Fate Interrupted (8 page)

“It went good,” Evy
answered, lacking conviction in her voice while flipping through some recently
opened bills.

“Just
good?”

“It was…” Evy trailed
off for a few seconds as an image of Dean’s soft lips slipped through her mind.
“…pretty good. We weren’t out long.”

“No?”

“No.”

 
Brooke nodded slowly. “So did you take my
advice?”

Evy looked up
from the bills and narrowed her eyes.

“
Ya
know, did you put frosting on his cock and blow his
doors off? I left it sitting out on the counter last night.” She gestured to
the kitchen behind her without looking.

Evy dropped the
bills back to the desk and tried not to laugh. “No, Brooke I did not put
frosting on his cock and blow his doors off,” she said, pulling her hair back
into a ponytail. “Where do you even come up with this stuff?”

“With Ben,” she
grinned. “Why do you think we’re always low on whip cream?”

“Ewe,” Evy squealed,
shaking off a sudden case of the creeps and pushing past Brooke.

“
Don’t worry
, we always sanitize everything when we’re done.”
Brooke added, following her back up front where the morning sun was starting to
come through the windows.
“Oh my God!
Don’t tell me he
has a banana dick! I knew he was too perfect.”

Evy stopped
behind the bowed case of tarts, apple strudel coffee cake squares and frosted
pumpkin bars. “What? No!”

Brooke stepped
closer, studying her sister through grave eyes, and lowered her voice. “Did you
sleep with him? Tell me the truth.”

“No, I did not
sleep with him.”

“Then how do you
know he doesn’t have a banana dick?”

Evy threw her
head back and laughed. “I don’t!”

“Well, you better
find out, because that’s a deal breaker.”

Evy pulled a black
apron over her head and tied it behind her back. “I’ll be sure to get right on
that, Brooke,” she scoffed, finishing the bow with a solid tug.

Brooke leaned up
against a counter already supporting a fancy espresso machine. “That was the
first thing I checked on Ben.”

“Why doesn’t that
surprise me?” Evy mumbled, firing up the heavy duty espresso and coffee
machines.

“So…did you at
least kiss him?”

“Nope.”

Brooke took a
few seconds to study Evy’s face.
“Really?”

“Really,” Evy
replied, pulling some empty trays from the glass case and closing it back up.

“Not even one
little smooch?”

“Not a one,” Evy
replied smugly, whisking back into the kitchen.

Brooke followed
her like a shadow and watched Evy dump the empty trays into a large sink with
an industrial sprayer mounted above it. “I think there’s something you should
see.”

Evy started rinsing
the trays off. “And what’s that?”

“Come and see.”

Evy looked over
her shoulder and stopped the sprayer. “See what?”

Brooke nodded
toward the office and started walking. Evy sighed and followed, drying her hands
on her apron. Brooke took a seat in the chair behind the desk and flipped on a computer
monitor as Evy came around and sat on the desk’s edge. Brooke shot her a sardonic
look and hit play. The monitor blinked to life, jerking a grainy image into
focus.

Evy inhaled
sharply, the blood rushing to her head turning her face beet red.
“Oh my God!”

Brooke turned
back to the screen just in time to see Dean yank Evy’s head back by her
ponytail.

Evy watched in
horror, her hands over her mouth. “Turn it off!” she said, watching their lips
mingle with a passion on the screen that still gave her the goose bumps. The
grainy color video sucked her in, taking her back to last night with its
regalia of flickering lights and mind numbing explosions. Her insides turned to
mush and she tried to look away but couldn’t as Dean cradled her cheek and
inhaled her in. It was euphoric and made her wet between the legs. She wanted
him and wanted him now. The way he looked into her eyes when they pulled apart
tugged at her heart.

Brooke pointed
to the screen. “Is that a boner?”

“No!” Evy
snapped, reaching over and shutting off the monitor.

Brooke leaned
back in the chair and interlocked her fingers behind her head. “Thought you
said you didn’t kiss him.”

Evy pointed to
the screen. “That is an invasion of my privacy!”

“Why didn’t you
let him go all the way?”

Evy stormed out
of the office in a huff with Brooke hot on her heels. “We just met.”

Brooke threw her
arms out. “Hey, at least you let him get a little boob.”

“Brooke,” Evy
groaned.

“Evy, that was
the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. It was like a movie.”

Evy grabbed the
sprayer but didn’t squeeze the handle, staring down at the dirty trays in the
sink through faraway eyes. “It was a mistake.”

“Excuse me?” Brooke
gasped. “How can
that
be a mistake?”
She pointed to the scene of the crime. “I haven’t seen that much passion since
I drank an entire bottle of wine by myself and watched
Dear John
!”

Evy exhaled
slowly and squeezed the sprayer, blasting frosting and crumbs from the yellow trays
with steaming hot water. “He’s a player, Brooke. You should’ve seen the girls falling
all over him last night,” she said, placing the trays into a plastic green rack.
“I bet he’s slept with half the women in this town.”

Brooke threw her
hands out in frustration.
“Exactly!
Which
means he’s good in bed!
”

Evy rolled her
eyes and slid the green rack into a silver dishwasher, pulled the roll-top door
down and pressed a green button on its side, igniting a loud hum inside as the
machine began its soaking cycle. “It’s not a good time. I need to stay focused
on this place.”

Brooke stepped
closer and took her sister’s hand, their eyes meeting. “Honey, listen, you are
more than capable of handling two things at one time.”

“I know I am,
but I just don’t…”

“Evy, sweetie, you
can’t go around thinking everyone is a jerk-off like Richie because they’re not.
Trust me.” Evy opened her mouth to protest but Brooke pressed a finger to her
lips. “Richie was your high school sweetheart who never grew up. He was like Peter
Pan with a little tiny peter. You said it yourself.”

Evy frowned and tried
to pull her hand back.

Brooke tightened
her grip. “Now is the time to start taking some chances. Sugars is doing
awesome and, let’s face it, you’re not getting any younger.”

“Thanks.”

“Listen, you
can’t go around letting one asshole rule your destiny because you’re afraid it
will happen again.” The dishwasher kicked into a different gear and Brooke
squeezed Evy’s hand and pulled her into the middle of the room. “Leave the past
in the past and just use Dean for mind-blowing sex. That way you won’t get hurt.”

“Brooke, you
know I’m not good with one night stands. They’re so awkward.”

“I’ve told you
this a thousand times - always have a cab company in your phone, always go to
their place, and always leave when they’re sleeping.”

“What if they
wake up?”

Brooke sighed.
“Who cares? Most of
em
are
just thankful you’re leaving and pretend they’re asleep.”

Evy inhaled a
deep breath, her eyes roaming the kitchen without seeing the kitchen, and
exhaled slowly.

“This is how you
get good, Evy. Everyone does it.”

Evy envisioned
Dean on top of her, his sweat running onto her swollen breasts.

Brooke leaned in
close to Evy’s ear and lowered her voice. “You don’t have to marry the guy. Just
sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Evy shook her
head, hating it when her sister was right.

“And by that I
mean I want you to fuck his brains out.”

Evy laughed out
loud and crossed over to a dry goods rack on the other side of the room.

Brooke watched Evy
fill her arms with boxes of straws, napkins and candles. “You’re still on the
pill, right?”

“Yes,” Evy
replied dully, heading for the swinging door. “Not that it’s any of your
business.”

“Then I want you
to whip out his giant cock and fuck him ten ways to Sunday until you’ve gained
fifteen pounds from his salty semen!”

Evy pushed
through the door and stopped in her tracks. Brooke crashed into her from behind
and poked her head around, gaping at the slack jawed man staring back from the
other side of the counter. He tipped a white peaked cap at them with an uneasy
smile.
“
Mornin
.”

“Oops,” Brooke
murmured.

 
“I…just need a signature.”
He nodded to the dolly of stacked milk crates next to him.

Evy dropped her
load onto a counter and rushed over to sign the man’s electronic tablet. “Thank
you,” she smiled, her face flushing as much as his.

He looked from Evy
to Brooke in a staggered moment of silence before wheeling the cart back to the
walk-in cooler.

Evy turned a
pointed glare to Brooke, who quietly shrugged in response.

“Nice job
locking the door,” Brooke whispered, glancing into the kitchen. “He could’ve
been a serial rapist.”

“See? I’m
forgetting stuff already. I can’t get mixed up with anyone right now.”

Brooke stepped
closer, gritting her teeth. “I am telling you right now…if you don’t get some
of Dean’s big hard dick, someone else will. Guys like that don’t stay on the
market for long.”

“So I’ve heard,”
Evy muttered.

“He likes you,
Evy,” Brooke moaned. “The least you could do is let him eat you out.”

“I
really like what you’ve done with…” the milk man trailed off, coming back up
front with his empty dolly, “the place.”
He cleared his throat. “If you
ever need any help…changing a light bulb or anything, I’m always around.”

They stared at
him with blank expressions. He stretched his lips into a tightlipped smile and
rolled the dolly toward the front door, a squeaky wheel loudly protesting along
the way.

He turned at the
door and swallowed thickly. “Okay, sounds good then. Have a nice day.” He used
his butt to push on the door, which didn’t budge, and quickly realized he had
to pull to get out. With another tip of his hat, he flashed them a sheepish smile
and stumbled outside.

They watched him
hop up into a boxy truck and speed away, crop-dusting the sidewalk with gray fumes.

Brooke snorted.
“We’re going to need a louder bell.”

***

Dark clouds
rolled in during the afternoon, reclaiming the sun and bathing the day in a
foreboding grayness that drained everything of its color. Dean shut the door on
his Jeep Grand Cherokee and started across the parking lot with last night’s
events replaying through his mind like a broken record. It took everything he
had not to call Evy right now. He was dying to know if she had even given him
her real number, but mainly he just wanted to hear her voice again. He kicked a
rock across the pavement, still not convinced he wasn’t coming down with
something. Normally, the last thing he wanted to do the day after a date was
talk to them on the phone.

A wide smile
crept across the hostess’ pretty face when Dean stepped through the double glass
doors. The cool air conditioning washed over him as she pulled a menu from a
nearby stack without breaking eye contact.
“Just one today?”

“I’m meeting
some friends,” he answered, glancing around the crowded room. The place suddenly
exploded into wild cheers and applause as the Milwaukee Brewers drove in
another run on the many flat screens lining the tall walls. “They’re probably
outside.”

“Let’s go take a
look,” she smiled coyly, leading him across the buzzing room.

He scanned the absorbed
faces and couldn’t imagine concentrating on a baseball game right now, which only
fueled his suspicions he had contracted some form of a debilitating virus. He loved
Brewers games but today they seemed like background music at best. He followed
the hostess outside onto a spacious patio, the sports
bar’s
clamor fading as the door slowly swung shut behind them. Shaun waved from the
far side where he sat with Jon.

“Over there.”

She followed
Dean’s gaze and continued their trek.

“There he is!” Shaun
bellowed, dropping a balled up napkin onto a pile of others.
“The
man, the myth, the urban legend!”

The hostess set
the menu on the table in front of Dean. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
she asked, batting her lashes while awaiting his next command.