Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise) (Volume 2) (2 page)

Claire Ashford is walking toward me with wide open arms and a smile on her face so big it could outshine a movie star’s. She takes my hands in hers and holds them out to the side to look me over. “You look nice.” She glances behind her then leans in closer, her expression darkens minutely as she says, “There’s someone I want you to meet—a friend of Evan’s.”

Before she finishes her sentence, I see her and the name escapes me before I can stop it. “Kelly.”
Stupid, pretty, blonde girl and goodbye kisses at the airport. My Evan.
Jealousy and possessiveness grabs a hold of me as the memory comes back.

“Oh!” Mrs. Ashford exclaims, surprised I know the girl’s name. “I wasn’t aware you already knew each other.”

How could I forget it?
The image of her, tears streaking down her tanned skin as she kissed Evan goodbye flashes through my mind. Even then I noticed that she is the opposite of me visually and that instantly turns my stomach inside out.
She’s here for him, for my surfer, for my boyfriend, for my Evan. What if he prefers her?
“Shit!” I say, the word blurting out uncontrolled as an ache in my heart overflows into my veins.

Mrs. Ashford drops my hands and looks aghast, gripping her hand against her chest, stunned.

“I’m sorry. I just…” I can’t finish. There’s no reason for her to be here.
Is there?

“So you know Kelly or no you don’t?” Mrs. Ashford’s patience has thinned since her greeting.

“I, um… I don’t
know
her,” I stutter.

The girl stands tall in front of me, a beauty by everyone’s standards and oblivious to who I am or how truly awkward this situation really is.

“But you said Kelly?” Mrs. Ashford questions.

“Yes, that’s right. I’m Kelly. It’s nice to meet you and you are?” The girl that I can’t look in the eyes asks while offering her hand to shake.

“I’m Evan’s girlfriend.” The words flow from my mouth, insecurities instantly developing. I know it’s immature to stake claim to him, but now I know why he did that big display of a kiss in front of Noah at the restaurant the other day. If he was here, I’d be doing my own public display of affection, marking him as mine right now.

Her tone is clear, with a slight high-pitched tinkering to it when she speaks. “
Oh
, I didn’t know he had one. He never told me about you.”

“Why are you here?” They probably think something is wrong with me considering the way I’m blurting things out, but I’m confused to why she’s here. And she thinks she can show up like this.
Does Evan know she’s here? Is she showing up unannounced?
Unless… A thought dawns on me and I stand more upright. My face contorting, hurt and doubt clouding my vision as my gaze lands on Mrs. Ashford who seems to be relishing in the moment with a pleased-as-punch smile and sparkle to her eyes.

“I wanted to surprise him,” Kelly says, disregarding what I just said.

“Evan?” I ask as if I expect her to say someone else this time while still praying she means someone else.

“Yes,” she answers, annoyed.

“Does he know you’re here?”

“
Noooo
, I said ‘surprise’ him, but I guess we’ve all been surprised, haven’t we?”

“The more the merrier, dear,” Mrs. Ashford says, comforting Kelly by rubbing her arm.

I blink rapidly, hoping this nightmare goes away. It’s all too much and I need out of this situation. “I’ll let him know you came by. It was, um….yeah.” That was my weak attempt at getting rid of her, and unfortunately, it doesn’t work.

“Sorry for the confusion, Mallory, but Kelly is staying for the party. Isn’t that fantastic news?” Mrs. Ashford purrs in victory. “I know Evan will be so happy to see her again.”

“Mallory?” Kate appears at my side, stopping my escape. “What’s going on?”

She sees my eyes flicker to the stupid, pretty blonde imposter and without missing a beat, Kate introduces herself. After a brief introduction and breakdown of the events, Kate lays it all out like only she can. “So, let me get this straight. You ‘hooked up’ with Evan back in May and now you’re visiting him, uninvited I might add, this weekend? Just showing up out of the blue?”

Kelly glowers at us, but keeps calm, knowing Mother Ashford is on her side. She turns to Kate, and says, “Yes, it’s a surprise visit, but I know he’ll be happy to see me. We have a special connection.”

“You’re really going to stand here and say that in front of his girlfriend?” Kate puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head waiting for an answer.

“Kelly’s been invited to stay for the party…
by your mother
,” I add, further fueling Kate’s fire.

I glance over at Mrs. Ashford who shifts and looks over her shoulder to avoid eye contact.

“When I arrived this afternoon,” Kelly starts to say, “I discovered that—”

“Mmmhmm, I’m listening. Go on,” Kate says, interrupting Kelly with her sarcasm. I love having her on my side.

“I discovered that Evan wasn’t home, so I knocked on the main house and Claire invited me in. After hearing my plight, she also offered me a place to stay. We had tea together and I told her all about my brief, but meaningful, relationship with Evan and gladly accepted the offer from
your mother
,” Kelly says, crossing her arms and twisting the metaphorical knife deeper into my heart.

“Of course, you would. And plight?
Really?”
Kate rolls her eyes, “Mother, may I speak with you?”

“No. I have guests to tend to. Excuse me, ladies,” Mrs. Ashford says, avoiding Kate altogether and walking away from us.

Kate turns to me and says, “Kelly and I need to have a tete-a-tete privately, if you don’t mind?”

Kelly’s eyes widen and if I’m not mistaken, I spy fear behind her blues.

Quirking my eyebrows in curiosity, I look at her, but she silently tells me to go, and go I do. “Go right ahead.” I narrow my eyes at Kelly one more time and see the stubbornness in her stance, ready for a showdown.

After rushing into the house, I run down the corridor, and into the safety of the bathroom. Out of breath, I fall back against the door as tears fall from my eyes. All my fears are being realized as his past comes back to haunt us. I lean against the counter, my palms flat on the cold marble, staring down into the empty sink. I take several deep breaths and try to calm myself, wishing Evan would just get here already.

A light tap on the door is heard and I jump, startled. I swipe under my lids with a tissue trying to hide the fact I was crying before I open the door.

When I see Kelly, I huff in irritation. “What do you want?” I want to wipe that condescending smirk right off her face, but I refuse to play this game with her.

“Mallory, I’m sorry this has been sprung on you. I wasn’t aware he had a girlfriend and I feel terrible you’ve been caught in the middle like this—”

“
In the middle?
I’m not in the middle. I’m firmly at Evan’s side.”

“That may be true right now, but I thought you should know that he’s been texting me all summer. We’ve even talked a couple of times.”

I thought my heart hurt before, but now it shatters as I stare into the face of my undoing. I can’t stop the tears, my humiliation and pain worn openly across my face.

She continues and I stay to listen. “If he’d given me any indication that he was taken, I wouldn’t be here. I swear to you. I’m disappointed and hurt as much as you are—”

“No, you’re not. You were a one week fling. We’ve been together for…” I stop mid-sentence, realizing that technically we’ve only been together for a couple of weeks, but we’ve been playing this love tug-of-war for over a month. I can’t explain what Evan and I mean to each other, so I lie. I straighten my shoulders back and affront her. “We’ve been together over a month now and he’s given me no reason to doubt him. So, if you don’t mind, I’m taking his word over yours.”

“I can show you the last text,” she says, lifting her phone up. “Look right here. It says ‘Miss you and can’t wait for you to return.’ “ She flashes the phone in front of my eyes then quickly jerks it away.

Seeing it clearly with his name attached, I push past her, needing to find Evan and desperate to get away from this nightmare I’m living.

“I’m also hurt by this,” Kelly yells down the hall as I round the corner. I think I also hear her laugh, but I can’t be sure, and I’m not stopping to find out.

“Where are they?” I demand, looking at Kate.

“They were hanging out at Murphy’s and Zach’s. They’re on their way. Take a deep breath, Mallory. That girl is not going to bother you tonight and she’ll be gone in the morning.”

“She has proof that he’s been texting her—”

Sunny gasps. “No.”

Kate is shaking her head. “She’s a lying gold-digger. He hasn’t been—”

“She showed me the text.”

The group goes silent.

“Sunny, come with me. Mallory, stay put. We’ll be right back.” Kate drags Sunny into the house to obviously formulate some kind of plan, but this waiting is too much. Evan has some explaining to do and I’m willing to listen, but he’s taking forever. My hands begin to shake with the possibility that she might be telling the truth. I turn to the bartender and order a shot. I need something to calm my nerves.

Torturous minutes pass with no sign of Evan. The bartender places another shot down in front of me and I debate for two seconds before I down it. I’m tapping my fingers anxiously on top of the bamboo bar when my phone rings.

I answer in a rush, hoping it’s Evan. “Hello?”

“Hey there. I’m glad I caught you.”

It’s a male voice, but not the one I wanted. “Noah, now’s not a good time.”

“Bummer. I wanted to take you to the beach to see the big fireworks display. It’s pretty awesome.”

Tears threaten to fall again from his kindness as my anxiety over Evans’ blonde ex peaks. I can’t make a scene at the Ashford’s party and I feel I’m close to crossing that line if I wait around any longer. As much I want to talk to Evan, I can’t stand here waiting to be humiliated in front of his family and a crowd. I’m losing my grip on my heavy emotions, feeling the betrayal of Evan engulfing my more rational thoughts. The only way we can survive this night is to abandon it until tomorrow. There’s nothing I can say to Evan that won’t come out as an accusation covered in my pain. There’s nothing he can say to justify what I just had to endure at the hands of a girl that fits into his charmed life so well, a girl that his mother supports to be on my boyfriend’s arm for all to see.

No, I can’t do this tonight, not here. Not if we have any chance of not letting the situation destroy everything we want so badly. I make the one choice that seems reasonable when not entirely sober. I decide to go just for now, just for the night. I decide to go and give my alcohol-tinged insecurities time to taper off and for my hurting heart to heal. I’ll go for me, but I’ll also go for Evan, so he doesn’t have to deal with the crazy that is sure to come if I see him now.

“I’ll go,” I whisper hesitantly, looking around, needing a savior, needing a friend, needing Evan to save me from this sinking sorrow that’s overwhelming me, but he’s not here.

“I’ll pick you up,” Noah offers.

I take a deep breath, and then say with a heavy heart, “I’m at the Ashford’s.”

“Oh, um… okay. It’s probably best if you meet me out front in about ten minutes then.”

“Okay.” I hang up and call Evan, but it goes straight to voicemail. “Call me, okay. I need to talk to you, babe. It’s important. Call me as soon as you get this message.” I hear the tremble in my tone as I leave the voicemail. Turning around, my eyes lock on Kelly across the pool. She’s charming the pants off Evan’s parents. With one sideways glance in my direction, she makes it clear that she’s here to stay, further cementing my decision to walk away before it’s too late for me to have something to return to.

Ten minutes.
Ten minutes of pure torture. Kate has done her best to pass the time, shamelessly trying to entertain me with stories of wild society parties she used to attend in The Hamptons. Sunny sets me up with another cocktail and I’m staring toward the side path everyone is using tonight in hopes of seeing Evan walk in sooner rather than later.