After the Rain (17 page)

I tried to call Ava back, hitting call over and over. She didn’t answer and I wasn’t surprised. What was I fucking thinking? Olivia had me believing some bullshit about who I was for a second, but that was never me. Even if I weren’t going after love, in the back of my mind I had always wanted it. Everything just seemed to be getting in my way.

Sometimes life begrudges you; it can take everything away from you, like it had for Ava, but for me there had been nothing to take away. I’d had nothing until I met her. Even my career didn’t matter that much to me, in the end. I had poured myself into it because I was good at it. My heart didn’t drop into my stomach when I thought I might lose my job, but
it did when I thought about blowing it with Ava. The idea sank heavily through my body like a stone until I felt numb. I knew the only thing I could do was try to get back to her.

I spent the entire night in my office completing all of my backlogged paperwork with the helpless feeling that whatever I was about to do would never be enough. Still, I remained undeterred. I needed to get back to her. My emails were answered and my work was up to date. The only thing I had left was to write a resignation letter. The first letter I wrote to my father directly and the second to the hospital. I apologized for not being able to give sufficient notice. I even emailed other doctors asking to transfer my patients to them so the hospital wouldn’t have to do it.

At eight a.m. my father walked past my office, backtracked, and stopped a moment at my door. “You look like shit. Late night?”

I stood up, feeling wobbly and worn out. I held the letter out as I walked toward him.

There was recognition in his eyes like he knew what was coming, and then he flashed me a small, tight smile. “I won’t try to change your mind; I don’t even know if I want to. All I know is that I want you here, but . . .” He started getting choked up. He swallowed and went on. “But I understand why you’re leaving. I’m so proud of you, Nate. I’m proud to call you my son, and I’m proud of the doctor you’ve become.”

“I have to get back out there.”

“I talked to the chief at the International Heart Institute in Missoula.”

I leaned against my desk and crossed my arms. “And?”

“I told him that you were a horrible surgeon and that they would be making a big mistake hiring you.” He held a white paper bag out to me. “Doughnut?”

“Dad.” I laughed. “You’ve got to stop with the doughnuts.”

“I’m kidding. It’s a veggie wrap your mom made for me. She put hummus and tofu in it. I don’t even know what tofu is.”

“I’m glad to see you’re changing your diet. You should stick with it. Mom knows what she’s talking about.”

He set the bag down and put his hands on his hips, his lab coat open around his wrists. “I’ve lost six pounds since the food Nazi took over.”

“She was really worried about you.”

He smiled and took a seat in one of the chairs facing my desk. I went around and sat down as well.

“Nate, I told the Chief at the Heart Institute that you were the best damn surgeon I’d come across and they better pay you well.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much those words mean to me.”

He blinked. “I might have waited too long to say it.”

“Better late than never.”

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you too, Dad.”

“I want you to take the Ford out there.” Restored cars were my dad’s hobby. He didn’t actually restore them, he bought them restored and spent a great deal of money on them. His favorite was a two-toned red and white ’67 Ford pickup truck.

“I couldn’t, Dad.”

He clapped me on the shoulder. “It belongs in Montana.”

CHAPTER 13

Forever Is Only Now

Avelina

I
remembered when Jake told me that forever is only now. I remembered the smoothness of his voice when he said it, as if he’d memorized it from the Bible. I sat on my porch swing, looking up at the sky, thinking that Jake was the brightest star up there, so far away but shining and powerful. He would shine like that for as long as I was living because when a sun as bright as Jake burns out, it takes a hundred years for its star to fade. Forever is only now; there’s no measure of time when it comes to love. I knew Jake would be up there in the sky for all of my life, and I promised myself that after I left this earth I would stand before God and say with pride that I loved Jacob Brian McCrea with all my heart and soul. But Jake wasn’t with me on earth anymore. When he pulled the trigger his forever ended, not mine.

That night, I had gone inside and called Nate. I had believed that I was finally ready to take my forever back. I’d even rehearsed what I was going to say.
I know you’re not
trying to fix me, but you’re the one who makes me better
. But I hadn’t gotten a chance to say those words. He’d been with a woman, it’d been late, and he’d sounded put out. I wondered if he and the woman laughed at me when I hung up. I wondered how I could be so naïve.

Taking my dead husband’s advice turned out to be a bad idea. I went back outside, holding the whiskey bottle to the sky and screamed, “Fuck you, Jake McCrea! Fuck you!”

CHAPTER 14

Drops Between Us

Nathanial

O
n the road in my father’s Ford, I had plenty of time to think about how I had just left my world behind for a woman who likely didn’t want me. My parents were going to rent my condo out, and Gogo happily went to live with Frankie.

I stopped only twice: once to eat and buy food for the road and once to call Ava. She didn’t answer. I dialed Bea.

“Hello, darlin’. What a nice surprise.”

“How is Ava?”

“She’s okay, and I’m okay, too, thanks for asking.”

“I’m sorry, I’m glad you’re okay. Listen, I’m on the road headed out there. I quit the hospital.”

There was silence on the other end for several moments. “What kind of foolishness are you speaking?”

“You know I care about her. I can’t stop thinking about her and I want to be there for her.”

“What will you do?”

“I need to find a place in Missoula, I think I have a job lined up. I’ll be at the ranch by tomorrow.”

“I wish you’d told me ahead of time. We’re leavin’, Nate. All of us.”

I froze. “What?”

“We’re going to Bozeman for the rodeo. We’ll be there for two days.”

“You’re taking Ava?”

“Of course.”

“Is this the rodeo where she saw the guy that reminded her of . . . ,” my voice trailed off.

“That’s the one, but you don’t have to worry. Ava seemed to be pretty darn into you, and we’ll tell her you’ll be there when she gets back.”

“I don’t think you understand, I—”

“Head to Missoula and get your job straightened out. We’ll be back early Monday.”

“Bea, I need to see her. I haven’t slept in two days. Will you ask her to wait? I’ll drive her to Bozeman myself.”

I heard her let out a breath. “Why are we having this conversation? Ava has a phone, why don’t you call her?”

“She won’t take my calls.”

“Hmm? Why’s that?”

“I’ve tried calling her, she just won’t answer.”

“Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen her since yesterday morning.” The panic in her voice started to rise.

“Jesus, can you go check on her, please!”

“I’ll call you right back.”

When she hung up, I immediately pulled onto the road. I thought I was somewhere in Nevada but I wasn’t sure anymore. The yellow dashes in the middle of the road began to blur together in a solid line. I watched the line like it was leading me to her. Bea called back a few minutes later.

“She’s okay but she doesn’t want to see you, and I know
Ava well enough that I can tell nothing will change her mind.”

“Please tell her I wasn’t with another woman. I was just having dinner with a colleague. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I imagine calling you was the bravest thing Avelina has done in a long time.”

“You have to talk to her, please.”

“Head to Missoula and get some sleep before you kill someone on the road or yourself. We’ll be back Monday.”

After we hung up, I pulled off the highway and found a motel. The room stunk of cigarettes and the shower was caked in mildew. I pulled the brown and maroon paisley comforter off, threw it on the floor, and doused my hands in sanitizer. I slept on top of towels I laid across the sheets. In the morning I grabbed a stale doughnut and weak coffee from the free continental breakfast in the lobby and headed out to my truck, where I discovered my bike had been stolen from the back. In my sleep-deprived state the night before, I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of my bike being stolen. I slumped into the driver’s seat and finished my disgusting doughnut.

Still in the motel parking lot, I shaved with an electric shaver using the side mirror of the truck. After one half of my face was shaved, the batteries died. There are just certain times in life when every fucking thing we do seems so arbitrary. Why in the world did I shave my face to begin with? I drove to a drugstore and got more batteries and a lot of weird looks from shoppers.

At checkout, the gum-popping, teenage female clerk smirked at me. I decided to let humor prevail. “Do you like this look?” I smiled and pointed to my face.

“That’s dope.”

“Thanks, dawg.”

“Peace out,” she said, and I walked out.

I didn’t turn around but I held up a peace sign and said, “Word.”

I made it to Missoula late Saturday evening and found a hotel. On the road I had called the hospital and set up a time to meet with the chief the next day. He essentially offered me a great position over the phone. Everything was falling into place. I found a local newspaper and started searching for a permanent dwelling, somewhere between the hospital and the ranch.

That night in the darkness and quiet loneliness of my hotel room, I thought back to being in Ava’s bed, holding her close to me, the way her hair smelled of lilac and cinnamon, and how her skin was so smooth and warm under my fingertips. I fell asleep to the sound of irregular raindrops pattering against the storm drain outside the window and the vision of Ava’s body in my arms.

In the morning I went for a run, checked out a few houses for rent, and got ready to meet the chief at the hospital. When I got there, they gave me a tour, showing me their state-of-the-art institute. I was surprised by how cutting edge the facility was. The chief of surgery was well aware of the work that I had done, likely due to what my father had told him. He questioned my reasons for moving to Montana twice throughout our conversation, and both times I gave him the same answer.

“I love it. It’s God’s country.”

He laughed a little reluctantly the second time. “It’s a big change from Los Angeles.”

“I need a change, and I have family here.”

“Ah. Well, the job is yours if you want it. We can bring
you in on the full rotation in two weeks. Until then we’ll get you into an office so you can start getting some work done.”

His secretary showed me to an empty office. I had a small box of paperwork and a few things that I had brought from the hospital in L.A. I made my way around the hospital, introducing myself to the rest of the staff. It was a Sunday so it was relatively quiet. I met some nurses, who whispered and giggled like teenage girls when I walked away. In the afternoon I headed out to look at more houses for rent. I found a place that was perfect, a small place near a lake about an hour from the hospital and an hour from the ranch in the opposite direction.

A young man who was fully gray on top but couldn’t have been more than twenty-five showed me through the house.

“I saw a corral and shed down on the property. Can I have horses here?”

“Yep.” He stood near the door and eyed me as I examined the inside of the kitchen cabinets.

“How many square feet is this place?” There were two bedrooms at the end of a short hall. One full bathroom in the larger room and a half bath in the hall. The kitchen had a large porcelain farm-style sink, yellow wooden cupboards, and white tiles on the counters.

“Twelve hundred square feet and some change,” he said. “There’s a washer and dryer in the garage and the well water is free. There’s no trash service or cable out this way so you’ll have to dump your own trash at the landfill twenty miles down the road.”

“Fine,” I said. “How much?”

“Eleven hundred a month, first and last month’s deposit.”

“I’ll take it.” I made more than that most days but I
wasn’t going to move to Montana and scare Ava away by flashing money at her. “When can I move in?”

“Write me a check and I’ll give you the keys.”

I love you, Montana.
“Done.” I wrote him a check, and just like that I had a place.

I went into town and bought a bed and some bare necessities to make my new house livable. Driving back, I listened to The National until the song “I Need My Girl” came on. I changed it quickly, feeling nauseous. What was happening to me?

CHAPTER 15

Hearts and Stripes

Avelina

I
n my mind, rodeos always represented a kind of Americana that I didn’t grow up with. I knew horses as a kid, but everything I learned was in Spanish from my father. It was only later, after he died, that I learned how to barrel race. That’s when I was introduced to rodeo culture. In Bozeman there was a palpable buzz on rodeo weekends. Horse trailers poured into town, and hotels, restaurants, and pubs were full of travelers and cowboys. Cowboys like Jake.

On Saturday we watched all of the events. I studied the women’s barrel racing and tried to take note of what I needed to do. There were no reminders of Nate in this world but that didn’t stop me from thinking about him. Every time someone got injured, I would think,
If only Nate were here
, and then I would shake my head, trying to get rid of the thought. I reminded myself that Nate was probably with the sharp-tongued woman I’d heard on the phone.

During the team-roping finals I saw Russell Coldwell, the man who was the spitting image of Jake. After his run, I stood up. I wanted to get a closer look.

“Sit down, girl,” Bea said. I glanced at Redman, who was eyeing me sharply.

“I just want to see.”

“See what, darling?” Trish drawled from behind me.

“I just want to get a closer look.”

“Well, go then,” Bea finally said. I skipped down off the bleachers and over to the holding corral. I leaned against the wooden slats until I caught his attention. He dismounted from his horse and sidled over to me.

“Avelina.” He tilted the brim of his beige felt Stetson.

“Russell. You take your wedding ring off when you compete?”

“I got a divorce,” he said, looking down and tapping the toe of his boot against the wooden post. I studied the broad line of his jaw and the curve of his strongly made shoulders, not unlike Jake’s but not the same either. Jake had a boyishness to him that Russell didn’t. They both rode their horses the same way, with a command so obvious that it seemed as if man and animal were one.

“I’m sorry to hear.”

“What are your plans for tonight?”

“No plans,” I lied.

“We’re going for drinks at Pete’s.”

“Okay. Can I ride with you?”

“Sure,” he said simply. “Let me load up my horses. My truck is the blue one; go ahead and get in.”

“I can help you.”

“Pfft. Help me with what?”

“Loading up the horses.”

“Nah, that’s no job for you.”

I blinked, taken aback, then quickly shrugged it off and
headed for the cab of his truck. In the side mirror I could see Bea coming toward me with a vengeance.

She stalked up to the window and gestured for me to roll it down. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re just going to Pete’s for a drink.”

“Did you think of tellin’ anybody or were you just gonna slip off into the night?”

“Why are you being dramatic, Bea?” I looked into the mirror again and saw Russell watching us.

She whispered angrily near my ear, “Are you gonna go gallivantin’ through town with a married man?”

“He’s divorced.”

“That man is bad news. I bet he’s divorced all right, ’cause he’s a wife-beater. I’ve heard the rumors and I know you have, too.”

“Have I?” My facial expression didn’t change. I didn’t care what happened to me anymore. I could hardly remember what it was like to worry about my own safety. I welcomed the danger, and I wanted pain because at least it would dull the hurt inside.

“Nate is going to be at the ranch tomorrow.”

“I wonder if he’ll bring the woman.”

“Stop this nonsense.”

“Do you know what it’s like to be constantly let down by life and then feel like it’s your fault?”

“I’m getting Red.”

“We’re leaving,” Russell interrupted. He hopped into the driver’s seat, started the engine, revved it two or three times, and then put it in gear and drove away.

“What was that all about?” he asked.

“Nothin’.”

Walking through Pete’s, I could see the looks of disapproval on people’s faces; some even looked slightly mortified. Maybe they thought of me as the town black widow, some wicked husband killer trying to get my claws into the next victim.

“I feel like everyone is staring at us.”

“So what,” Russell said, his tone purely indifferent.

“Whiskey, neat.” Out of the corner of my eye I thought I could see Russell scowl when I ordered my drink.

“The same,” he added.

“You got it,” the bartender said.

“So why did you get a divorce?”

“Didn’t get along. My ex is a bitch.”

“Oh.” We shared few words after that. Russell wasn’t much of a talker. After the third or fourth whiskey, I expected Redman or Bea to walk in, pull me off the bar stool, and drag me out by my hair, but they didn’t. I glanced at my phone and saw three missed calls from Nate. It was eleven o’clock and the whiskey was going straight to my brain.

“Will you call me Lena?” I asked him.

“Why would you want me to do that?” I was discovering the many differences between Russell and Jake. Before his accident, Jake was lighthearted, fun, and complimentary. Russell seemed miserable.

“I just want to hear what it sounds like when you say it.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want. I’ll call you Strawberry Shortcake as long as my dick’s in your mouth.”

I sucked in a short breath and felt bile rise in my throat.

His expression was unapologetic. “What, did I say something to shock you, Lena?” he said sarcastically. “I thought that was why you were here. You want me to smack you around a little while I’m fuckin’ you, right?”

“No,” I said, barely audible.

“That wasn’t so convincing.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “No, that’s not why I’m here.”

“Two more.” He motioned for the bartender to refill our glasses. The bartender, a tall gangly man with shaggy blond hair, eyed me. There was something rueful in his expression.

“You want another, sweetheart?”

Russell pounded his fist on the bar. “That’s what I said.”

“I’m just checkin’ with the lady, Russell.”

When the bartender turned to retrieve the whiskey, Russell snorted, “Lady. Ha!”

Once the whiskey was poured, I downed it, hoping to lessen the fear and the pain I was feeling. “You’re nothing like him.”

“Who, Jake? You mean Jake Pussy McCrea? Yeah, no, I’m nothin’ like him.”

“He’s not . . . he wasn’t.” I started stammering and slurring. My vision was getting hazy.

He turned to me. “You should stick to using that mouth for what it’s good for.”

“I have to go,” I said, my voice sounding small and far away.

“Go where? You got a ride?”

“I don’t know why you’re being so mean.”

“Listen, you got a sweet little ass. I’ll drive you back to my room and give you what you want.”

“You’re drunk.”

He smiled wide and I noticed that one of his teeth was black. The rest were yellow, likely from chewing tobacco. Nothing like Nate’s straight, white teeth.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and put my head in
my hands, my elbows propped on the bar.
What am I doing here?

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. “Ava?” I looked down at the floor and saw a pair of black Converse before looking up into Nate’s squinting eyes. He was looking past my irises to the heart of me. But his eyes weren’t searching, they were pleading. He looked concerned. “Come with me?”

“How’d you find me?” I mumbled.

He wore a slight smile. “I didn’t want to spend another minute away from you. I called Red and he told me where to look.”

I remained silent as I stared at Nate’s concerned expression.

“Ava, I told Red and Bea that I’d take you back to the ranch. Come with me . . . please.” He reached his hand out.

“She’s with me,” Russell chimed in unenthusiastically.

“I don’t think so,” Nate said.

Russell stood up in a combative gesture, chest puffed out in Nate’s direction. “I don’t want any trouble with you, man,” Nate said.

“Who is this guy?” Russell asked.

I looked up and shrugged. I kept my gaze on Nate but answered Russell. “I don’t know for sure, but he’s harmless.”

When I stood from the bar, Nate stepped toward me and took my hands in his. Looking down at our hands, he said, “Don’t go with him, Ava, please.” Russell grabbed me by the shoulder and yanked me back out of Nate’s grasp. “Easy, man,” Nate barked.

I swayed, staring at Nate. “Let’s go, Lena,” Russell said, trying to pull me away.

“No, I won’t let you take her.” Nate stood tall in a white T-shirt and faded black jeans belted low on his narrow hips.
He ran his fingers through his dark, tousled hair. The slits of his eyes seemed smaller but the green color was still piercing as he peered at me. Even though he was thinner than Russell, Nate carried himself confidently. The veins in his hands and forearms and the cut muscles in his upper arms made him seem much more intimidating than a bigger man.

Russell reached past me, his arm swinging wildly in a punch toward Nate. With his hands still in his pockets, Nate smoothly moved to one side and watched in amusement as Russell fell to the ground.

Nate grabbed my hand and began pulling me toward the door. “Let’s go.” Russell was on his feet in a second and coming after us.

Nate turned quickly and popped Russell in the nose with one swift jab. There was a crunching sound and then Russell fell to the ground, holding his face and bleeding like a pig. I stared down at him and watched the red stream gush from his nose and run down his neck onto the floor.

I let out a loud sob then fell to my knees. “Jake?” I knew it wasn’t him but the image was the same.

In the front room, seconds after I’d heard the gun go off, I’d found my Jake lying there, eyes open but unaware. He’d been alive for a few seconds but not breathing. It’d been hard for me to touch him, but I had. Sitting on the floor of the bar, I replayed the last seconds of Jake’s life as I held Russell’s head in my lap. “Why?” was all I’d said to Jake, knowing I’d never get the answer. The last thing I’d heard that night was the gurgling in his throat and the last beats of his heart, the last human sound Jake had made before his soul faded away and the life drained from his eyes.

I snapped back to reality to see Nate looking doleful and watching me apprehensively. Russell was also staring at me
as I sobbed. For a moment, even with blood gushing from his nose, Russell looked compassionate. He glanced up at Nate and said, “You should take her out of here,” and then he looked at me. “Go, sweetheart, I’m fine.” I know I must have looked pathetic. How could God be so cruel to let our memories live on vividly like images on a movie screen to play over and over as we watch in horror?

I continued to cry quietly as Nate lifted me off the ground. He carried me out into the pouring rain to a bright red and white truck. He got into the passenger seat and held me on his lap. In a barely audible voice he said, “I’m here,” and kissed me gently on the forehead. After a while he scooted me off of his lap and slid over to the driver’s seat. As we drove off, I rolled down the window, rested my head on the door, and let the cold rain beat down on me. A sad song droned on the radio while I shivered and sobbed.