While she wasn’t going to be wealthy by anyone’s standards, she was about to have a cash flow that set her heart to fluttering. So the five-thousand-dollar-a-month question was what did she do with it? Use it to make payments on her loan? Save it? Get a new car?
She eyed her battered Camry parked on the street and figured she probably needed to pay for a tune-up and some tires, but other than that, it should last her a few more years.
A sound caught her attention. A familiar sound that got louder. The way her heart had fluttered at the thought of money was nothing when compared with the kickboxing style workout it was getting now. Brenna rose and shaded her eyes as she looked down the street. Sure enough, a good-looking guy on a motorcycle was headed in this direction.
What was it about a man in a leather jacket? She was too young to remember James Dean, yet that’s instantly who she thought of as Nic pulled up in front of her car. He cut the engine and turned toward her.
Neither of them spoke. They hadn’t seen each other since “the night,” so this moment was supposed to be awkward. She probably should have wanted to bolt. Instead she found herself smiling.
A helmet covered his hair and dark glasses shaded his eyes. She didn’t know what he was thinking, which was probably for the best. She didn’t know what she was thinking, either. The situation with Nic was more complicated than ever, thanks to what had happened a week before. Intellectually she knew that making love with him had been foolish. Emotionally she’d never felt happier about anything. No doubt the differing sides of her brain were at war, meaning she should probably schedule some quality time with her sister, the psychologist. Or at the very least visit her doctor and find out if the pharmaceutical community had a pill or two to help her out. Instead she sipped her coffee.
Nic pulled off his glasses. “You look like a woman with a lot on her mind.”
“I am.”
“I know how to help.”
He reached behind for the spare helmet fastened to the seat. After pulling it free, he held it out to her.
Brenna didn’t hesitate. If she was going to celebrate the joy that was her life, she knew no better place than on the back of a motorcycle. She tossed her coffee in the trash and crossed the sidewalk. After securing the helmet, she climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Go fast,” she told him with a laugh.
He grinned and nodded.
While he drove out of town at the speed limit, as soon as they hit the freeway, he accelerated the bike until Brenna felt as if they were flying. Cool air blew in her face. The heat of Nic’s body kept her warm, while her thighs hugging his reminded her of other rides on other sunny days.
They drove north out of Santa Barbara, past the small towns that lined the freeway until they reached a deserted stretch of beach. Nic took the next exit. He pulled up beside the sand and cut the engine.
Brenna climbed off first. She set her helmet back on the seat and smoothed her hair. Nic took off his headgear and shrugged out of his jacket. By silent agreement they turned toward the water.
They walked side by side along the firm, damp sand. The tide was out and seagulls floated overhead, allowing the breeze to carry them back and forth with no effort on their part. She inhaled the scent of salt water and brine. A few clouds hurried across the blue sky.
Occasionally their shoulders bumped. After a few minutes Nic took her hand in his.
They were out of time, Brenna decided. This wasn’t now, wasn’t then; the moment simply existed with no expectation, no pressure. She raised her face to the sun. If only they could stay like this forever.
A seagull flew down in front of them and pecked at the sand. As they approached, the large bird flapped its wings and ran a few feet up the beach.
“Max would enjoy this,” she said, breaking the silence.
“He’s not a motorcycle kind of dog.”
“Good point.”
Nic stopped and pulled Brenna toward him. As she stepped into his embrace, he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she stood with her back to him. He moved close behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She settled her hands on top of his.
They faced the ocean, staring out to the line of the horizon.
“Do you ever want to sail to the edge there and see what’s beyond it?” she asked.
“If you head south and west, you’ll hit Hawaii.”
“Works for me.”
Days lolling on a white, sandy beach. A cabana boy to bring her drinks with umbrellas.
“Your brother came to see me.”
Nic’s words were so at odds with her thoughts that at first she didn’t know what he meant.
“Joe’s gone. He went back to the base.”
He pressed his cheek against her hair. “I know. He stopped by on his way out of town.”
She tried to turn to look at him, but his arms held her in place. “Why?”
“To warn me off. He said if I did anything to hurt you, he would have my head on a platter.”
She was stunned. “He did not.”
“He told me that he had special training he was very willing to use and that he wanted to make sure nothing happened to you.”
“I-He-” She closed her mouth, opened it, then closed it again. “No way.”
“I’m not making this up.”
She didn’t know what to think. Joe? Threatening Nic? How like a guy. She turned in his embrace.
“That’s not all he did,” she told him happily. “He turned down the winery.”
“I’d wondered about that.”
“It’s true. My grandfather grumbled about it for an entire day. Joe figured out no one was going to write him a check for what the winery was worth and that it was more than likely that our grandfather would tie things up such that he couldn’t sell it and walk away. Joe said there were too many strings attached.”
Even three days after her brother had left, Brenna still had trouble believing it all herself.
Nic touched her face. “So it’s all yours now.”
“I hope so. I guess he could still sell, but I’m not going to think about it. For right now, my life is pretty damned perfect, and after all the crap I’ve been through, I intend to enjoy it.”
“Good for you.”
“Yeah. Good for me.”
She turned so she once again faced the ocean. Nic held her close, her back nestling into his chest. This felt right in so many ways.
“Is Joe going to come back?” Nic asked.
“I think so. We were more than he could deal with the first time out, but I doubt he’ll get away for long. I spoke to Mom, and she said Joe promised to stay in touch. She and my dad are going down to visit him next month. I think the Marcelli family is a lot easier to take in small doses.”
Nic didn’t say anything. Brenna thought about asking what he was thinking, but then decided she didn’t want to know. This moment was perfect and she didn’t want it ruined by anything. Not the present, the future, and certainly not the past.
Although there was plenty there to mess things up. So many mistakes. So much pain.
With the clarity of hindsight, she knew she’d made a huge mistake in not marrying Nic all those years ago. She should have defied her family and run away with him and the consequences be damned. When his grandfather threw him out, they could have gone to France together.
Instead she’d been afraid and Nic had lost everything.
Did getting Wild Sea back make up for it? she wondered. Not that she was going to ask. If the answer was no, she would feel guilty and more than a little ashamed for her part it in. Nic had been treated badly by the people who were supposed to love him.
His parents. His grandfather. Her.
Had anyone he’d ever loved not betrayed him?
Regret filled her. Regret for her part in his pain and regret for the little boy who had been left alone.
She wanted to say something, but what? She wanted-
