For Nicky (7 page)

I needed to ask John Morgan if we could borrow his paint to paint signs for some of the activities.  I found him talking to Nathaniel, his son. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous this man was. I find many men attractive, but I’ve never had such a gut-punch reaction to seeing a man before.  I felt a bit in a daze and short of breath as I let my gaze travel over him. Of course, I’d seen him before, but I had a chance here to study him without him knowing it. He was tall, maybe 6’2” or 6’3”.  He wasn’t huge, more lean and athletic but he definitely had muscles.  He looked very good in a simple pair of jeans.  I always heard/read ladies talk about jeans hanging on a guy’s hips just right and this man was a perfect example.  The jeans hung on his waist yet still showed off a perfect backside.  What the heck was wrong with me?  I’ve never reacted to a man this way!  Nate had dark blond hair that he kept pretty short but he’s styled the front with a little gel into that perfected messy look. From the few chance meetings we’ve had, I knew his eyes were a gorgeous blue. All this went through my head in about 30 seconds and suddenly I was feeling all fluttery in my stomach and my hands were sweaty.  What?!  Get a grip, Elizabeth. This guy is WAY out of your league so just go ask his dad for paint.  He probably won’t even glance your way. Plus, remember, he was all wary and suspicious of you being mean to Nicky.

John Morgan and his incredibly delicious, hot looking, out-of-my-league son are working on setting up the pumpkin carving station so their backs are to me when I walk up.  I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop but their conversation catches my attention and I can’t stop myself.

“Dad, is there a certain girl that mom is hoping to set me up with?  She seemed to have a plan.” Mr. Hottie spoke to John.

“Well, Son, I think she’s got her heart set on one of the Decker girls.” John stated.

Wait! What?! They were talking about Audrey and me!

“Decker?
I know Audrey Decker….wait, is Miss Elizabeth, Audrey Decker’s sister!?!? How did I not put that together? Well, which one is mom focused on?  I sure hope it’s the prettier one and not the freaky one!”

That’s all I need to hear, I’d find the paint on my own.  I turned and walked away.  Even though I knew he was out of my league, I still felt like I could hear the pieces of my heart shattering and tinkling like glass as they fell.  I didn’t need to hear anymore. Without knowing it, I’d already let myself get my hopes up that maybe THIS guy wouldn’t choose Audrey over me, but that’s a stupid hope because they ALWAYS pick Audrey. Audrey wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Nathan!  That isn’t a very nice thing to say.  I taught you to respect women.  Now, care to explain your rude comment?”

Crap.
I’d opened my big mouth and been disrespectful. My dad had taught me better. I was used to punching and threatening and fighting, but I didn’t show disrespect unless it was deserved. I was just shocked. First to find out that Miss Sexy Backside was Miss Elizabeth and then I was floored to find out she was related to Audrey Decker!

“Sorry, Dad, it’s just that I went out with Audre
y once and it was once too many.  She hated my Jeep, acted appalled that I suggested burgers and shakes, and let’s just say we had a little fun later that night but there’s NO WAY I could see myself dating her.  She wore her clothes too tight, too bright, too much makeup, too much hair stuff, way too much perfume, everything about her was just way too much.  Not to mention she seems really snotty and stuck up and wanted to be in control of EVERYTHING from the radio to the bedroom. But, you’re right, calling her a freak was rude and I’m sorry.  Now, what about this other sister?  She’s gorgeous, but you know how I’m always so suspicious of people being nice to Nicky. Is she really as great as Nicky thinks she is?”

“Well, Son, first, I’m not thrilled to hear about this first date ‘we had a little fun’ stuff and your mother would be in quite the tizzy if she had heard what you just said. Second, a lot of people are friendly to Nick with no ulterior motive.”

“Elizabeth does seem the exact opposite of Audrey, in a good way. I’ll try to stop being so suspicious and remember that if Nicky likes her she must be okay. I’m just so used to defending him from the jerks. Elizabeth is certainly pretty; I’ll try to give her a chance, although I may have already turned her against me with my suspiciousness of her.  But, I’m letting you know right here and now, if Mom tries to set me up with Audrey, I’m going to have to politely decline!”

“Yum!
  Look at that fine man!” Beth looked to where I was pointing and frowned.

“Yeah, he’s pretty hot, Audrey,” she replied.

I admit, I had gone on a date with Nate Morgan and it pretty much sucked.  He drives a Jeep which is NOT hairstyle friendly, he took me to a local burger joint, and the sex later that night was pretty blah. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I’ve had better for sure. It’s a shame; maybe he bats for the other team? That would explain why the sex wasn’t mind-blowing. I’m wondering if I should try to hook him up with Anthony.  But, day-um, that man is FINE! Maybe I should give him another chance.  It’s not like I want to date him exclusively.  I really just want to get my hands back on what’s under those jeans and have a little fun.

“I’m totally going to score that piece of ass tonight, Beth.”

“I’m sure you will, Audrey, I’m sure you will.”

Huh?  I wonder what’s got Beth sounding so
down? Surely she didn’t think SHE had a chance with Nate, did she? Poor girl, when will she learn to set her sights a little lower? She’s never going to land a guy in my league. And, if she ever did, I’d make sure to stop it before it even got started. Well, time to go work my magic. I’m so glad my hair and boobs are looking perfect as usual.

Oh shit. Here comes Audrey Decker.  Damn, there’s no place for me to run. I guess I’m going to have this conversation whether I like it or not.  God, could she look any more ridiculous in those pink shoes? It’s a fall party at a community center, not a strip club in Vegas. And her boobs are about to pop out of that silly shirt.  I know I had sex with her, but I can’t even remember her boobs, and I’m usually a boob man. I guess I really was detached if I can barely remember the sex. However, that damn perfume. My mind definitely recalls that scent and not in a good way. I can seriously already smell it from here and it makes me want to puke while simultaneously bringing back nauseating memories of our one night of hooking up. Then I notice her sister watching.  God, she’s beautiful, like gut-punch beautiful, but her eyes look so sad.  I offer her a smile, while in my mind I want to offer her anything and everything to make her eyes sparkle in happiness.  What the hell? What happened to feeling suspicious of Elizabeth? And when have I ever wanted to make a girl’s eyes sparkle in happiness? When I smile at her, she turns away to paint a sign. I feel a little bereft at her obvious rejection.

“Hey, Sexy!”
Audrey purrs into my ear.

I swear
to God she just tried to grab my junk. “Hey, Audrey, how’s it going? Great party.”

“Well, Stud, I could plan an even greater PRIVATE party for the two of us a little later if you know what I mean.”

Crap, I don’t like to be hurtful, but this has to stop.  “Listen, Audrey, you’re a pretty girl, but I just don’t see anything happening between us.  At least not again, I mean. I’d like to be your friend but I’m not looking for anything more. And, as your friend, I want to pass along the old adage that less is more. You are beautiful, you don’t need the heavy makeup or perfume or the tight, bright clothes. Tone everything down a bit. And, by everything, I mean the come-ons too.  You could be an awesome date but not every guy is into the pawing and constant sexual innuendos.  Get to know a guy, see where it goes.  You deserve to be happy, stop playing the field and see what happens when you let the real Audrey show her side.”

I leave Audrey standing and walk across the parking lot to find my family.

What. The. Hell?! Yep, he’s sooooo very gay.  Whatever!  Like he even knows me! We went on one crappy date, had some mediocre sex, his loss, not mine! There are plenty of men who would be thrilled to sleep with me tonight! I don’t need Nate Morgan in order to have a good time. I’ll make my own good time.

Shoot! Here comes the whole Morgan family. I’m not sure what just happened between Nate and Audrey but he walked away and she stomped away looking stunned and pissed.  And, now, I get to face Nicky’s family when I know Nathaniel thinks I’m the freaky one. 
Time to plaster on the fake smile. Here goes nothing; I have to remember why I’m doing this.  It’s for Nicky.

“Nate, remember my friend, Miss Elizabeth? She’s the librarian at the center. She helps me pick out books to read. Miss Elizabeth, I know you met Nate
, but here he is again. My mom wants him to marry you and give her babies! Can I read my book to you? I’ve been practicing; Nate helped me practice.”

What?!? Oh my goodness, this is AWKWARD!
The book, yes, the book.  Maybe we can ignore the marriage and babies comment!  John and Cindy look embarrassed, but Nate has a smirk on his gorgeous face and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes like he’s trying not to laugh.  What, is he enjoying the freak obviously being embarrassed? Ugh, what a jerk! How can Nicky be so sweet and innocent while his brother is so rude and aggravating?

Oh Nick, I thought we weren’t going to mention the marriage and
babies thing. The poor girl is mortified.  But, I’ll be damned if she isn’t even more gorgeous with that pink flush on her cheeks.  I meet her eyes planning to give her a wink, but all I see is sadness and hostility.  What the hell? Is she mad at me; did I already screw this up like I told my dad I feared may have happened? Damn, my stomach feels all jumbled like it used to before a big game. I feel my cheeks warm and my breathing increases as I watch her. My jeans suddenly feel very tight in a certain location. God, this girl……no one, ever, has caused these feelings in me.  And, just my luck, she seems to hate me because of my previous behavior.  Thankfully, Nicky is reading his book to her.  I walk away in hopes of adjusting myself and getting “Maverick” to calm down. Damn, I hope that my wariness of her over the past couple weeks hasn’t put her off of me. I hope she can understand that I just have to be protective. For Nicky.

Luckily, Nate’s sexy smile and breathtaking eyes sauntered away (albeit, rather awkwardly) while Nicky was reading to me.  “Nicky! That was fabulous!  I’ll help you pick a new one on Monday. Now, excuse me, I have to check on the party.  You all have fun!” I bid farewell to the
Morgans and head off to see how the party is going.

As I was finishing checking on all the activities, my stomach growled so I headed to the food tent. Once I had loaded my plate, I found a seat.  I was thoroughly enjoying my treats when I heard the most glorious deep voice and look up into the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. “Is this seat taken?” asked a smirking, eye-twinkling, hunk of a man. Seriously, when had I ever thought of a man in those terms? Something was seriously wrong with me. “Help
yourself,” I replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.  But I failed miserably and my voice came out all high-pitched and breathless.  Nate lowered himself across from me and immediately grabbed a chunk of caramel apple from my plate!  “Hey, get your own food, Buster!  These treats are MINE!”

“Whoa, Girl, calm down.
” Nate replied with a smile. “I’ll go get my own plate if you promise to be here when I get back.” Nate’s eyes looked at me with pleading and his eyebrows raised in a silent question.  I gave a non-committal half-shrug.  Who am I kidding? I’d come up with any reason to still be here when he comes back. I need to keep reminding myself that he called me a freak and not let him sweet talk and charm me. I won’t fall back into the old any boy who shows interest in me mindset of dating from high school. I got burned with that, I’ve got to be careful this time around, even as a grown up.

Why does this pretty girl seem so hostile and not into me? During our earlier meetings she seemed a little hurt that I was so wary of her but now she seems pissed and determined to be detached from me. I wouldn’t call myself a player per say. Yes, I’ve had a lot of sex, however, I don’t have to play on a girl’s emotions to get her; I’ve never had trouble getting a girl to at least smile once I flash a little grin at her. I know I was pretty standoffish to her the couple times we ran into each other, but I’m hoping I can fix this. Hmmm, Elizabeth, I wonder if she’d let me call her Libby? She seems like a Libby.  Everyone else seems to call her Elizabeth or Beth but she looks like a Libby to me. 
My Libby.  A special name just for me to whisper in her ear.  God, slow down, Morgan.  She can barely look at you without a growl, I think nicknames may be getting a little ahead of yourself.

I loved the fact that Libby…..Elizabeth…..had a plate loaded with food.  It means she’s not the rabbit
food, pick at a meal, pretend water is enough for a meal, type of girl.  She eats real food and enjoys it.  I head back to the table with my own plate loaded down, determined to figure out why she seems to not like me and scared to find out she’s not there.  I smile when I see she’s still sitting there, enjoying her hot apple cider and pumpkin spice bread. I swear, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a prettier girl before.  I sort of feel like she has me under some magic spell. It’s slightly disconcerting; I don’t dislike it, but it’s a new feeling for me. Her hair is this gorgeous dark brown and so thick, I want to run my hands through it.  My mind strays to a darker place where I have a vision of MY Libby on her hands and knees with me behind her, gently pulling on that hair while she moans….damn, again, Morgan, slow the train down. You spent the last couple weeks being a total prick toward her and she appears to be very uninterested in you right now. Reign in the fantasies. Great, now Maverick has jumped to attention again.  Luckily, I can hide him under the table.

“So, Miss Libby, you don’t seem to like me very much.  Care to share your reasons?” I ask as I sit down.  I love the look of shock and then slight softening in her bewitching grayish-green eyes when I call her Libby.  My heart tells me I need to make it my mission to always surprise her and soften those wary eyes. My head tells I need to choose my words carefully and tread softly.

“Listen, Nate, people know I’m shy and awkward, but surprisingly, I don’t feel that way around Nicky, your parents, and you so it seems. So I’m just going to come out and say this straight up.  One, my sister is hot for you.  I don’t interfere with who she dates or has sex with and I won’t come between you two. Secondly, I’ve been in Audrey’s shadow her whole life.  Never the popular one, never the pretty one, never the loose one.  I’m the shy, freaky sister, the one Audrey had to coerce a boy into kissing and dating only to screw him herself for the year that he was dating and having sex with me. I’ve heard about how freaky I am all my life from her friends and boyfriends.  I know I’m a freak.  Third, I accidentally overheard you and your dad talking and I heard you say the words the pretty one and not the freaky one.  SO, even though I think you are extremely attractive and you seem to be a good guy, I’m sure you can understand my reasons for not getting to close to you.”

Libby stands and gathers her trash and walks away while I sit there with my mind racing and my mouth gaped open. What the hell? So many things are running through my mind…..she’s definitely not shy with me and I’m pretty sure I like it. I like that sass. I like that she spoke her mind and put me in my place. But,
wait, she’s encouraging me to date her sister? She thinks she’s the not pretty one? Who gave her that idea? Who let her think that? Ten bucks says it was Audrey. Why would her father allow that? And, shit, I hurt her feelings even though it was a total misunderstanding.  I grab my own trash about 10 seconds after Libby walked away and bolt out of the tent to follow her.  I had to make this right.