker was angry, she blushed to her roots. “Thank you, Mrs. Darcy. It’s nice to finally meet you, as well,” she said and decided to play it up. She reached over, put her arm around Charlotte’s waist, and hugged her tight—too tight; she actually pinched Charlotte. “I’ve been trying for six months to get up here, but you know how Charlotte is.” Charlotte shot an incredulous look at Parker and struggled slightly. Parker held on tight. Mrs. Darcy glanced back and forth. “Yes, well, that’s Charlotte,” she said warily. She looked at her daughter. “And it’s about time you met someone who knows how to handle you. Come on inside. Your Aunt Betty is dying to see you, as well. Then we’ll show you to your room. Dinner’s at seven.” She slipped her arm in Parker’s and walked in between both women. “And you can tell us all about yourself, Professor.” Parker laughed when Charlotte gave her a look of certain death as they approached the other two older women who stood, with eager eyes, on the huge wraparound porch. “Charlotte, it’s so good to see you. And who is this?” Parker decided she toyed with Charlotte enough; besides, that look scared her just a tad. “This is Professor Parker Englewood. This is my Aunt Lucy, and this is Aunt Betty. This is her house.” Parker grinned and took each hand in a warm gentle shake. “How do you do? I certainly see where Charlotte gets her good looks,” she said and meant it, though Charlotte gave her a suspicious glance. “Where are the uncles?” Charlotte asked tiredly as she kissed each aunt. Parker noticed the fatigue in her brown eyes. She had forgotten how upsetting this might be for her. “Uncle Ernie is at home, dear,” Lucy said. “You know how he loves family gatherings. You’ll see him tonight.” “And I have no idea where Hank is. Probably in the garage,” Betty said. “I do hope he hasn’t got the car running…” Charlotte laughed and hugged Aunt Betty, who laughed, as well. “You’ll see them at the dinner tonight,” Aunt Betty said. “Now why don’t I show you and Parker to your room? Charlotte, I gave you the room you used to stay in as a child. I know how much you loved it.” Charlotte smiled affectionately, but Parker noticed the sad look for an instant. She glanced over and noticed Mrs. Darcy giving her a guarded look, which made her instantly nervous. ******* Both stood in the spacious bedroom in awkward silence. Aunt Betty looked from one to the other. Parker noticed her curious expression. Parker wasn’t sure how to take the sarcastic smirk from the elder aunt. “So…” Aunt Betty said cautiously, “this is the bedroom.” Charlotte chuckled nervously. “Thanks, Aunt Betty. We’ll be down in a little while.” “Young people in love.” Betty shook her head and quietly closed the door. “I like her,” Parker said after Betty left. “She’s been a good friend as much as a great aunt. I’d be lost without her and Uncle Hank.” Charlotte picked up her suitcase and placed it on the bed. “I’m sorry I lied to you.” Parker grimaced at the sincerity in her voice. “Sorry I made you uncomfortable with your mom,” Parker said, mirroring the tone in her voice. “You pinched me.” Parker ran her hand over her mouth to hide her grin. “Sorry.” Charlotte sat on the bed and took a deep breath. “I deserved it. What was I thinking, bringing you here and doing this to you?” Parker walked up to her and knelt in front of her. “Hey, now. Where’s that feisty goofball I met a few days ago?” Parker nudged her when Charlotte smiled slightly. “Come on, it’s too late to turn back now. So while we’re alone, fill me in.”
Charlotte blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?” “I want to know about your childhood. Did you really like staying in this room? Or was your aunt being sarcastic? I couldn’t tell by her smirk. Tell me about your cousin while we unpack.” Parker stood and pulled Charlotte up with her. “And at some point, I’d love to hear your story about the chem lab.” As she turned away, Charlotte held on to her forearm. She reached up and placed a soft kiss on Parker’s cheek. “Thanks, Parker.” “We’ll do this.” Parker winked and patted her hand. “Now Cousin Carol. I think I’ll call her that. Would that be okay?” Charlotte laughed as they unpacked. She proceeded to tell her all about Carol. “As children, Carol was a tomboy, always pushing me around and being bossy. Her mother, Aunt Lucy, would very rarely see my side of a disagreement or argument. When I’d go home, my mother always seemed indifferent to what had happened.” Charlotte shrugged and continued, “Looking back on it, I guess I knew it was just kid stuff. But as we got older, Carol grew into a mean, bitchy teenager. And now she’s matured into an adult bitch, I suppose.” Parker laughed as she took her clothes to the dresser. “Keep talking. I’m listening.” “She was always making fun of my awkwardness. I had a hard time fitting in at school and with the other kids. I don’t know why.” Parker said over her shoulder, “Maybe it was your artistic leanings.” Charlotte thought for a moment. “That could be. You know they tested me.” Parker stood ramrod straight, fear rippling down her back as she slowly turned around. “Tested for what?” Charlotte let out a belly laugh. “You should see your face. I know my colors, and you’re a nice shade of ashen right now. Don’t worry, Parker. They tested my IQ.” Parker breathed an audible sigh of relief, which had Charlotte laughing again. “What’s wrong? Thought I was tested to see if I were a nut case?” “Nut case is not an acceptable term, but yes, I was. So what was your IQ?” “If I recall, very superior. Around one hundred and thirty or something. It didn’t matter. My mother was just grateful I wasn’t going to start drooling in a corner at some point. It would be acceptable if my brain exploded, though. She actually loved the idea of telling everyone I was odd because, well, you know how those geniuses are.” “God bless them,” Parker said, laughing along with Charlotte. “So continue. You’re a child genius, or near it, and Carol was just a child.” “Right. Anyway, Carol did everything better. She was a better student, better athlete, and as we got older, I was glad when Carol wanted to attend the University of Iowa. For four years, I was my own person. No one telling me how short I was or how plain and homely I was. But I still felt a little disconnect. I grew up but grew distant from my family.” She stopped for a moment and looked at Parker, who smiled. “Boring?” “Not at all.” Parker sat in the desk chair after meticulously putting her clothes in the drawers. “Go on.” Charlotte laughed. “You sound like a therapist. And you look like one with those glasses. You need new ones, by the way.” “Don’t change the subject,” Parker said, pushing her glasses up on her nose for effect. “Well, I found out why I felt disconnected when I realized I was gay. I knew my mother wouldn’t like it, but I also knew I wasn’t ashamed of it. So when I told them I was gay, it was not talked about for a long time. But you know what really burned my ass?” “A flame about this high?” Parker held her hand close to the ground for effect. Charlotte looked amazed. “Parker! Did you just make a sophomoric joke? I’m impressed. But it was when Carol came out. They nearly threw a party.”
“Really?” “Yes. I know I might be exaggerating, but that’s what it felt like to me. My mother was understanding and showed compassion for Carol she did not have for me. And then it started all over again. My girlfriends were now the target of Carol’s emotional abuse. When I met Janet, I fell in love instantly and wanted to move far away from Galena. However, that was impossible. Janet was at Iowa for her master’s and doctorate. So we stayed, and for six years, we were happy, or so I thought.” “What happened?” Parker asked softly. “Janet started to stay in Dubuque, of all places, for long weekends at a time. I should have guessed something was up. I mean, really, who willingly stays in Dubuque? I thought nothing of it, or more accurately, didn’t want to think anything of it. It was ironic, or fitting, that Carol was the one to tell me of the affair. I was sick to my stomach and promptly headed for the bathroom and heaved my guts. So mature and in control, huh?” Charlotte walked over to the window that looked out over the property. “Janet confessed that Carol was right. They had been involved for nearly a year before I knew. When the family got wind of it, I thought for sure they would be on my side for once. As it was, they excused Carol’s behavior. Carol not telling me was translated into not wanting to hurt me. Oh, yes, she was wrong, they said, but for a good reason. I nearly died from laughter. And I laughed all the way to Chicago, until I cried for months like a fool.” “You’re not a fool.” Parker leaned forward in the chair. “You were in love, and you trusted her.” “Exactly. I was a fool.” “No, no,” Parker said earnestly. “It’s not the one who trusts who is the fool. It’s the one who belies that trust. They’re the fool, Charlotte. Don’t you see?” Charlotte turned away from the window and smiled. “You really are a philosopher.” Parker grinned widely. “I hope so. I have a diploma and everything. So what happened next?” Charlotte shrugged. “They announced that they were to have this ceremony last May. I have to tell you, I was shocked when I received the invitation. My mother called me and said she’d understand completely if I didn’t want to attend. It was almost as if she didn’t really want me to be here. I was incensed with her and the rest of them, well, except for Aunt Betty and Uncle Hank. I remember crying for hours on end to the only two relatives I felt close to. My own mother, on the other hand, listened to my angry tirade. You know what she told me?” “I can’t imagine,” Parker said, shaking her head. “She thought perhaps I shouldn’t come if I were going to make a scene. It was a special day, after all.” “I’m so sorry.” Parker rose and headed back to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and rearranged her clothes. “What are you doing?” Parker laughed nervously. “Nothing.” “You just put those clothes in there. Aren’t you satisfied?” Charlotte smiled as she watched Parker’s awkward stance. “Are you a neat freak?” “No, I just like things in order. You know, the top put on the toothpaste—” “Pictures straightened? Cabinets organized?” “No,” Parker argued valiantly. “Yes,” Charlotte countered, crossing her legs. “Let me ask you something. Say we live together and—” “Oh, I don’t think I have the strength for this.” “Of course you do. Now if I were to put the salt and pepper and the cinnamon back in the cabinet in a different place, that wouldn’t bother you?” She smiled sweetly and swung her leg back and forth. “Not at all.” Parker pushed the glasses up on her nose. “But just for the sake of argument, why wouldn’t you put them back in their correct places so when someone else goes to find them, they can?”
Charlotte shrugged. “Maybe I was busy.” “How busy could you be? You’re standing right at the cabinet, for heaven’s sake.” “It’s just salt and pepper. It’s not like it would be a treasure hunt. One’s white, the other is black. How hard would they be to find?” Parker rubbed her temples. “And I’ll bet the top to the cinnamon would be left on the counter.” “Sadly, yes. But I’d remember when I saw it later while I was making a sandwich, and I’d put it back then.” Parker narrowed her eyes. “What kind of sandwich?” “Hmm,” Charlotte said thoughtfully. “Bologna, with mayo and lettuce. Oh, and olives. I love olives. You know now that I think of it, I would probably buy olive loaf from the deli to save money. See? I’m thinking of our financial situation.” “That’s disgusting.” “What? Tell me you don’t like a big sandwich with potato chips and chocolate milk.” “I do like chocolate milk.” “See?” “And you’d leave the countertop a mess with breadcrumbs and mayonnaise.” “Don’t forget the knife in the sink. I’ll forget to put it in the dishwasher. Thank God for that thing. Your idea to have a dishwasher was a stroke of genius.” “Thank you. And I bet you squeeze the toothpaste from the middle of the tube.” “Well, duh. That’s where all the toothpaste is. And I’ll also forget to put the top back on it, and it’ll get all over the back of the sink. But for you, I’d try to remember to wipe it off with a piece of toilet paper.” Charlotte laughed at the look of revulsion. “Clean toilet paper.” “But why? Why?” “And I also leave lights on all over the apartment…” “Good Lord.” “And I leave cabinet doors open. You’d have to watch your head if you went into the kitchen for your nightly glass of warm milk. So don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “I don’t drink warm milk. How old do you think I am? And can’t you just close the cabinet when you’re finished?” “Well, sure, I could. But I probably wouldn’t remember.” “Until I banged my head on the corner of it.” “Hey. Don’t blame me. I warned you.” Charlotte cocked her head. “What part of this is annoying to you?” “Do you vacuum?” “Hate it. No…loathe it. We’d have to have hardwood floors, Parker. There’s no way around that.” Charlotte thought for a moment. “Although, I like that commercial about the Swiffer thingy. That would work. I’d use that. See? A compromise already. And they said we’d never last.” “Fools that they are. And how often do you clean your apartment?” Parker asked, truly amazed. Charlotte laughed at her incredulous tone. “I suppose when I see Esmerelda’s prints in the dust.” “And when is laundry day in the Darcy household?” “There’s a day dedicated to laundry?” Charlotte put a hand to her heart and grinned. “Among the civilized world, yes.” Charlotte laughed, loving the banter between them. “I do laundry when the hamper is filled. How about you?” “On Wednesdays and Sundays.” “But what if the hamper isn’t filled on the designated day?” When Parker didn’t answer right away, Charlotte laughed again. “You do laundry whether you truly need it or not. Even if there’s nothing in the
hamper.” “There’s always something in the hamper. Good Lord, woman, you must constantly run out of clothes.” Parker groaned. “I knew it. You’re a slob.” “I am not,” Charlotte said indignantly. “I’m an organized mess. And if I could afford it, I’d have a maid come in.” “You’re serious? You would have a stranger come into your home and touch your things?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “I asked a relative stranger away for a weekend, Parker. What do you think?” Parker was poised for a comeback, then shook her head. “Good point. Well, it’s a good thing this is only for a weekend.” “Something tells me, Parker Englewood, you could use a little organized mess in your life.” Parker laughed. “And you, young lady, could use a little organized anything in yours, so don’t look so smug.” “The hypotenuse,” Charlotte sang lightly, then let out a genuine laugh. “You do know you’re using that word completely in the wrong context.” “Oh, really, who cares? What are words for if not to mangle them in a sentence?” She laughed again when Parker looked supremely exasperated. “I do like you, Parker. Thank you for playing along.” “You’re welcome, you whirling dervish.” “Aren’t you going to say you like me, too? And you’re glad you came?” Parker took off her glasses and examined them. “It’s far too soon to tell.” She put her glasses on once again. “But, yes, I do like you. You’re a quirky woman, but I sense you have a good heart.” Charlotte was not prepared for the compliment. She stopped laughing and had no idea what to say. Parker cocked her head. “I have found the way to keep you silent.” “Shut up. Now where were we before you sidetracked me with your analness?” “That is not a word.” “Well, it should be.” Charlotte absently picked at the thread on the quilt. “Hmm. Well, we were talking about Janet and your mother telling you not to come to the wedding.” “Oh, right. Well, that’s exactly what she said. So I agonized over what to do. And when Janet called me and told me the same, I guess I had enough. It was childish, but I told her I would come only if…” “Your girlfriend could get away from her teaching job.” Parker hid her grin and sat back. Charlotte let out a sigh of resignation. “Yes.” She grinned then. “But you know, inwardly, I was elated when Janet said nothing for a minute. She seemed actually shocked that I would find someone. That’s when I had the idea. It was childish and stupid, but I believe it was brilliant.” “Most psychotics think their ideas are brilliant.” Parker laughed along with Charlotte while she finished putting her clothes neatly in the second drawer. She had listened to the story that Charlotte told with quiet indignation. Finally, she turned around to see Charlotte sitting on the bed staring out the window. “What was I thinking?” Charlotte sighed and shook her head. “You were thinking of revenge, which is never a good idea, but there you have it. It’s an age-old problem.” Charlotte grinned. “Thank you, oh, great philosopher.” “I’ll ignore that. You know, it’s not that you wanted revenge or vindication.” She stopped and laughed quietly. “It’s that you thought up this harebrained idea and took it to this level. If I were to be honest—” “Which I’m afraid you always are.” “I’d have to say I admire your gumption. It was very resourceful. If not misguided.” Charlotte cocked her head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “As you should. So we get through this weekend, Charlotte. We’ll have to keep our ruse because it
would be far too, well, I can’t imagine how you’d explain this without either one of us looking ridiculous.” She shrugged. “So we throw some rice and hope they both choke on it.” Charlotte laughed quietly. She was grateful for Parker; she hardly knew her, and now she was willing to help her out of the mess she put both of them in. “Now I need a shower. So enough sulking about this for now, darling,” Parker added with a smirk.
Chapter 6 As Charlotte took her turn in the shower, Parker bravely walked downstairs and into the lion’s den. Let’s see what happens, she thought, wondering what Nietzsche would do in this situation, or Freud for that matter. He would have had a field day with this. She smiled and shook her head. “Maybe Fred and Ethel would know.” She heard the soft chatter from the kitchen, took a deep, confident breath, and walked in. There sat Aunt Lucy, Aunt Betty, and Mrs. Darcy at the kitchen table. The Weird Sisters, Parker thought, looking around for Macbeth. Parker truly did not expect to see a black cauldron, perhaps more along the lines of an antique tea service. But when she saw a decanter of what she assumed was sherry placed in the middle of the table, she raised an eyebrow. Three pairs of eyes regarded her as she poked her head in. “Parker, please come in and sit with us. Have a glass of sherry,” Mrs. Darcy offered with a thin smile. “Said the spider to the fly,” Betty added with a wicked smirk. “Sit by me.” Parker laughed halfheartedly; the hair on the back of her neck bristled as she sat down. “Don’t be vulgar, Betty.” Mrs. Darcy poured the small glass and handed it to Parker. Parker really wanted to decline. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she didn’t want to seem rude. So she took the glass and sipped the warm amber liquid. Hmm, not too bad, she thought. “So you’re a teacher?” Aunt Lucy asked. “A professor,” Mrs. Darcy gently corrected her. And we’re off… Parker regarded dear Aunt Lucy carefully. She was taller than Charlotte, but not by much. Parker towered over all these women. Aunt Lucy had white hair and full hips. She had blue eyes, but her smile, like Mrs. Darcy’s, never quite seemed to reach her eyes. Calculating, Parker thought, that’s what they are. As if they’re waiting to pounce on your next words. “Yes, ma’am, I teach at the University of Chicago,” she said proudly because she was proud of it. “Janet was a teacher, as well,” Aunt Lucy continued. “She has a wonderful job now as head of the department and makes a good deal of money. Do you make a good salary, Professor?” Parker sipped her sherry, quietly fuming at the personal question. “No, ma’am. I’m happy.” A guffaw of laughter rang out as Aunt Betty threw her head back. Parker grinned slightly at this woman. She was as short as Charlotte and had the same eyes. When they looked at each other, Parker noticed her smile was different from her sisters; it was genuine. Aunt Betty gave Parker a knowing smile, which could be misconstrued as a smirk. Now she really looked like Charlotte, Parker thought as Betty poured another glass of sherry for Parker, then for herself. “Professor, I like you. You’re honest,” Betty said, glancing at the kitchen door. “How did you and my niece meet?” Parker grimaced; she hoped Charlotte would make an entrance soon. She took a deep breath before she answered. “Honestly? Fate brought us together. Charlotte was looking for something, and I believe she found it in me.” Parker swallowed with difficulty, and for some reason, her heartbeat quickened. As she took another sip of sherry, she noticed her hand shaking. She held the small glass tight, hoping she wasn’t having a heart attack. “And what of you, Professor Englewood?” Betty asked softly. “What were you looking for?” “I wasn’t looking for a thing. She walked up to my table, and I took one look into those big doe eyes, and I was lost.” She realized for the first time it was true. She smiled now at the thought. Taking another sip, she realized her hand no longer shook. “Love at first sight?” Aunt Betty asked warmly. Parker looked at her again and smiled. “Or something close to it.”
“I like you!” Aunt Betty announced. She looked at both sisters. “Well, I do.” “W—we do, as well, Betty, don’t be silly,” Aunt Lucy agreed awkwardly. Parker pulled a face. Yeah, right, she thought. “We’re just getting to know you, Professor. Please forgive our hesitation. It’s just that we didn’t know Charlotte was involved with anyone. We all know how this situation with Janet and Carol devastated her.” “Yes, it did,” Parker said evenly, finding herself in a protective role all of the sudden, “at first. But then she met me,” she added lightly, and Aunt Betty laughed once again. She wondered why she felt so protective of Charlotte and dismissed the twinge of irrational hope. “Well, we know how sensitive and emotional Charlotte can be.” “Yes, it’s the artist in her, I’m sure,” Parker said with a hint of condescension. She looked down at her glass. Aunt Betty replenished it with a wink. “Charlotte? Quit skulking and come in.” Parker’s head shot up as Charlotte, blushing horribly, walked into the kitchen. “I wasn’t skulking. I just didn’t want to interrupt. Are you grilled on both sides?” she asked Parker. “I think your aunt is trying to get me drunk,” Parker said affectionately. She stood and pulled out a chair. Mrs. Darcy watched the exchange and sipped her sherry. “Well, let’s see if it works,” Charlotte said and took a small glass from the cabinet. Aunt Betty poured a glass. “That’s the niece I know and love.” Charlotte kissed Aunt Betty’s cheek and sat next to her. “So the grilling process. Is it over, Prof, uh, sweetie?” Charlotte asked as she took a healthy drink. “Oh, it wasn’t too bad,” Parker admitted and smiled at Lucy and Mrs. Darcy. “Barely singed.” Her mother let out an indignant huff. “We weren’t prying, Charlotte, please don’t get—” “I’m not getting anything, Mother. Don’t worry.” Charlotte reached over and patted her hand. “I’m glad actually. Parker is thick-skinned. She can take it,” Charlotte said. “Can’t you?” “I can.” Parker raised her glass in assent; Charlotte laughed quietly and enjoyed the fact that Aunt Betty laughed along. “Mrs. Darcy, I don’t mind the questions at all.” Parker looked around the table at the elder sisters. “From any of you. Charlotte is a special woman, and I know you must all love her very much. It would be odd if you didn’t care. It matters what you think.” “Actually…” Charlotte said thoughtfully. Betty sat back and laughed again. “It doesn’t matter a hoot what we think, does it?” Charlotte took a sip of her sherry while glancing at her mother’s dour expression. “Actually, I suppose I will always care what you think.” Parker watched Charlotte; though she did not single out her mother, Parker knew this comment was meant specifically for her. When Mrs. Darcy didn’t respond but only sipped her drink, Charlotte smiled ruefully. Betty glared at her younger sister. The moment was awkward and painful. For the first time in her life, Parker felt like slapping someone. Charlotte’s mother wouldn’t or couldn’t even meet Charlotte’s pleading expression. “So you enjoy teaching?” Lucy seemed awkward and nervous. Parker had a vision of these sisters growing up. Betty and Emily arguing, with Lucy stuck in the middle trying to be the peacemaker. “Yes, I enjoy it very much. I like to see the mind at work. And teaching philosophy certainly gets the neurons firing.” Parker laughed for a moment. “Unless they’re bored to death.” “Why is that? I find philosophy very interesting,” Betty said. “Well,” Parker said, pushing her glasses up on her nose. “Most students take it just to get the credits
out of the way. And when we start delving, their attention span is, well, short. Their eyes glaze over, and I know it’s time to change course.” Everyone around the table enjoyed a laugh; it eased the tension somewhat. Then… “How old are you, Professor? If you don’t mind my asking,” Mrs. Darcy asked evenly. “Nice segue, Mother.” Charlotte shook her head and glanced apologetically at Parker. Parker reached over and took Charlotte’s hand, which by the look on her face shocked Charlotte. “I don’t mind at all. I’m forty-three.” Charlotte nearly swallowed her sherry glass; she coughed roughly and wiped her chin. Betty reached over and slapped her hard on the back. She gave Charlotte a motherly grin. “Went down the wrong pipe, eh?” “I’m not used to drinking sherry,” Charlotte said, clearing her throat. “Since when?” Betty asked. Parker watched Charlotte; she looked deep in thought. She knew what she was thinking, but it was Betty who spoke up. “Trying to do the math?” Betty asked her. “It’s an eight-year difference between you.” Charlotte glared before taking another sip from the glass. “I’m well aware of our age difference. And it doesn’t make a bit of difference.” She looked at Parker, who was grinning. “I happen to like older women.” “You’d better,” Parker said, holding up her glass. “Well, I honestly would not have guessed you were forty-three. You hide it well. What’s your secret?” Aunt Lucy asked with an insincere smile. Parker met her gaze. “I don’t try to hide it, well or otherwise,” she said honestly. Charlotte glanced at her mother, who narrowed her eyes at Parker but said nothing. Aunt Betty snorted into her sherry glass. “Okay, that’s enough for now. Let’s turn off the interrogation lamp. Charlotte, why don’t you show your charismatic professor around? We old ladies are going to have a little pow-wow before dinner,” Aunt Betty said kindly as she watched both younger sisters. Double, double, toil and trouble, Parker thought, but she was inwardly elated. Finally, someone was going to tell these two old battleaxes off. Battleaxes? Where did that come from? She shook her head. No more drinking for you, Professor. ******* “I am so sorry,” Charlotte said as she walked beside Parker. “Good grief, Charlotte. No offense, but…good grief!” Parker ran her fingers through her hair. “I know, I know. They’re hard to take,” Charlotte agreed. “Not your Aunt Betty. Are you sure she’s not your mother?” she asked with a wry chuckle. “Sometimes, I wish she were. She was my savior when I was a child.” She laughed ruefully. “Even now.” “She’s a hoot. And she really cares about you. I get that feeling from her. It’s easy to see.” “She does. So does Uncle Hank. They just love me unconditionally. When I was a child, I would crawl up on Uncle Hank’s lap and just lay my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.” Parker heard the affectionate, yet sad tone in her voice. “That’s a good memory.” “It is. When I moved to Chicago and cried myself to sleep, I’d hug the pillow and think Uncle Hank and Aunt Betty were holding me. Stupid, I know.” “Not at all. Don’t ever say that. That’s the type of love we all need. Love like that is timeless.” Charlotte stopped and turned to her. “Thank you for that, Parker. You can be quite the hypotenuse.” “Oh, brother. Don’t start.” Parker rolled her eyes and pulled her along. They walked behind the house toward the garage. Just then, Parker noticed an older man walking out, wiping his hands on a rag. He wore faded blue jeans and an old flannel shirt.
“Lottie!” he called out. Parker noticed the warm and happy smile from Charlotte. “Uncle Hank!” she cried and flew into his arms. “How’s my favorite niece?” he asked. “I’m very well, and you’re filthy,” she scolded and wiped the grease smudge off his balding head. Parker stepped back and grinned at the affectionate exchange. The transformation in Charlotte’s demeanor was palpable. So was her smile; it was like night and day. He laughed and glanced at Parker. “And who is this beautiful woman?” he asked and stuck out his hand. Parker smiled and gave the hand a healthy pump. “This is Professor Parker Englewood. Parker, this is my uncle, Hank Greeley. Aunt Betty’s husband,” Charlotte said happily. “It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Parker said. “None of that.” Hank waved her off. “Hank, please, Parker,” he gently corrected her, and Parker nodded. “So what are you working on?” Charlotte asked. He beamed and reached over to pull the old garage door up. Parker blinked at the old Harley that stood in the middle of the garage. “Oh, my God,” she whispered in awe. Both uncle and niece raised an eyebrow at the exclamation. “You know what this is?” Hank asked. “This is a 1965 Electra Glide. Oh, my God.” Parker swallowed convulsively, trying to contain her excitement. Hank and Charlotte were amazed. Charlotte chuckled. “Are you going to kneel before the chrome god, Parker?” “You ride, Parker?” he asked cautiously. Parker, still gaping at the shining chrome, just nodded. “You do?” Charlotte asked. “You don’t know?” Hank asked, wiping his hands. “Um, of course I do…” Charlotte looked at Parker, who still gazed at the motorcycle. Charlotte smiled slightly at the stupefied look. She knew her uncle’s one passion, besides his wife, was Harley-Davidson. He’d even taken her on a few rides. But the look of pure devotion on Parker’s face was priceless. A philosophy professor and a biker? “Do you have a bike?” he asked. Parker shook her head. “I-I got rid of it,” she said, knowing she sounded disappointed. “Why?” Hank asked, ignoring Charlotte’s curious look. Parker took her gaze away from the bike and sighed. “I was stupid and…” Hank nodded in agreement. “A woman, am I right? She thought it was reckless?” Parker blushed horribly and scratched the back of her neck. “Something like that,” she admitted. “Well, then it’s a good thing you have Lottie,” he exclaimed and kissed his favorite niece on the forehead. “She’s the most reckless woman I know, next to Betty.” Parker and Charlotte laughed but avoided each other. Hank walked up to the vintage bike and wiped the chrome. “It runs.” “It does?” Parker’s voice came out in a squeak. “Like a dream.” He fished the keys out of his jeans pocket. Charlotte laughed out loud when he dangled them in front of the dumbfounded Parker. “Oh, no, no, Hank. I couldn’t,” she said at first and shook her head.
Hank nodded and took her hand, slamming the keys in her palm. “Take her for a ride. Let me know how she feels.” Parker took a deep breath, swung her leg over, and closed her eyes. Charlotte thought she heard Parker actually purr, which sent a chill down Charlotte’s spine. Parker looked at Charlotte and grinned like a kid. “I’d love to take you with me, but there’s only one seat.” Charlotte smiled. “Go, have fun. But be careful.” Parker and Hank exchanged winks. She put the key in, and with one healthy kick, the beast roared to life, which had Charlotte wincing. Hank laughed out loud and clapped. “It’s heaven, isn’t it?” he yelled over the din. Parker just nodded, and with a quick wink at Charlotte, she pulled out of the garage, slowly at first, then she took off down the paved road and was out of sight. “Seems like a nice woman,” he said softly as he wiped his hands. “She knows a beauty when she sees one. That’s a good sign.” “I only hope she comes back,” Charlotte said absently. Hank laughed. “Well, if she doesn’t, I’ll hold you for ransom,” he said and kissed her cheek. “I got the better end of the deal.” Tears leapt into her soft brown eyes as she hugged the life out of him. “Here now, baby. What’s this?” Charlotte pulled back and wiped her cheeks. “Nothing. I’m just happy.” Hank regarded Charlotte affectionately. “Why did you come, sweetie? If I were you, I’d have told both of them to go…” Charlotte laughed quickly and interrupted him. “Because I needed to, Uncle Hank. At first I wanted them to see I wasn’t going to die over this. I wanted to show them I could have someone wonderful that Carol couldn’t take away. Someone better than Janet.” “Lottie, that doesn’t sound like you,” he whispered and kissed her once again. Charlotte melted into his warm embrace. “Why couldn’t you and Aunt Betty be my parents?” she blurted out, causing him to laugh quietly. He put his arm around her and hugged her tight. “We’ll always be here for you, you know that. Your mother and Lucy, well, they’re just…” “Mean-spirited old biddies,” Charlotte finished for him. He shrugged and agreed as he pulled at his earlobe. “Can’t argue with the truth.” “Why didn’t this happen to Aunt Betty?” “Because I was smart and left home before I was sucked into the family neurosis,” Betty called out as she walked into the garage. “I heard the beast roar. It’s missing, along with a certain professor. Don’t tell me she rides,” she said in mock sadness. “She’s a natural. Should’ve seen the woman drooling,” Hank said proudly. “She could have fooled me. She doesn’t look the type.” Betty turned to Charlotte. “Did she fool you?” Charlotte felt the heat rise up her neck to her cheeks. “What do you mean?” “I mean when you found out she loved to ride. What did you think I meant?” Betty raised an eyebrow, offering that motherly knowing stare, which always made Charlotte nervous. “Nothing. Yes, I was surprised. Parker is a professor at an esteemed university. Riding a Harley, I suppose, doesn’t fit the picture.” Charlotte avoided her aunt, and Betty knew it. Hank didn’t pay any attention. He was puttering around the workbench. Charlotte looked down the driveway and smiled. “She’s very sweet and thoughtful.” “I can see that,” Betty said softly. “She’s very smitten with you.” Charlotte’s head snapped in her direction. “She is?”
Betty raised both eyebrows then. “You sound surprised. Don’t you think someone can be smitten with you?” Charlotte took a pensive breath, leaning against the workbench. “Of course I do. I suppose.” “You’re a fine catch,” Hank interjected. “She knows a beauty when she sees one.” “Thanks, Uncle Hank.” “And how do you feel about her?” Betty picked up a screwdriver, then grimaced and set it down and picked up a rag. “Answer me, Charlotte.” “I-I, well, I’ve been going out with her for six months. That should tell you,” Charlotte said indignantly. “It does, on the surface. But I’d like to hear what you’re feeling. You were never one to hide your feelings from us,” Betty said. “I’m not hiding.” “But you’re being evasive.” Charlotte turned around and picked up a spray can and examined it. Hank gently reached over and took it out of her hand. When she reached for something else, he playfully slapped at her hand. “Answer your aunt.” “What was the question?” Mercifully, the roar could be heard down the paved road. They all looked up to see Parker slow down as she pulled onto the drive with a grin plastered on her face. She slowed and pulled into the garage and killed the engine. She sat there with a blissful look. “Well?” “You were right. She rides like a dream. Hugs the road perfectly for an old bike. I’m still humming,” Parker said and put the kickstand in place. “Thank you.” Charlotte watched her as she dismounted the bike. Her raven hair was all over as she ran her fingers through it. “I knew you’d like it. Now, tomorrow after this ridiculous fiasco—” “Hank!” “Sorry. Tomorrow after the Hollywood wedding—” “Much better,” Betty said. “You can take this for a ride,” he announced and walked over to the far end of the garage and whisked the tarp away. “Holy…!” Parker squealed. “Are you trying to drive me nuts?” She walked over to the 1995 Soft Tail. It was all black and chrome. Parker ran her fingers over the leather seats. “Man,” she whispered. “You can take Charlotte on this one. Nothing like a few hundred cubic inches of vibrating engine between your legs, eh, Professor?” he asked and slapped her on the back. “Nope. Nothing like it,” she admitted. Betty rolled her eyes. “Okay, enough love talk, you’re embarrassing Charlotte. Dinner is in one hour, Hank Greeley, go get ready. We’ll leave Parker to fondle, well, whatever she wants to fondle,” she said and winked at Charlotte, who blushed furiously. “Your uncle is a god,” Parker said simply. Charlotte laughed. “He loves his bikes. And he’d love to hear you say that. I-I didn’t know that about you—that you liked to ride. You really love it that much?” She folded her arms across her chest. Parker grinned and shrugged. “I used to ride all the time whenever the weather permitted. But I let Gina get in the way, and I sold it like an idiot. I very rarely have regrets in my life. However, that was one of them.” She looked at Charlotte. “Will you take a ride with me tomorrow?” Charlotte shrugged. “Sure, if you want.” “Yeah, I want.”
Charlotte’s head shot up when she heard the confident tenor of Parker’s voice; it was unmistakable. “Okay, this is quite a different woman I’m looking at now. Where’s the mild even-keeled professor who wore glasses and quoted Nietzsche?” Charlotte said quietly. “She’s still here,” Parker said. “Disappointed?” “Not at all,” Charlotte said, trying to swallow. She took a quivering breath and laughed nervously. “I like this part of you.” “You do?” Parker walked up to her. “I’m glad you do.” “You are?” Charlotte looked into her eyes. “I never noticed how blue your eyes are. They’re hidden behind those glasses.” “The better to see you with, my dear.” Parker adjusted said glasses. “And the rest of the world, I might add.” Charlotte laughed along with her. “This is okay, isn’t it?” Parker tilted her head. “What—the weekend?” “Well, that and, well, you know, I’m kind of flirting with you. I know we agreed it was just a weekend, and you’re helping me tremendously…” Parker closed the distance between them. “This is okay, Charlotte. And I know you’re flirting with me.” Charlotte pouted. “And you’re not?” She was very glad to see the grin spread across Parker’s face. “I have a little catching up to do. You’ve kissed me on the cheek three times now.” Charlotte laughed nervously. “I suppose you think I’m going to propose to you next.” “Good Lord, you’re impetuous. Let’s start with this.” Parker leaned over and kissed her cheek. Her lips gently lingered against her soft skin for a moment longer. “That’s one.” “That was more than one,” Charlotte whispered; she grabbed Parker’s hand. “Come on, Parker. We should get ready for dinner.” Parker agreed but first reverently covered both bikes with the tarp.
Chapter 7 Dinner was held at an adorable restaurant in Galena. Aunt Lucy and Uncle Ernie sat at one end with Charlotte’s mother. A few younger cousins sat around the long table. Charlotte sat in between her mother and Parker, who gratefully sat next to Hank and Betty. “So are they making a grand entrance?” Hank grumbled in a whisper, wincing when Betty slapped his arm in warning. He mumbled something and drank his beer. Parker grinned as she drank her water. This should prove to be an interesting dinner—indigestion was sure to follow. “Beer, Parker?” Hank held up the pitcher with an enticing grin. “I have a feeling I’m going to need it,” Parker said, holding up her glass. “Purely medicinal. That’s what I tell myself, anyway.” “Hank Greeley, medicinal or not,” Betty said in a warning voice. “Nag.” Hank winked at Parker over his beer mug. “I want to thank you again, Hank, for allowing me to take the bike out. I’ve forgotten how much I love to ride.” Parker glanced at Charlotte, who smiled. “It was my pleasure. I know the feeling. I don’t get on the bike much, but when I do, it’s a great feeling of freedom.” “My ass.” Betty snorted sarcastically. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud?” Parker laughed. “You don’t like to ride, Betty?” “Not really. But I like that Hank likes to. He doesn’t have many hobbies, and he’s pretty useless around the house.” “Hey. Didn’t I just put in that new toilet?” “Yes, dear, and it leaked all over the bathroom. I told you to call a plumber.” Hank pulled a sour face. “Well, I fixed that, too. And I’m not paying some guy a hundred dollars to do what I can do.” “Yes, but you… See what I mean?” Betty said to Parker. “Are you handy around the house, Parker?” “Not really, I suppose. I live in a loft apartment in the city, and if something goes wrong, the landlord takes care of it.” “But she keeps it clean,” Charlotte said, laughing at the playful glare she received. “She’s a neat freak?” Hank asked Charlotte, who nodded emphatically. “That’s too bad,” Hank said. “Don’t listen to them, Parker. My niece takes after Hank. They’re slobs.” “We are not. We’re an organized mess,” Charlotte argued in vain. “We’re just forgetful. It’s a sign of intelligence,” Hank said. “It is,” Charlotte agreed. “And we can remember things.” “Before or after I bash my head on the corner of the cabinet door?” Parker said, wagging her finger. Charlotte held up her hand. “I warned you…” Hank and Betty exchanged smiles. “Yeah,” Hank said. “They’re in love.” “And I’m handy,” Charlotte said in protest. “My ass,” Parker said. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud?” Betty threw her head back and laughed, along with Hank. “I’ll get you for that,” Charlotte said while Parker laughed. They talked absently for a few minutes when Charlotte heard Aunt Lucy’s exclamation. “There they are!” “And we’re off,” Hank mumbled into his beer. “Has someone notified CNN?”
Parker watched all the commotion, which had her captivated. She’d never seen such a spectacle over two women. She had no clue what to expect, so she wanted to get a good look at the lovebirds. She immediately recognized Carol, the family gene pool being as extraordinary as it was. She was short, but a little taller than Charlotte, and she had sandy blond hair cut severely short. It was almost a crew cut. When Carol smiled broadly, Parker had to admit she was a very sexy woman. In extremely good shape, she wore a skin-tight black dress just above the knees. A gold necklace and earrings were the perfect accompaniment. She was very attractive, and she knew it, which made her all the more unattractive to Parker. Carol probably had to look in every mirror she passed. On her arm had to be Janet, or so she hoped. She was tall with dark brown hair about shoulder length, and she wore a tweed blazer and brown slacks. She had an air of intelligence and sophistication about her. Parker inwardly smirked—Janet had academia smeared all over her face. However, she was attractive, as well, and Parker had to admit once again, very sexy in a more subtle manner than her partner. But they looked well together, as if they belonged side by side. Janet glanced at Charlotte, who smiled slightly as she watched their grand entrance with, Parker thought, a trace of envy. Now why did this bother Parker? What did she care if Charlotte might still be attracted to Janet? Was Parker still harboring some feeling for Gina? And would Charlotte care if that were true? “Parker, I can practically smell the rubber burning. What in the world are you thinking about?” Hank asked, watching her. Parker chuckled and sipped her beer. “Oh, just reminiscing. Sure is a lot of hoopla.” She motioned to Carol and Janet as they made their way around the table, making sure they chatted with everyone. “It’s always been that way with Carol. I don’t know what it is about that child.” Hank shrugged and drank his beer. He leaned in slightly and glanced at Charlotte. “I’ve always thought it was so unfair to Lottie. But now she has you.” For some reason, the ruse of theirs bothered Parker; she liked Hank and Betty, and lying to them made her stomach roil. But there was no turning back now. “Yes, she does.” Parker reached behind her and put her arm across the back of Charlotte’s chair and leaned in. “I’m right here,” she whispered. Charlotte looked into her eyes. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. Parker heard the apologetic tone in her voice. Sensing her need for reassurance, Parker gently touched her shoulder. “I’m glad I came with you, Charlotte,” she whispered, then chuckled. “Even if you are a nut.” Charlotte laughed openly, and she instinctively moved back into Parker’s arm; Parker couldn’t deny the wave of contentment she felt at that moment. “Well, well. The happy couple,” Aunt Lucy exclaimed again. “Hi, Mom.” Carol grinned and kissed her mother’s cheek. “Hi, Aunt Emily.” Carol kissed Charlotte’s mother; Janet obediently did the same. At the affectionate exchange, Parker felt Charlotte tense, so she gently stroked her shoulder reassuringly and whispered, “Remember, that which does not kill us…” “Charlotte, you decided to come. I’m so glad,” Carol exclaimed; she walked around the table with Janet following dutifully behind her. Parker really wanted to make the gagging motion and grab her throat, but she simply smiled instead. The urge to exhibit immature behavior was overwhelming, which was so unlike Parker. She chose to blame Charlotte for this. Charlotte rose and briefly hugged both women. She then quickly turned to Parker, who stood, as well. “This is Parker Englewood,” she said with a grin. Parker sported a kindly smile and shook both hands. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” Carol said.
“Likewise,” Parker said with a wide grin. “So I understand you teach in Chicago,” Carol said, never losing eye contact. “University of Chicago? Good money there.” Parker nodded. What is it with the teaching and money? “Yes, I do.” “Janet is head of the science department at Iowa,” she offered proudly. Parker looked at Janet. “It’s nice to meet you. And congratulations. That’s quite an accomplishment.” Parker was elated that Janet appeared thrown by the compliment. She was probably expecting the cold shoulder from Parker. “Th-thank you,” Janet said hesitantly. “You too.” “Oh, there’s my cousin John,” Carol said to Janet. “Excuse us. We have to talk to him. I haven’t seen him in ages.” “You just saw him two weeks ago,” Betty said dryly. Carol pasted on a smile. “Aunt Betty, you’re such a joker.” “Yes, that’s me.” “I call her that all the time,” Hank said, drinking his beer. Parker watched them walk around to the other side of the table and chat with the other relatives. “Well, that was painless,” Parker said, sitting next to Charlotte. “I was thinking earlier, I had the immature urge to trip them. I blame you for that.” “It’s a bad sign when you start taking on Lottie’s bad habits,” Hank said. “Parker can use a few bad habits. And new glasses.” Charlotte motioned to them. “I counted ten times in the past few minutes.” Betty leaned into her. “You need to get a better hobby, Charlotte.” Finally, everyone settled down for dinner. Two servers made their way around the table taking orders. When Charlotte ordered, Parker chuckled. “What?” Charlotte asked evenly. “I don’t know how you could possibly be hungry after the side of beef you had with half the cheese in the tri-state area,” she said absently as she read the menu. “Oh, keep still, Miss My Body is a Temple,” she countered playfully. Parker laughed openly, ordered, then handed the waitress her menu. “It is a temple that I nearly ruined with your jalapeño chips earlier.” “I see you’ve introduced Parker to your eating habits.” Betty looked at Parker. “They’re atrocious still?” “I don’t know what she was like as a child, but you should have seen the hamburger she ate this afternoon.” “So, Charlotte,” Carol began as she set her menu on the table. “Here it comes,” Parker mumbled out of the corner of her mouth. Next to her, Hank snorted in agreement. “Where did you two meet? This is so exciting,” Carol said with a thin smile. God, she looks just like her mother. It’s kinda creepy, Parker thought. Charlotte opened her mouth, but Parker gently covered her hand to stop her. “Mind if I tell them, love?” Charlotte gave her a cautious look, mingled with terror, and squeezed her hand a bit too tight. “No, sweetie, go right ahead.” “I met Charlotte over dinner.” “I heard this story. It’s adorable.” Betty leaned in and sighed happily. Parker grinned and continued, “I took one look into those brown eyes, and I knew I wanted to know her better. So I made a fool out of myself and followed her around until she had no choice but to go out with
me.” Charlotte gave her a grateful look, then she smiled. “One thing. I was the one who made a fool of herself. I nearly dislocated my shoulder.” “Oh, this I have to hear,” Betty said. Suddenly, everyone was laughing at the absurd yet funny story from Charlotte. Parker laughed and affectionately touched her shoulder. Betty watched happily. “Charlotte, I have to tell you, I’ve never seen you this happy before. Never.” She looked over at Parker then. “Thank you. I believe you had something to do with this.” Parker had stopped laughing and regarded Charlotte seriously. She then sported a genuine broad smile. “No, this is all Charlotte right now,” she said in a low voice that only Betty and Charlotte heard. “This is good, Charlotte.” Charlotte swallowed and blinked back the tears. “Thank you. You’re right. This was good. I don’t mean to overstate anything, but I feel alive and confident. Does that sound odd?” “Not at all,” Parker said. “And I’m glad.” She and Charlotte looked at each other; suddenly, Parker was not aware of anyone else but Charlotte. “I’ve never noticed it before, but you have amber flecks in your eyes,” Parker nearly whispered. “I do?” Parker nodded. “Makes them sparkle, and it brightens your face.” “Thank you,” Charlotte said, looking down at her napkin. She chuckled then and sang, “Hy-potenuuuse…” “Shut uuup,” Parker mimicked in return. “Hypotenuse?” Betty asked. Parker and Charlotte blushed with embarrassment. “One of you better tell me. You know I’ll nag,” Betty said. Hank leaned over. “And she will.” Parker glanced in Charlotte’s direction and shrugged. “You started it.” “Okay. Parker teaches philosophy, and she was talking about Socrates,” Charlotte started. “Did you know he was Greek?” “Yes,” Betty said cautiously. “Hmm,” Charlotte continued. “Well, anyway, it brought to mind the class I took at Wright Junior College. We learned about what’s his name…?” “Pythagoras,” Parker said dryly. “Right, and his theory, you know, about the hypotenuse and triangles.” Charlotte looked at the vacant expressions. “Hmm. Now I know how Parker feels with her students.” Betty cleared her throat. “What in the world does that have to do with Socrates?” “They both killed themselves?” Hank offered hopefully. “Like I feel right now?” “No.” Charlotte looked at Parker for validation; Parker obediently shook her head. “No, but they were both Romans.” “Greeks,” Parker corrected her, trying to curb her exasperated tone. “Whatever.” Charlotte waved her off. “That’s not the point.” “What is the point?” Hank said. “There is no point,” Parker said emphatically. Charlotte chose to ignore her and Betty’s laugh. “Well, we were talking about ex-girlfriends, and I said, isn’t it better to be talking about hypotenusi and not love? And then I said it would be a great title for a book.” “What would?” Hank looked like he might start crying. “What book?” “What title?” Betty took a very long drink from her beer mug. “You’re giving me such a headache.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes. “The Hypotenuse of Love.” “That’s a book? Never heard of it.” Hank shook his head with an air of dismissal. Parker just sat back and listened to the loving exchange between generations and smiled. She thought this was what it would be like if she and Charlotte were indeed in love, sitting around Betty’s kitchen table for Sunday dinner. An entire family of them, Parker thought. The idea was beginning to appeal to her. Charlotte went on and on, while Betty and Hank listened, trying to keep up. “So that’s what I was talking about,” Charlotte concluded. Betty leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand; she regarded Parker. “And what were you doing all that time?” “Pretty much what I’m doing right now,” Parker said. “Oh, and drinking, which reminds me…” She stood and affectionately kissed Charlotte on the cheek. “Be right back.” “Beer is only rented,” Hank called out as Parker waved as she headed for the restroom. Suddenly, Charlotte felt a pang deep in the pit of her stomach. She took a deep breath and glanced over to see Aunt Betty watching her. “Hurts when she leaves the room, doesn’t it?” “Don’t be a romantic old fool, Aunt Betty,” Charlotte whispered. “Did you ever feel that with Janet?” Betty challenged her. Charlotte thought about the question and tried to remember. She stared off for a moment until Betty broke her reverie. “If you have to think that hard, my dear...” Charlotte smiled and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Aunt Betty. I love you.” “I love you, too, baby,” she whispered and patted her cheek. “Hey, doesn’t anybody love me?” Uncle Hank complained. Both women laughed. “Yes, Parker does,” Aunt Betty said, “and if you let her ride that bike tomorrow, she’ll probably marry you.” While she listened to her aunt and uncle’s playful banter, Charlotte watched Carol, who watched Parker’s exit to the restroom. She narrowed her eyes at her when Carol quickly stood and followed. Charlotte glanced at Janet, who watched, as well. Charlotte thought she saw a pang of resignation flash across her face. She realized that Janet was now getting a little of what she had all her life with Carol. She did not find the revenge as sweet as she thought it would be. It was a hollow feeling to see Janet sitting there, the picture of dejection. She wondered what was happening in the bathroom. “I have a feeling Parker can take care of herself,” Betty whispered, motioning to the restroom. Charlotte grinned and sipped her wine. She hoped Betty was right. ******* Parker came out of the stall in the bathroom and looked up to see Carol standing there washing her hands. “Hi,” she said lightly. “Hi,” Parker said as she stood next to her and turned on the water. Carol looked at Parker through the mirror. “I’m finding it hard to believe that our little Charlotte found the grand prize in you, Professor Englewood. Charlotte is one lucky SOB,” she said and shut off the water. She smiled affectionately. Parker looked at her through the mirror, as well, and noticed how Carol gave her the once-over. She thought of nothing for an instant, then “bitch” came to mind. “Oh, I don’t know,” Parker said as she dried her hands. “I think I’m the lucky one, and I probably have you to thank.” To her extreme pleasure, Carol looked stunned. “Oh? How so?’ “If it wasn’t for you, I would never have met Charlotte. I’m forever thankful, Cousin Carol.” She threw
the paper towel in the wastebasket and looked down into the angry hazel eyes. Parker laughed lightly and walked toward the door. As she opened it, she turned back. “Congratulations on your wedding. I only hope you both get out of your marriage exactly what you deserve,” she said evenly and walked out. She felt practically giddy as she made her way back to the table; she noticed the worried look on Charlotte’s face and had to laugh. “Everything all right?” Charlotte asked cautiously. “You took a rather long time.” “The aftermath of jalapeño chips.” “Very funny. What happened?” “Your cousin…” She stopped. Both noticed Carol as she quickly walked back to the table and sat. Janet leaned in, and Carol just shook her head as she drank her wine. “Everything is just fine,” Parker said with a slight grin. “What did you talk about in there?” Charlotte asked. “Nothing. I said I hoped they have a wonderful marriage and they get out of life exactly what they deserve.” Charlotte laughed and shook her head. “That must have set Carol off.” “She did look a little perturbed. But who cares?” Parker lifted her water glass. “Don’t think about them anymore, Charlotte. It truly isn’t worth your time and energy. The universe has a way of taking care of things.” “Well, Professor, I hope your philosophy of life is right.” “You’d better start calling me darling or something,” Parker said with a devilish grin. “People may think we don’t have—” “The hypotenuse?” Parker let out a genuine laugh. “That is so odd on so many levels.” “Okay, what happened in the bathroom?” Betty asked. “Were you listening?” Charlotte asked. “Of course not, I was doing what every self-respecting aunt would do. I eavesdropped. But I didn’t hear everything.” Parker and Charlotte laughed, but Parker explained the basics of their conversation in the restroom. “I wished her well. She wished me well.” “That child is a piece of work, all right,” Betty said. “But don’t take it to heart, kids. You’ve got much more between you. I know that now.” “How do you know that?” Charlotte asked, avoiding Parker’s grin. “Your hypotenuse, you dope.” Parker exchanged a quick glance with Charlotte but said nothing. She did, however, see the dubious expression flash across Betty’s face. Parker knew the elder sister might be on to them; she only hoped they could keep up the pretense for another day. Then Parker would have Charlotte out of her life, and she could get back to her life of…of what? “Parker?” Shaken from her reverie, Parker quickly looked up when she heard Charlotte’s soft voice. She adjusted her glasses. “I’m sorry. What?” “I just said your pasta will get cold.” Charlotte motioned to the plate in front of her. “Oh. Thanks.” Parker felt the heat rush to her cheeks, and she picked up her fork and wiped it on the napkin. “Are you all right?” Charlotte leaned into her. “What? Oh, sure. Sure. I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“About what?” Charlotte absently pushed her vegetables around her plate. “Oh, nothing really.” Parker looked down at her plate; suddenly, she wasn’t hungry. Betty leaned into them. “You two lost your appetite all of the sudden?” Neither said a word as she stared at her plate. Betty cut into her pork chop. “Must be all that talk about your Greeks.” Parker glanced at Charlotte, who smiled slightly. Parker grinned and reluctantly ate her pasta.
Chapter 8 With the extravaganza over with, they all said their good nights outside the restaurant. Parker noticed Aunt Lucy was all a-twitter as she gushed over the soon-to-be spouses. And when Emily got into the act, Parker could practically feel the tension emanating from Charlotte’s body. She felt a pang of sympathy when she saw the forlorn look, so she gently slipped her hand in the crook of Charlotte’s arm and steered right into the middle of the conversation. “Don’t let them get to you, Charlotte. C’mon,” she whispered firmly as Charlotte hesitated. “Let’s do this tomorrow,” Charlotte pleaded. “I don’t have the strength right now.” “Now or never,” Parker said affectionately. “I’m right here with you.” Charlotte sagged against her for an instant, then took a quivering breath. “You’re right. Let’s do this.” They walked right up to her mother, who looked stunned to see them. “Good night, Mother. We’ll see you in the morning. It’s getting late, and Parker drove all the way,” she said, kissing her mother on the cheek. As she pulled back, she hugged her mother tightly. Parker saw the look of terror in Emily Darcy’s eyes. When Parker realized the woman had no clue how to react, she instantly felt sorry for the woman. Mrs. Darcy awkwardly patted Charlotte on the back. “I love you, Mother.” When Parker heard Charlotte’s whisper, she felt her chest tighten. My God, she thought, should it be such a struggle for a mother to say she loved her daughter? Charlotte then quickly pulled back and wiped her cheek. Parker stepped up and offered her hand. “Good night, Mrs. Darcy, Lucy,” she said with a smile. She then saw the two lovebirds. “Good night, Janet and Cousin Carol,” she added happily. She was glad when Charlotte chuckled. Once again, she slipped her hand under Charlotte’s elbow and led her back to the car without another word to any of them. “That was interesting,” Parker said as they drove the short way back to the house. Charlotte laughed. “A nice way to put it.” She looked out her window and sighed. “Thanks for doing this, Parker. I know I’ve said that more than once.” “I had a nice time. Especially with Betty and Hank. I can see where you love them.” “I do. They’ve been my saviors many times in the past. And tonight. Along with you,” she added quietly. Parker stole a glance as they pulled into the driveway. “I’m glad I could do it.” Once inside, they found Betty sitting in the living room; she had kicked off her shoes and had her feet up on the ottoman. “There you are.” “You certainly took off in a hurry,” Charlotte said. “I cannot abide a lengthy and un-heartfelt goodbye. And I am sure our exit was not missed. Am I right?” Betty grinned and looked from Charlotte to Parker. “You’re right.” “You sound exhausted and fed up, Charlotte. Did anything happen?” Charlotte shrugged, but when she looked at Parker, she smiled. “Parker made me realize something and face it.” Parker grinned, as well. “Right there in the parking lot.” Betty laughed. “You needn’t go into detail. I can only imagine. When I left them on the steps, Lucy and Em were all excited about tomorrow afternoon. I can just hear them. That’s why your uncle and I made a hasty retreat. I had enough sugar at dinner.” “That’s exactly what happened,” Charlotte said, leaning against the doorjamb. “And tomorrow, it’ll be over and you can get back to being in love in Chicago.” Parker noticed Betty’s curious expression when neither of them replied to her.
“Coffee anyone?” Betty finally asked. “Oh, not for me, thanks,” Parker said, stifling a yawn. “I’ll take a pass, as well, Aunt Betty.” “Then you’d better get to bed, or you’ll have to carry me upstairs. I could fall asleep right here. Good night, my darlings.” She stood and kissed Charlotte. She looked up at Parker and pulled her down for a soft kiss. “Thank you for loving Charlotte.” Parker winced through the deception. “My pleasure. Good night,” she said kindly, then they headed upstairs. Neither one of them thought of the sleeping arrangements. Once in the bedroom, they both stared at the double bed. “Well, darling,” Parker said; she hid her grin when Charlotte shot her a dagger. “I’ll just go change in the bathroom.” She quickly grabbed a few items and slipped out. Charlotte changed into a pair of flannel sweats and a T-shirt, then stared at the bed. She looked around for a large chair or something for her or Parker to sleep in with no luck. And she couldn’t ask Parker to sleep in that old desk chair or on the floor, not after what Parker had done for her that day. And the idea of sleeping in a desk chair held absolutely no appeal for her. When she heard a quiet knock on the door, she smiled; Parker walked in when she opened it. “Look,” Parker whispered. “I can go sleep downstairs on the couch. I’ll tell them that I have a bad back,” she offered seriously while stifling a yawn. Charlotte sat on the bed and looked down at her hands but said nothing. “Charlotte, I know we want them to think we’re…well, honestly, I could sleep on the floor. Actually, that would be good for my back,” she said seriously. She tried not to look lovingly at the bed with the fluffy down quilt. “I don’t care what any of them think anymore, Parker,” she said in a small voice. “This was such a terrible thing to ask you to do. What was I thinking?” “You weren’t, but let’s be honest, neither was I,” Parker admitted and sat next to her on the bed. “You should have said no.” “I suppose I should have.” “Why didn’t you?” Parker laughed quietly. “Because you’re hard to say no to. And to be honest, I don’t think I wanted to say no. So please don’t apologize anymore. I’m really having a good time. I got to ride a vintage Harley, so I’m good.” Charlotte chuckled at the truth. “I don’t want you to sleep on the floor or on the couch. C’mon, we’re both adults,” she said and stood. “Let’s get this over with.” “That’s the spirit!” Parker followed suit. Charlotte stopped abruptly. “I didn’t mean it that way. “I know. Okay, what’s your favorite?” Charlotte gave her a tired curious look. “Favorite what?” “Side,” Parker answered. Charlotte smiled. “Left.” “Wonderful, I’m a righty.” Both women bumped into each other as they made their way to their respective sides. The first to slide into bed quickly, Charlotte pulled the big down comforter to her chin. She heard Parker groan happily as she stretched out beside her. Putting her hands behind her head, she let out a deep sigh. “Lights out?” Parker whispered. Charlotte nodded from her cocoon. Parker leaned over and flipped off the light.
In the darkness, they lay side by side, nearly touching. They had little choice; the double bed just fit both of them. For a few moments, the only sound was their breathing and the autumn breeze that whistled through the window. “When I was a child, I used to sleep right here in this bed and listen to the wind whistling just as it is now,” Charlotte whispered. “Were you scared?” Parker asked softly. “No, just lonely. I used to dream about creating a famous sculpture that would come to life and fall in love with me.” “That’s a nice dream. It can still happen,” Parker said as she turned her head to see Charlotte’s pretty profile silhouetted in the half-light of the moon. “Although you might want to settle for the human variety. It’s a little creepy otherwise.” She smiled when Charlotte laughed quietly, pulling the comforter tight under her chin once again. “Are you sorry you came?” “No, I’m glad, though I’m sorry I put you in this position…” “It’s not all that uncomfortable,” Parker said in a low voice. “What happened in the bathroom at the restaurant? I know there had to be more than what you told Aunt Betty.” Parker chuckled as she adjusted her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling. “Cousin Carol is quite the rogue. I’m not too sure I want her as an in-law. This would be a deal breaker, Charlotte. If it weren’t for the Harley.” Charlotte snorted sarcastically, and Parker laughed. Charlotte followed, and soon, both women were laughing in the darkness. Charlotte shrieked with laughter as Parker tried to place a pillow over her face to quiet her. “Hey. Keep it down in there.” They both looked wide-eyed at each other when they heard Hank’s voice. Then the fit of giggles started again. Charlotte took a deep breath as their laughter subsided. “So is this going to be uncomfortable for you to sleep like this?” “It seems to be a comfortable bed.” “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” “I have no reason to think it will be uncomfortable,” Parker said; she turned her head to look at Charlotte. “Will it for you?” Charlotte mirrored her gaze. “I don’t think so.” When Parker turned on her side to face her, Charlotte let out a nervous laugh. “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” “Parker.” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t I believe you?” “I don’t know. I’m a believable kind of woman. I believe.” “You know what Nietzsche said.” “What?” “No. I’m asking you. You’re the philosopher.” “I don’t feel very philosophical right now.” “No? What are you feeling?” Charlotte whispered. “I feel comfortable here with you. At ease, perhaps that’s a better word.” Charlotte grinned, cuddling the quilt closer. “So…um…you feel at ease. Is that all?” “What else could there be?” Parker whispered. “You sound disappointed.” “Well, it’s not very flattering to say you feel at ease when you’re in bed with another woman. I am a woman. You are aware of that?” “I am very aware.”
“Well, that’s good. And you’re a woman.” “Thank you.” “And well, we’re both—” “Women?” Parker sidled a little closer to her. “Charlotte Darcy, are you trying to get me to kiss you?” “No!” Charlotte tried to sound indignant; it wasn’t working. “You adorable hypocrite. You are, too.” “I am not. I think that would certainly complicate things. Don’t you think it would certainly complicate things?” “I’m not certain at all. How so?” Parker reached over and gently brushed the hair away from her forehead with the back of her hand. “Well,” Charlotte said after a sharp intake of breath. “For one thing…” She sighed when she felt Parker’s fingertips dance against her cheek. “And if that’s not a good enough reason, then there’s…” “What was the first thing?” Charlotte tried to breathe without hyperventilating. “I can’t remember. So you’d better kiss me.” Parker smiled again and leaned in. “I suppose I should. You know what Gottfried Leibniz said…” “I have absolutely no idea who he is, but it better be ‘shut up and kiss me.’” “I believe that’s exactly what his wife said.” When Parker placed a light kiss against her lips, Charlotte forgot everything—the reason they were here, the complication from what was about to happen, her name, her date of birth… She was extremely disappointed when Parker pulled away. Disappointment turned to worry when she saw the strange look. “What’s wrong?” Parker licked her lips. “Charlotte, I—” “You don’t have to say it. It’s all right. I understand.” “No, I don’t think you do—” “I’m not a child. I was wrong to do this to you and put you in this position. It’s all right. Let’s just go to sleep and forget this happened.” “I wish I could.” Parker sat up and faced her. “I want to do this right.” “Do what?” Charlotte asked, pulling the quilt under her chin for the third time. Parker laughed at her horrified expression. “Even in the moonlight, you look like an owl. Listen to me. I think things are changing between us. I know that was just a kiss, but I can feel a transition coming here.” She put up her hand to stop Charlotte. “Please don’t bring up Pythagoras.” “I wasn’t.” “Oh, yes, you were.” “Don’t be so smug. I don’t think I want to go on with this discussion.” “Well, we’re going to.” Parker reached around and turned on the table lamp. “I need to get a few things in order here.” Charlotte groaned and pulled the quilt over her head. “It’s late, Parker. And we just kissed. Can’t we discuss the china pattern in the morning?” Parker laughed and gently pulled the quilt down, revealing the tousled blond hair and big brown eyes. “Tell me something.” “I promise to close the cabinet doors.” “Don’t say things you don’t mean. Did you enjoy that kiss?” An arched eyebrow was Charlotte’s response. Parker again laughed. “Answer me.” “Of course I enjoyed it.” Charlotte sat up. “Parker, I’ve enjoyed the entire time I’ve been with you.” Parker blinked in amazement. “Me too,” she whispered. “I feel a little sick.” “Sick how?” Charlotte leaned away from her. “Sick like wonderful anticipation or sick like horrible constipation?”
“The former,” Parker said. “I think we—” Charlotte gently guided Parker back against the pillows. She reached over her and turned out the light. As she loomed over Parker, she leaned down and kissed her. “We will talk about this tomorrow on our ride. How about that? I think we both need to step back.” Parker nodded. “Should I sleep on the floor?” “No,” Charlotte said and kissed her forehead. She then lay back and cuddled closer. “Just watch the hands. I’d hate to have Uncle Hank barge in with his shotgun.” They both laughed at the idea and cuddled closer. “It feels good to laugh with you and be like this,” Charlotte said. “I agree completely.” “And you’re tired,” Charlotte whispered. “Get some sleep. Good night, Parker.” “Good night, Charlotte. Pleasant dreams,” she mumbled and faded off to sleep. Charlotte watched her for long moments, hearing her deep breaths and watching her breasts rise and fall with the rhythm of her breathing. She was soon lulled into a peaceful sleep.
Chapter 9 Parker woke slowly with a contented sigh. She was still on her back as she cracked one eye open. She snuggled the pillow closer, and her eyes flew open. She looked down to see Charlotte lying nearly on top of her. The unruly blond head was nuzzled into her shoulder, and her left arm flung possessively around her waist. As Parker tried to move, she felt Charlotte’s leg sensually riding between her own. My God, I’ve never been so comfortable, she thought, and so aroused. This is not good, or it’s too good. Which was better? Not good or too good? In the back of her mind, she thought this would be a good discussion for the classroom. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. She smiled and pulled Charlotte closer. Only four thirty, she thought, and as she faded back to sleep, she felt Charlotte stir beside her, then her body tensed. Damn, she’s awake, Parker thought. She then immediately felt guilty for holding on to her. As she loosened her embrace, Charlotte snuggled closer, much to Parker’s delight. “It’s okay, Parker. I’m very comfortable,” Charlotte mumbled as her hand found its way past Parker’s breast where her fingers caressed her neck. She sighed and nuzzled closer. Parker took a deep happy breath. “If you’re okay with this, then so am I.” Then, because it seemed the natural thing to do, she kissed Charlotte’s head and fell back to sleep. ******* Charlotte woke a few hours later and realized they were both lying on their sides facing each other; limbs entwined, and her face was dangerously close to Parker’s breast. Oh, boy, she thought as she reluctantly eased out of her warm embrace. Parker groaned and rolled onto her back as Charlotte slipped out of bed. Her bladder was begging for relief. She decided to shower and stay up; the idea of crawling back into bed with Parker was much too tempting. She took her clothes and toiletries and tiptoed out of the room. The heavenly aroma of coffee and cinnamon from the kitchen lingered with her as she stepped under the hot spray of the shower. The smells immediately reminded her of her youth here with Aunt Betty and Uncle Hank. They were there for her more than her mother ever was. Perhaps it was because Charlotte’s father died so young of cancer. Maybe her mother just couldn’t get over it, but whatever the reason, Charlotte had grown weary of trying to find out; her mother grew distant and impatient with Charlotte as the years went on. It seemed she never supported her or protected her as a mother should. Perhaps Charlotte was too sensitive, too clingy. Aunt Betty and Uncle Hank were not like that. She spent every minute she could with them. However, in doing so, it also meant time with the dragon lady Aunt Lucy and her evil spawn Carol. Charlotte chuckled to herself at the description as she made her way downstairs after she showered and dressed. Betty and Hank were sitting at the kitchen table talking and holding hands. She stopped for an instant and watched the tender exchange, unnoticed. Growing up and visiting them, Charlotte remembered there was always love and affection around this old house. Oh, they argued; there was no doubt of that. She recalled a particular time in her teenage years when they had a wonderful battle of wills. Uncle Hank wanted to ride the motorcycle, and Aunt Betty said no, stating he had chores to do outside before the winter came. They argued, but in the end, Hank grumbled and got the ladder. She remembered when she stood in the yard watching him clean the gutters. Aunt Betty walked out with a glass of water and handed it to him. She reached over, smoothed his damp hair, and kissed him. He grumbled but smiled and returned her tender kiss. Later that day, Charlotte heard the rumbling roar of his motorcycle, and off he went, but not before giving Aunt Betty a huge kiss and a swat on the ass. “This is a nice way to start the morning,” Charlotte said warmly as she walked into the kitchen.
Both looked up and smiled. “Hey, sweetie pie, good morning,” Uncle Hank said and kissed her as she bent down. She did the same to Aunt Betty. “Good morning, dear. How did you sleep? I take it Parker is still out. Must have been all the laughing last night,” she said and winked at Hank. Charlotte blushed as she got a cup of coffee. She sat next to them and let out a deep pensive breath. “Wow, that sounds serious,” Hank said as he watched her. “What’s wrong, honey?” “Oh, I don’t know. My life is a mess!” Charlotte blurted out. Uncle Hank’s mouth dropped. Aunt Betty cocked her head in confusion. “Why? Tell me,” Betty urged. She said nothing for a moment, and Hank gave her a wary look. “Tell us the truth about Parker, Lottie.” Charlotte’s head shot up, and she opened her mouth in protest but realized her insecurity was her undoing. “What do you mean?” “Honey,” Betty said, “we’re not blind. We can see there’s something between you two, but we can also see something odd.” “And it’s not you,” Hank said with a wisp of a smile. “So give.” Charlotte took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I just met Parker a few days ago.” She waited for the gasp of surprise that did not come. Betty shook her head. “I have a feeling I know what happened here.” “You do?” Hank looked decidedly confused. “Well, I don’t. So quit with the woman’s intuition and tell me.” “I was feeling immature and envious and revengeful.” “Good grief, all at once?” Hank asked, scratching his head. Betty leaned over and lovingly pinched his arm. “Go on, sweetie,” Betty said. “I wanted everyone to know I could get a beautiful, smart woman just like Carol. They all think I’m a loser, and I suppose I wanted to prove them wrong. So when I saw Parker at the restaurant, I had the idea to ask her to the wedding. I explained the reason.” Betty nodded approvingly. “And she came anyway?” “Well, I don’t know if she would have agreed if I told her about us being a couple for six months or staying here. I kinda sprung that on her in your driveway. She couldn’t very well just drive away.” Hank laughed, then cleared his throat when Betty glared at him. “She’s a good sport,” Hank said. “Yes, she is.” Charlotte sighed deeply. “It seemed like such a good idea at the time. Now look what I’ve done. Parker was kind enough to go along with my harebrained idea, and I’ve taken a normal, honest, caring woman and turned her into a co-conspirator.” “Charlotte, it’s not that bad.” “Can you get any jail time for being a co-conspirator for something like this?” Hank asked. “I feel like an idiot.” Betty shook her head and smiled affectionately. “Charlotte Darcy, you are a nut. But I know you. You have that tone in your voice. And I saw the way you looked at her in the restaurant. Parker means more to you than a weekend date. How do you feel about her?” “I don’t know now,” she said quietly, looking at her coffee cup. “I’m afraid it’s getting complicated.” “Getting?” Hank laughed while leaning away from Betty. “Lottie, look at me. You weren’t this happy with Janet. Come to think of it, you never looked happier with anyone.” Charlotte shrugged and drank her coffee. Betty watched her. “And what does Parker feel?” “I don’t know that, either. It’s a mess.”
“I know,” Hank said. “I see the way she looks at you, kiddo. Her eyes light up when she looks at you. And another thing. I know a bike lover when I see one. The first thing she thought of when she got on the Harley was to apologize for not being able to take you along. Don’t tell me she doesn’t have feelings for you.” “How can she, Uncle Hank? Look what I’ve done. I’ve taken a normal, well-adjusted, and probably highly respected professor of philosophy, for heaven’s sake, and turned her into a lying…” “Co-conspirator?” Both hid their grins as she sputtered along. “Why would she care at all? How? God, why do I do such stupid things?” Aunt Betty reached across and firmly held her hand. “You do not do stupid things. Well, maybe a few, but your intentions were always good,” she added quickly. Hank chuckled. “Yep, you’ve paved nearly every road in Galena with good intentions, that’s true,” he joked. He then cleared his throat as Betty glared at him again. “Sorry, Lottie.” Charlotte laughed ruefully, knowing he was right. “Charlotte, you’re a sensitive, caring woman. Your only problem is that you care too much what people are thinking of you. More accurately, your family,” Betty said. “Now listen to me. I knew at a young age what Emily and Lucy were like. Even as children, they were mean-spirited. I think they got it from our mother. You remember your grandmother,” she reminded her, and Charlotte nodded empathetically. “She was old, very old, and all I remembered was how she gossiped and judged everyone. When I was a girl, I’d sit at the kitchen table and listen along with Mother and Aunt Lucy.” She gave Betty a curious look. “Now that I’m thinking of it, where were you then, Aunt Betty? I don’t ever remember you sitting around with your sisters.” Betty let out a sarcastic snort that had Hank laughing. “I was too busy romancing this idiot. I fell in love with a worthless handyman who had a penchant for motorcycles. He was a bad boy and….” “You thought you’d get back at Grandma?” Charlotte finished for her. Betty gave Charlotte a sad look and shook her head. “No, darling. That’s where you and I are different. I remember you bringing home the same type of woman. You wanted to punish your mother for whatever reason. I loved your uncle, and I didn’t care what they thought.” Charlotte realized then how true that statement was. Though she was attracted to the bad girls, she only brought them home to torque her mother. “It didn’t work,” Charlotte said through the haze of memories. “She never cared. Why?” She looked up with tears in her eyes. Hank sat forward, and he and Betty each gently took a hand and held it. “I’m going to tell you something, Charlotte, and you can believe it or not. Your mother is just a mean woman. No getting around it. She’s selfish. Why do you think she never remarried?” Charlotte shrugged. She thought about it many times. She was only five when her father died; she barely remembered him. “She didn’t want to,” Betty continued, “she never really wanted to marry Tom. I’m not saying she’s the devil, honey. I’m just telling you it’s time you lived your own life for yourself. She’s your mother, yes. You love her, of course. But if you’re looking for …” “The love that I have with you and Uncle Hank.” “And Parker, don’t forget her in this mess,” Hank said firmly. Charlotte took a deep breath and contemplated the possibility. She thought of Parker’s kind way. “Maybe she just wants to be a friend.” Hank snorted and rolled his eyes. “I’m no expert, but that woman upstairs wants more than just a friendship with you. Trust me.”
She sat back and sighed. “I don’t know.” “Yes, you do,” Betty said and patted her hand as she stood. “Enough talk. Let’s get breakfast ready. I have a feeling your professor will be hungry.” Hank watched her for a moment. “I don’t mean to get personal...” “Hank!” He ignored her. “What happened last night?” Charlotte’s eyes bugged out of her head. They heard a spoon clang to the floor as Betty whirled around. “Hank Greeley!” “Oh, we’re all adults here. I’m trying to figure out the professor. Did she, you know, try anything?” “No!” Charlotte exclaimed indignantly. “Well, we kissed.” “And?” Charlotte groaned with embarrassment. “She stopped it before we… Well, she was a perfect gentlemen, er, lady. She even offered to sleep on the couch or the floor. Good grief, Uncle Hank. She’s not like that. She’s kind and considerate.” “Never even tried anything after she kissed ya?” he gently prodded. “No!” He sat back and grinned like a fool. “She loves you.” Both women gaped at him as he drank his coffee sporting a smug grin. Charlotte shook her head as if to clear out the cobwebs. She stood and poured herself another cup of coffee. “I need to get some air,” she said as if in a trance. Betty handed her the tweed blazer that hung on the door. Charlotte took the coffee and walked out the back door. Both watched her as she walked away from the house and back toward the woods. Their hearts ached for her. “It was hard for her. She was always so sensitive and emotional as a young girl.” “Especially in a family that has no idea how to show affection,” Hank said. “And now, she’s a grown woman trying to put it behind her at last.” Betty turned to Hank and slapped him on the shoulder. “What got into you?” He laughed and pulled Betty into his arms. “I love you. Why God thought it best we not be blessed with children, I don’t know, but I’m glad he gave us Charlotte. She’s a good woman, reminds me of you in many ways. Now kiss me.” Betty did just that; she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a scorcher. “You better make me feel like this till the day I die, Hank Greeley.” “You know I will, Betts,” he whispered and kissed her once more. Both jumped when they heard Parker barge into the kitchen. “Oh, crap! I’m so sorry. I…” Parker stammered and lurched forward as the swinging door hit her in the back. “I’ll just…” “It’s all right, Parker. We’re through. Just so much my old heart can take,” Hank said with a grin. “Sit, have some coffee.” “Have you seen Charlotte? Thanks.” She sat as Betty placed the steamy mug in front of her. “She’s out taking a walk.” Hank sat opposite her. “Said she needed some air.” “Really? I hope she’s feeling all right.” “Can I ask you a question?” The clang of yet another spoon hitting the floor stopped him. He bent down and picked it up, never losing eye contact with Parker. “Sure,” Parker said evenly. “But I have to tell you, I’m a little nervous.” “Good. Are you in love with my niece?” Parker had the cup to her lips and stopped dead. She then took a sip and set the cup down.
“I can see the dilemma in your eyes,” Hank said. “I’m not sure how to answer you.” “You’re taking too long,” Hank said. “Either you do or you don’t.” “Hank,” Betty said in a warning voice. “I care very much about your niece,” Parker said. “And I’m being very honest with you both.” When she didn’t elaborate, Betty sat down. “I know we’ve just met. But you can talk to us if you want to. We had a nice discussion with Charlotte already.” “You did?” Parker took a drink of coffee first. “I don’t like lying to you because I like you very much. You’re honest people who opened your hearts and home to me. I wanted to tell you the truth, and I know deep inside, so did Charlotte.” “She told us. That’s why she went for a walk,” Betty said. “I don’t want to hurt Charlotte. I can imagine she’s very upset right now.” Parker nervously adjusted her glasses. “Okay. It’s true, I do care. Probably more than I thought in such a short time. Waking up this morning was the most peaceful I’ve ever felt in my life. When I realized I was alone, I felt an absurd sense of loss. I don’t know.” Betty and Hank watched Parker as she stared off into space. “She needs her mother’s approval so badly,” Parker went on quietly. “I wish for her sake she did not, but I can’t do anything about it.” “If ya loved her, ya could,” Hank said. Parker looked at both and chuckled sadly. “Hank, I cannot make this better for Charlotte. She has to come to grips with this on her own terms.” “Carol…” “Oh, the devil with Carol.” Suddenly, Parker was angry, and she didn’t know why. “Carol is a selfimportant boob. She has no soul, nor does she really care about anyone. After last night, I realized that no one, except for you two, has any idea how to love each other. What is that? I mean, they’re family, for chrissakes. Mrs. Darcy is her mother!” Her voice squeaked in disbelief. “All Charlotte wants is to be loved and respected. Well, if that’s too much for them, then to hell with them. She doesn’t need them. Does her mother know that she’s an artist? I’ve seen one taking shape in her studio. It was wonderful. And I know of another that was good enough to sell. That alone should attest to her talent.” She stopped and took a deep breath before she continued on her tirade. “I can’t make this right for Charlotte whether I care for her or not, but I’ll tell you one thing. If Cousin Carol says one thing to Charlotte to make her sad today, I swear I’ll…” She stopped and blushed horribly. “I’m sorry. I have no right…” “You have every right. If you love her,” Betty said softly. Neither of them realized Hank was missing until he came back into the kitchen a moment later. “Where did you go?” Betty asked. He was holding an old, worn black leather jacket. “Stand up,” he ordered Parker. Parker was stunned but obeyed. “Try this on.” He held the jacket up, and Parker slipped into it. It fit perfectly. Tears sprang to Betty’s eyes as she shook her head. “I’ve had this for quite a while. I was much thinner then,” he said gruffly. Parker smiled as she felt the worn soft supple leather. “Hank, I can’t….” He put his hand up and smiled. “I want you to have it. It brought me great luck,” he said and motioned to Betty, who wiped the tears from her cheeks. He leaned in. “They’re all suckers for a bad boy on a bike,” he whispered evenly. He then handed her a set of keys. “Take Charlotte for a ride, get the road underneath you, and clear your heads and your hearts.” He then waved his hand. “And do that hypotenuse thing.” Parker chuckled and ran her fingers through her hair before taking the keys. “Thanks, Hank. I’ll be
careful. With both of them,” she added and walked out of the kitchen. “She’ll do fine,” Hank said and smiled. He walked over to Betty and kissed her deeply. “Ya don’t mind I gave it to her?” “No, you old fool. I love you for it. I only hope Charlotte will see what’s right in front of her and move on,” she said in a hopeful voice. “You did. And I think Charlotte is just as smart as her aunt.”
Chapter 10 Charlotte absently walked the clearing in the woods just beyond the garage. Her arms were folded and her head bent in contemplation. Her mind reeled with all she and Aunt Betty and Uncle Hank talked about that morning. Could it be possible that she felt something for Parker? Even more confounding, did Parker feel anything for her? They only shared a bed and a couple of kisses. That was more than likely what Parker wanted to discuss today. She probably wanted to get the hell out of Galena and retreat to the safety of the university, and Charlotte couldn’t blame her in the least. “What a jackass I am,” Charlotte said, shaking her head. When she heard the roar of the engine, her head shot up. She shook her head and chuckled. “Uncle Hank, it’s much too early for this,” she said and started back. As the rumbling got louder, her heartbeat quickened; she really loved that sound. She was stunned at the sight as she walked around to the garage door, which was open. She expected to see Hank puttering around. But this she never, ever expected. The vision of Parker wearing an old worn leather jacket and sitting on the Harley made her mouth bone dry. Parker wore a pair of blue jeans and hiking boots. She lowered her glasses and motioned for Charlotte to get on the bike. She grinned like a fool, ran over to the bike, and hopped on the back. She wrapped her arms around Parker’s waist and felt the vibrations up her spine. Parker patted her hands and took off. As they drove around the back of the house, Charlotte saw Betty and Hank waving happily from the kitchen window. Parker said something over her shoulder, which Charlotte couldn’t hear above the roar of the engine, and that was just fine. Charlotte laid her cheek against the supple leather-clad back as it shielded her from the wind. She tightened her hold around Parker’s waist. It was early morning. The sun was shining, and the cool autumn air awakened her senses. They rode for twenty minutes or so when Charlotte yelled into her ear, “Turn right at the next road.” Parker nodded, and as she found it, she slowed and turned down the wooded dirt road. As they rode through the woods, the lake came into view. Charlotte gazed around the familiar setting as Parker stopped the bike; putting her feet down, she steadied it as she killed the engine. The quiet was deafening as Charlotte hopped off. “I had forgotten how exhilarating, and at the same time, calming it was to be open on the road like this,” Parker said, running her fingers through her wind-blown hair. “Has it been that long?” Charlotte asked, leading them toward the lake. “God, yes. Almost four years.” They walked until they reached the shoreline. Parker looked up and closed her eyes to the warmth of the morning sun. “I like this.” “This is where I used to come when I was younger,” Charlotte said as she put her hands in the pockets of her tweed blazer. Parker took off her sunglasses and smiled. “Brought all the gals here, did ya?” Charlotte smiled and looked out at the lake. “I’ve never brought anyone here, actually.” She walked to a huge boulder and sat down. Parker stood and looked at the lake. “It is beautiful.” She looked across the lake. “Who owns this property?” “I do.” Parker whirled around and sported an incredulous look. “What?” Charlotte grinned sheepishly. “Well, I own a small parcel. We’re standing on it. When I sold my first
piece, I should have paid my bills,” she said with a mischievous grin. “But I bought this.” She waved her hand in the air. “It’s only two and a half acres, but someday, maybe I’ll build a little house or something. It’s just…” “It’s yours and no one else’s. You come here for peace and to dream,” Parker said, looking down at her as she sat on the boulder. Charlotte tried to hide her amazement that Parker would know her so well. Parker squatted down, picked up a few stones, and skipped them through the lake. They both watched the stone bounce along the surface of the water. Charlotte grinned affectionately as she watched; there were so many sides to Parker Englewood. She was intelligent and nerdy; this point was verified when Charlotte remembered how she constantly pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. Now Parker looked tough and rugged as she threw the stones into the lake. Her wild short hair glistened in the sunlight. Charlotte studied her strong profile as Parker watched the rippling lake with intense scrutiny. “Well, if you build here, you may want to face the west. Luckily, you’ll be facing the lake, too, and you’ll see that and the sunset,” she said seriously and looked around. “I hope you already have water and electricity. If you don’t, it will cost you a good penny to…” Charlotte couldn’t help it any longer. She found herself reaching down and pulling Parker into a long kiss. Parker groaned as she knelt there, her hands resting on either side of Charlotte’s thighs. She felt the warmth of the boulder spread upward from her hands. Charlotte’s warm hands gently cupped her face as the kiss deepened. She then pulled back and grinned as Parker swayed slightly; her eyes closed, and her lips parted. She slowly opened her blue eyes and stared in amazement at Charlotte, who was grinning sheepishly. “W-why did you do that?” Parker asked in a ragged voice. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her lips tingling. She felt the ache in her groin that she hadn’t felt in a while. “We were supposed to talk first.” “I wanted to, I guess. Should I apologize?” Charlotte asked in a hesitant voice. Parker licked her dry lips, put her hands on the small waist, and pulled her down to her. Now both were kneeling, facing each other. Parker pulled her close. “Don’t ever apologize about how you feel, Charlotte. Not to me, not to anyone,” she whispered as she watched the warm full lips. “Ever.” She kissed her deeply then. Charlotte’s senses were reeling from the kiss, the touch of this woman, the smell of the worn leather. Her heart raced, and her body trembled. Parker felt it and held her closer, deepening the kiss as her tongue pleaded for entrance. Charlotte moaned, and suddenly, the kiss grew with intensity, and Parker quickly slid the blazer off her shoulders. Charlotte struggled out of it, never breaking the searing kiss. Parker let go and struggled with the zipper of the jacket. “Leave it on,” Charlotte gasped. She pulled Parker’s hands away. “Are you sure about this?” Parker asked as she opened her eyes. “Yes, more than I’ve ever been in my life. Please,” she begged quietly. Parker grinned and gently laid her on the grass. She loomed over her, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, frantically trying to feel every inch of her. Charlotte cried out as Parker kissed her neck. Charlotte ran her fingers through her hair, her fingers raking across the back of Parker’s neck. “God, Charlotte.” She groaned and shivered. Charlotte made a mental note: Back of neck—sensitive. “I need you,” she whispered in a ragged voice. Charlotte moaned and took her hand, pushing it down her own body. “I need you, too, Parker.” She sighed deeply. When she felt Parker’s hand between her legs, Charlotte arched her back into her touch. “Yes, Parker.” She frantically unbuttoned her own blouse and gasped as Parker unhooked the front clasp of her bra with
ease. Her body was on fire when she felt Parker’s lips on her breasts. “Oh, God!” Charlotte cried out, pulling Parker closer, then she jumped when she felt her warm hands unzip her jeans. “Touch me, please,” she begged and raised her hips. Charlotte could barely breathe when she felt Parker teasing her; the anticipation was unbearable. This was no time for teasing. “Parker, please.” Charlotte groaned deeply, raising her hips once more. Primal lust then took over. Parker entered her with one finger, pulled back, then added another. Charlotte cried out and tried to get out of her jeans. “No, leave them.” Parker gasped as she thrust deeply, not wanting to waste a moment loving her. Clawing now at the leather jacket, Charlotte was near the edge. When Charlotte felt Parker’s thumb against her clitoris, that did it. Charlotte cried out as she writhed beneath her. Parker continued to love her. Charlotte ran her fingers through Parker’s hair, pulling her as close as possible. Her orgasm rippled through her; just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Parker slowed and easily brought her back down to earth, or wherever they were… “Oh, my God,” Charlotte whispered; she felt weightless as her hands fell away from Parker’s back. “I can’t move.” Parker gently stroked her, sliding her fingers slowly back and forth. She gazed down into Charlotte’s eyes with a loving smile. “That was wonderful,” Parker whispered. Charlotte closed her eyes; she could only nod as Parker leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. When Charlotte’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the impish grin. “Pleased with yourself?” “Yes, I am. Are you pleased?” “Yes, I am. You’re good, Professor Englewood. You have many hidden talents,” she said in a low voice. Parker actually blushed deeply and shrugged. Charlotte reached up and caressed her cheek. She then slowly unzipped the leather jacket. Parker leaned back a bit to give her more room, never losing eye contact. Charlotte snaked her other hand in between them as she unbuttoned the denim shirt, surprised to see Parker wore no bra. She swallowed convulsively as she reached in and palmed the smaller breasts. Parker’s eyes fluttered closed at her touch, and she swayed slightly. Charlotte grinned at the helpless woman above her. “Don’t move, Parker. Please, stay just as you are,” she whispered, and Parker, breathing heavily through her nose, just nodded in compliance. Charlotte gently ran her fingertips across her nipples, sending a shudder through Parker as a deep groan escaped her. One hand wandered down the flat abdomen, grinning as the muscles involuntarily fluttered from her touch. She deftly unbuttoned each of the buttons on her fly. Each movement caused Parker to jerk and tremble. “Straddle me, Parker,” Charlotte ordered. Parker did so quickly. Balanced on her outstretched hands, Parker’s breathing became very ragged. Charlotte could practically feel the heat emanating from Parker’s body. She knew it was from the leather jacket. She wanted to take pity on her and let Parker take it off, but she looked so fricking sexy above her… Charlotte pushed Parker’s jeans down her hips. Parker frantically kicked one boot off, which took a while. Charlotte grinned as she assisted her as she struggled to get one leg out of the tight-fitting jeans. Once accomplished, Charlotte quickly pulled her back into position with Parker hunched over her, her body begging for her touch. She caressed her hips and ran her fingers up her back, under the jacket. “You want me now, don’t you?” Parker just nodded furiously. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.” Charlotte slipped her hand between her legs, amazed at the moisture she found. Parker groaned deeply and rocked slightly back and forth, her breasts swaying freely. “Ohgodohgod.” Parker moaned, her eyes shut tight in almost a grimace. Charlotte watched her as she flicked her fingers around her hard clit. Parker jerked against her hand
and moaned. She then moved her fingers farther through her and teased her opening. Seeing this woman above her in a leather jacket brought out the erotic side of Charlotte. “Tell me what you want,” she said in a low commanding voice. Parker’s eyes opened and tried to focus. She saw the lustful look in the brown eyes. She gave Parker a challenging look as she took the other hand and ran it up and down the sleeve of the worn leather. Parker knew then… “Fuck me,” she whispered firmly, looking into her eyes. Charlotte swallowed hard and did just that. She plunged two fingers deep, causing Parker to arch and throw her head back. She let out a strangled cry as she rode against Charlotte’s hand. “A-a bit harder, please.” Parker gasped. Charlotte smiled inwardly at the polite, professorial request. She knew it was probably too much for Parker to say “fuck me harder.” Soon, Parker was sweating and panting through her impending orgasm. Charlotte reached up and grabbed her breast, and that was it. Parker tensed as tight as a bow, suspended on the edge of ecstasy. Charlotte was in awe as she watched this woman above her giving herself completely to her. It was a magnificent moment. “Parker, open your eyes,” she pleaded. Blue eyes instantly popped open, clouded with desire. “Now,” she whispered. Parker whimpered as her body broke into a thunderous orgasm. She jerked and trembled through it, never losing eye contact. Finally, her arms gave out as she collapsed on Charlotte’s body. She was quivering and shaking as Charlotte held on to her. “Geezus,” Parker mumbled into her neck. “Can I please take this jacket off?” she asked helplessly. Charlotte laughed and gently rolled her limp body onto her back. She now loomed over her and kissed her deeply. “That was tremendous.” Parker sighed, exhausted. She looked up to see Charlotte’s body blocking out the sun. “You look like an angel.” Charlotte chuckled and wiped the damp hair off her brow. “You made me use vulgarity, young woman. That is something I rarely do,” Parker scolded severely. Charlotte scooted her body alongside Parker’s and leaned on her elbow. “That’s nothing. I’ll have you doing all sorts of naughty things, Professor.” Parker raised a curious eyebrow. “Of that, I have no doubt,” she said and pulled her down for a tender kiss. Charlotte slowly pulled back and gazed into the soft blue eyes. “Now what?” Parker smiled affectionately as they lay beside each other. She wrapped her arm around Charlotte, who nuzzled into her shoulder, her fingers gently teasing the hard nipple. “Now we take a little nap,” Parker said with a yawn. “Then I’m going to make love to you again. I haven’t thought about what comes next. I hope no one drives by.” “We’re fine.” “I believe you’re right.” She kissed Charlotte’s head. “I don’t know what’s going to happen next.” Charlotte laughed. “Let’s just wing it.” In a moment or two, she joined Parker in a quiet nap in the midday sun.
Chapter 11 “Parker!” Charlotte exclaimed as she sat up. Parker woke and jumped, completely disoriented. “What, what?” They had napped and woke, made love again, and napped. This time, the leather jacket and blazer covered their semi-naked bodies. “Shit. It’s almost one o’clock. The wedding is in thirty minutes.” Charlotte frantically pulled her jeans up. Parker groaned and stood lazily. She chuckled at their present state of undress. She struggled into her boots and slipped her jeans up. “This isn’t funny, Parker. I can’t believe you did this!” “Me? I don’t remember much arguing, Ms. Darcy,” she said seriously. Charlotte glared at her. “You and that damned leather jacket,” she accused stupidly as she closed her bra and adjusted herself. Parker gaped at her. “If I remember correctly, you like me in that leather,” she said angrily as she buttoned her shirt. Charlotte opened her mouth, then quickly shut it as the sexy image presented itself. “Oh, let’s just get going. I can’t believe I’m late. Now what will they say?” She nearly sobbed and sat back on the boulder in a dejected heap. Parker took a deep breath and picked up her blazer and the leather jacket. She slowly walked over and sat next to her on the boulder. “If you had the courage, you wouldn’t care.” Charlotte turned to her in anger. “Courage? This has nothing to do with courage. All my life…” “You’ve wanted approval from people who don’t really care, Charlotte,” Parker said. “You’re a good woman with a big heart. A little nutsy, but I’m beginning to like nutsy.” Charlotte softened as she looked into the tender blue eyes. She smiled grudgingly. “You do, huh?” Parker grinned and nodded. “Let’s go, Lottie,” she added affectionately, using Hank’s term of endearment. Tears welled in Charlotte’s brown eyes; Parker tenderly kissed them away. “Don’t cry. I’ll be with you,” she said and stood. She looked at Charlotte and saw the inner struggle in her eyes. Parker knew what she needed to do. She also knew she needed a little help. “Okay. We’ll have just enough time to go back and change before going to the wedding at Aunt Lucy’s.” “Where does she live, by the way?” Parker asked. “Farther down the road. You can’t miss it. They said they have balloons all over the mailbox at the entrance.” “Okay, c’mon, sweetie. Let’s ride.” She pulled the stunned Charlotte off the boulder and helped her into her blazer. Charlotte watched her as she slipped on the leather jacket and zipped it up. She saw a defiant twinkle in the blue eyes just before they were hidden by her glasses. As the bike roared to life, Charlotte hopped on. “We’ll have just enough time to get back and change,” she yelled in her ear. Parker sported an evil grin, which made Charlotte very nervous. “Parker…” Parker just nodded and drove down the dirt road, then onto the highway. She flew past the entrance to Aunt Betty’s house. Charlotte frantically pulled at Parker’s waist. “You missed the turn!” she yelled in her ear. “No, I didn’t!” Parker yelled back. “Sit still!” ******
They pulled up to Aunt Lucy’s house. Cars were everywhere. The ceremony was to be held adjacent to the house on the spacious lawn. They could see the open tent and the guests as they pulled in. The roar of the bike turned every head. Parker purposely pulled up almost to the front porch. All the guests were seated. Carol and Janet were waiting in the rear when everyone heard the motorcycle. She revved the engine just for good measure before turning the key. Parker jumped off the bike and helped the stunned Charlotte. For an instant, both of them looked into each other’s eyes. Charlotte saw the strength she needed. She pulled her down for a passionate kiss. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Parker.” “I hope your hypotenuse theory is right,” Parker said against her lips. “But you’ll only be sure once you let go and start your life. I can help, but I can’t do it for you.” Charlotte gazed into her eyes, trying to remember when Parker was a stranger—it seemed like a lifetime ago. She reached up and adjusted the leather jacket, then caressed her soft cheek. She took a deep breath and picked the grass off her blazer. Parker raised an evil eyebrow, and both women let out a hearty laugh. Then they heard the music start. “We’d better go.” Charlotte grabbed Parker’s warm hand as they dashed to their seats. They found two seats next to Betty and Hank, who waved their invitation. Of course they were seated close to the front. As they made their way down the aisle, Charlotte caught a glimpse of her mother and her aunt’s fury. She was amazed when she realized she didn’t feel her stomach lurch. She wondered why, then she looked at Parker, who winked as she sat down. “Just where have you to been all day?” Betty whispered. Hank reached over, picked a small mangled wildflower out of Charlotte’s short hair, and presented it to her. “You got some sun,” he said, chuckling. Parker leaned over to offer an excuse when Charlotte took the offering, put it in the lapel of her blazer, and caressed the poor wilted thing. Parker’s breath caught in her throat as Charlotte leaned over and kissed her. Charlotte looked at Betty and Hank both sporting a stunned look. “What? You gave her the jacket!” Behind them, a woman leaned forward. “Shush, this is a wedding!” Charlotte whirled around. “Oh, shush yourself.” Parker bit off a laugh and cleared her throat. Betty chuckled quietly and held on to Hank’s arm. Hank sported a devilish grin. “Now this will be an interesting wedding.” The ceremony was actually very nice. Janet and Carol made a very handsome couple, and the vows were sincere and heartfelt. Afterward, everyone mingled and kissed the newlyweds, and the party started. “Are you going to tell them the truth?” Betty asked. Charlotte nervously bit at her bottom lip. “I suppose I should.” “Why?” Parker asked. Hank agreed. “Yeah, why?” “Well…” Parker waved her off. “Charlotte, you haven’t lied, you just were confused on your timeline a little, that’s all.” “That’s true,” Hank said. “Didn’t Einstein say it was all relative anyway?” “He did,” Parker said happily. “What is a few days to some might feel like six months to someone else. Charlotte, who cares? What matters most now is how you feel and how I feel.” “And visiting us for Sunday dinner,” Betty said, wagging her finger for effect. “And visiting them for Sunday dinner, yes,” Parker said.
“You’re right,” Charlotte said, looking at all three of them. “We’re all that matters now. But I do need to say something. Excuse me for just a minute.” She bent down and kissed Parker first. “Good luck,” Parker whispered. Charlotte took a deep breath, along with Parker, who watched her walk up to them. “Thank God they’re close enough so we can hear,” Betty said, sipping her champagne. “Shush, I can’t hear.” Hank playfully slapped her hand. ******* “Well, Charlotte, I’m glad you could make it. Nice entrance,” Carol said through a tight grin, glancing at Charlotte’s table. “Thank you for dressing for the occasion.” “Considering the occasion, I think I’m appropriately dressed,” Charlotte said. Parker raised her fluted glass in her direction. Betty and Hank did the same. With grace and maturity, Charlotte offered no explanation or apology. Janet nervously pulled at the collar of her tuxedo shirt and said nothing. “When I decided to come to your wedding, I had so much more in mind. I wanted so much then that I just do not need now. I wanted you both to see that I could live without either of you. I wanted foolishly for you to accept me. But now, I just don’t give a flying…” She stopped when she heard the gentle cough from Parker. Carol and Janet stood there in silence, mouths gaping. “I truly hope you’re happy for the rest of your lives. I know I’m going to give it my best shot. I have this theory.” She stopped and cocked her head. “Did you know Socrates was Greek?” “What…? Um, yes,” Carol said. “How did I not know this?” Charlotte shook her head. “Anyway. I don’t know if I deserve it, but if that woman who needs new glasses and wearing the beat-up leather will have me…” With that, Parker was at her side. Charlotte looked up into her blue eyes. Parker flashed her patented smile. She put her arm around Charlotte’s shoulders and kissed her. Janet looked away, and Carol’s left eye twitched. Parker pulled back and looked at the two women. “Don’t mean to steal your thunder, but you see I really love this woman. I can’t help myself.” “You do?” Charlotte asked, completely amazed. “I do,” Parker said quietly. “Even if you don’t know a Greek from a Roman.” Charlotte laughed and snaked an arm around her waist. “Gotta love a woman in leather.” As Charlotte and Parker laughed and walked away, Charlotte looked back at Carol’s seething stare. “You should try it, Carol.” “Have a good life,” Parker said sincerely. Parker snagged two glasses of champagne off the tray as the server hurried by; she handed one to Charlotte. “They probably think I was being sarcastic,” she said, sipping the bubbling spirits. Charlotte nudged her. “You were right. Who cares what they think? I know you were sincere,” she said wistfully and touched her glass with Parker’s. ******* The reception dragged on, and the dancing started. Charlotte had yet to talk to her mother; this nagged at her as she sipped her champagne. “Dance with me,” Parker said, pulling her onto the dance floor. “C’mon, it’s not the Chicken Dance, thank God.” She pulled Charlotte into her arms as the slow song started. “I really wanted to dance with you while Cousin Carol and Janet had their first dance,” Parker said with an evil grin. “Professor Englewood, you have a definite twisted side to you.” Charlotte laughed as Parker twirled her around and stopped.
“I blame you directly,” she assured her. Hank and Betty danced near them. “You two make an adorable couple. One day, we’ll be dancing at your wedding,” Betty called out. Both women laughed while they danced, but Parker looked at Charlotte. “You’re going to have to remember to close the cabinet doors, Charlotte.” “And you’ll have to remember to watch your head. Deal?” “Deal.” When the music changed, Parker whispered into her ear, “Let’s blow this pop stand.” “You are never taking off that jacket,” Charlotte informed her. As she pulled Parker off the dance floor, she noticed her mother talking with Aunt Lucy. Charlotte took a deep breath. “One more thing before we leave, okay?” Parker nodded. “Off you go into the lion’s den alone.” Aunt Betty walked up to them. “You kids having fun?” “More than I ever thought possible, Aunt Betty. Thanks for asking and thanks for loving me so much,” she said sincerely while she glanced at her mother Betty followed her gaze. “Finish it, Charlotte. Finish it on your terms. I’ve very proud of you. Of both of you. Now go.” Although Charlotte felt confident, she also felt her legs shake. She desperately wanted to hold on to Parker, but she knew she had to do this alone. But she was grateful Parker and Betty followed behind her. Her mother turned toward her when she approached. “Parker and I are leaving, Mother. I don’t think I’ll be seeing you much. Or you, Aunt Lucy.” “And why is that?” her mother asked, glancing at Parker. “Because you both bring me to a place I don’t want to be anymore. Actually, I have allowed you to bring me to that place. I don’t know what I’ve done, perhaps nothing really. But you don’t respect me…” “Oh, Charlotte, for heaven’s sake,” her mother started. “Please stop interrupting me, Mother. It really gets on my nerves. I’m a grown woman, and I’m starting my life with Parker. She loves me, or so she says,” she added with a nervous chuckle. Betty chuckled, as well. “So I guess I’ll believe her. It’ll probably take a lifetime to convince me. Look how long it’s taken me to act like an adult.” She pulled her stunned mother into a fierce embrace. Behind her, Parker wiped the tears out of her eyes as she watched the nutty woman’s last attempt to draw any affection out of her mother. It didn’t work. The older woman stood there, hands at her sides. Charlotte noticed Aunt Betty shaking her head sadly as she sipped her champagne. “Well, I tried.” Charlotte pulled back and threw up her hands in defeat. “I’ll always love you, and I’ll always worry about you. The rest is up to you.” She then kissed her and turned to Aunt Lucy, who gave her a defiant look. “Ah, forget it,” Charlotte said, waving her off. “Aunt Betty, we’ll see you at the house before we leave. I love you.” “I love you, too, darling,” Betty whispered as she hugged her. Charlotte then turned without one look back. Parker’s intense loving gaze held her, willed her to walk away and into her arms, which she did. Parker pulled back and regarded her. Wiping the tears away from Charlotte’s cheek, she offered her arm. “Ready?” Charlotte slipped her hand in, caressing the warm leather as she did so. “Ready if you are, Parker. You really have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” She may have meant it as a joke, but Parker heard the warning in her voice. “I’ll chance it if you will,” she said tenderly.
Charlotte strengthened the hold on her arm. “Just don’t let me go.” Parker kissed her tenderly. “Never.” ******* The roar of the engine once again startled everyone but Betty and Hank. They stood there with Emily and Lucy as they watched Parker and Charlotte laughing and kissing while they sat on the Harley. “Young people in love.” Betty sighed happily. She then saw the confused look on her sister’s face. “You can ask her someday if you ever grow up like your daughter has.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Emily’s back stiffened, and she walked away. Betty let out a dejected sighed. “So sad.” Hank softly kissed her temple. “Her choice. The girls made theirs, God love them. Now what in the hell book was Lottie talking about? The Hypotenuse of Love? That doesn’t make any sense.” Betty laughed. “You’re talking about Charlotte, honey. Making sense is not a requirement.” “God help Parker.” Hank laughed along; he put his arm around Betty’s shoulders. They both watched as Parker revved the engine while Charlotte wrapped her arms around her waist before they drove down the gravel drive. “He’s helped them both,” Betty whispered, then pulled on Hank’s arm. “C’mon, husband. Let’s say our goodbyes and go home, then I’ll explain the hypotenuse to you.” As Betty and Hank walked back to the party, they heard the low rumbling of the engine fade in the twilight.
About the author Kate Sweeney, a 2010 Alice B. Medal winner, was the 2007 recipient of the Golden Crown Literary Society award for Debut Author for She Waits, the first in the Kate Ryan Mystery series. The series also includes A Nice Clean Murder, The Trouble with Murder, a 2008 Golden Crown Award winner for Mystery, Who’ll Be Dead for Christmas? a 2009 Golden Crown Award winner for Mystery, Of Course It’s Murder, What Happened in Malinmore, A Near Myth Murder, It’s Not Always Murder, and Recalculated Murder. Other novels include Away from the Dawn, Survive the Dawn, Before the Dawn, Residual Moon, a 2008 Golden Crown Award winner for Speculative Fiction, Liar’s Moon, The O’Malley Legacy, Winds of Heaven, Moonbeams and Skye, Sea of Grass, Paradise, Love at Last, Someday I’ll Find You, Moon Through the Magnolia, Stone Walls, Second Time Around, Love in E Flat, One Night in Paris, I Love You Again, Buoyed out on the Foam of the Sea, Build Me a Dream, Mistress of Peacock Walk and Who Wouldn’t Love Me? Born in Chicago, Kate moved to Louisiana, and this Yankee doubts she’ll ever get used to saying y’all. Humor is deeply embedded in Kate’s DNA. She sincerely hopes you will see this when you read her novels, short stories, and other works. Email Kate at
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