bedroom. He smelled of perspiration and mountains as usual, and it calmed
her. He laid her gently on the bed before climbing in next to her, his fingers
tender on her chin as he forced her to look into his eyes.
“Now,” he said after a few moments, his voice hushed and caring. “Are we
ready to talk?”
She nodded, sniffling as more tears slipped from her eyes. Gunnar used his
thumb to brush them away.
“Mind if I go first?”
She shook her head.
“The woman last night…her name is Kaci. I had been dating her before we
met. In fact, that first time you came to the gym, I was supposed to have a date
with her; but Kaci had changed plans so many times I’d become irritated, and I
took it out on you.”
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Tyler frowned, her dislike for the nameless woman who now had a name
growing ever more.
“I’d broken it off that very night, too, because I couldn’t deal with the dra-
ma…and because I’d met someone else who had irritated me just as much, but
her irritation wasn’t as bothersome as Kaci’s.”
Gunnar winked at her, and she ducked her eyes briefly. His thumbs still
stroked her cheek, though few tears fell now. His voice and touch calmed her
immensely.
“Turns out, I would grow to really like this new woman…
really
like her.
Like her more than I had liked anyone in a while, actually. Then, a few weeks
into our acquaintance, some man came into her barbershop. I didn’t know who
he was, but I felt an immediate dislike for him, especially since the woman who
had been so sassy and confident during our previous meetings suddenly turned
inward and timid when he walked inside. I didn’t like the change he’d caused
in her, and I had wanted to throw him out to get the first woman back. Then
we had an argument, the woman and I, and for a few weeks, we didn’t see each
other. In my missing her and loneliness, I called Kaci again, which turned out
to be an even bigger mistake than the first time I had dated her.
“But what really sealed the deal for me was when I came over the new
woman’s house because I heard the pain in her voice over the answering
machine, the pain caused by the man who had entered her barbershop weeks
ago, the man who had sucked up all her liveliness and spirit. Turns out I wasn’t
the only one who had turned to an old flame for comfort; but whereas I was
only annoyed, this woman had been hurt. Old wounds had been opened, and
she needed help closing them. I knew I could do that for her, if only she’d let
me.”
“Gun—”
He shook his head, pressing his thumb on her lips. He didn’t speak imme-
diately, merely drifted the digit over her mouth, the corners of it, her chin.
Tyler snuggled into his touch, and Gunnar let out a low breath.
“I was falling in love with this woman. Completely and totally in love, and
to my surprise and mild consternation, she couldn’t see it. In fact, she refused
to see it. She also refused to own up to the fact she was falling in love with me
as well.”
The tears that had stopped started again, and her shoulders shook with her
sobs.
“When we finally made that step to the next level, I had been ecstatic. We
were finally the couple we should’ve been weeks ago, and I had thought there
would be smooth sailing. Of course, I’d forgotten all about the ghosts that
hovered around us, although I had thought mine had gone away for good. But
she hadn’t, and she’d kissed me, as if trying to reclaim me, but to no avail.”
“G—”
The Beauty Within
Another firm press of his thumb to her lips. “My love saw,
min kjære
, and
the look of utter heartbreak in her eyes caused my own heart to break. I was
also angry Kaci had kissed me, and angrier I hadn’t reacted quickly enough to
get her to stop.
“My heart broke even further when my woman had refused to talk to me;
but I reminded myself that she hadn’t broken up with me, so I had to give her
time. It was so hard to have her sleep down the hall when she should’ve been in
my arms. And this morning, I checked in on her, gave her a sweet kiss to her
forehead, before going off on my run. Her sigh and whisper of my name had
given me hope, so while I ran, I thought of the speech I would tell her, to
reassure her she had nothing to fear from me.”
She buried her face in the pillow, her shame increasing. He’d checked in on
her and hadn’t even realized it. In her slumber, her heart had been completely
honest, and the knowledge stunned and scared her further.
“Tyler,” Gunnar whispered, his mouth brushing against her temple. “When
I came in and didn’t see you, I panicked. I was scared you’d left. I was all ready
to call Damon and Wendy even. Then I came down to the gym and saw you
sobbing on the treadmill, saw all the sweat and the fact the treadmill was
on…you could’ve hurt yourself! You didn’t have any water, you probably didn’t
even stretch!”
“Gunnar…”
“But then you were babbling, telling me you loved me…
min kjære
, the hap-
piness I felt faded to sadness because you sounded so desperate, almost
begging me to love you back. You never have to beg for my love, darling. I give
it freely and completely.”
“Oh…”
“I am not Quincy Lucas, Tyler,” Gunnar said firmly, cupping her face with
soft hands so she would look into his eyes. His face was blurry from her tears,
but she met his gaze as best she could. “Stop thinking I would
ever
treat you as
callously as he did. I know a beautiful thing when I see it, and I’ll be damned if
I lose it…lose
you
.”
Tyler couldn’t breathe, so surprised by what he’d just told her. She
couldn’t help it. She had to have confirmation. “Really?”
His smile was almost amused, and he pressed his nose against hers. “Real-
ly,
min kjære.
Jeg elsker deg
, Tyler. I love you completely.”
“But I still haven’t reached your goal yet; I have all this weight to lose! Oh,
Gunnar, how would it look if you had a fat slob on your arm when you’re a
former model and a gym owner! I need to get right so—”
“What did I just say?” Gunnar said, his eyes growing a little cold. He shook
her head gently. “Who am I, Tyler?”
She frowned. “Gunnar.”
“Gunnar. Not Quincy. Not the boy from eighth grade. Not all the other
idiots you’ve met. I may not be the smartest man on the planet, but I’m not the
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stupidest, either, certainly not stupid enough to let you go, or have people say
things that aren’t true about you,
especially
you, Tyler.”
Tyler’s eyes fluttered closed, more tears slipping out, but she shifted closer
to him. She didn’t want to hear any more. She just wanted him. “Hold me,
Gunnar?” she asked on a breath. “Please?”
“You never have to ask,
min kjære
,” Gunnar whispered in response, bringing
her so close air couldn’t separate them. “Never.”
Tyler had fallen asleep, her exhaustion and emotional weight forcing her to
slumber, but Gunnar couldn’t. He alternated between staring at her and
kissing her forehead and cheeks, his hands unhurried as they caressed her
body. Finding Tyler at the treadmill scared him more than he realized, and her
doubt even more. She never even mentioned Kaci when she talked to him,
putting all the blame on herself. His Tyler, his
elskling
…though he wasn’t
Quincy, she still was Tyler; and even if she did lose all the weight and then
some, none of the issues she was dealing with would really go away.
“How can I convince you,
min kjære
?” he asked quietly into the room. If she
stopped doing their sessions, he wouldn’t be upset in the least. He couldn’t
watch her destroy herself for some unattainable, cosmetic goal. Gunnar didn’t
think she would ever become society-accepted slim; that just wasn’t in her
build. Tyler was a strong woman; there was nothing wrong with her curves
and strength, either.
Unwittingly, his mind drifted back to his time to LA…to the last two years
of it. He’d fallen in love with Aurora, a fellow model, and a phenom. Newly
arrived from Brazil, she was an exotic mix of European, African, and Native
ancestry with curves that seemed to go on forever, yet a slight frame that made
her every fashion designer’s and magazine editor’s wet dream. When he’d met
her for a gig, it had been lust at first sight. They had been fully clothed too—
Oscar de la Renta formalwear for a
Vogue
spread. Seeing the chemistry emanat-
ing between the two, her agent and his had booked them for as many gigs
together as possible. She’d been a young girl, so her vulnerability had also
spoken to him, and he’d done his best to help her navigate the unforgiving
waters of modeling. They also had fallen in love and were rarely ever apart.
Soon, they had been tabloid fodder, and her star rose ever faster. She’d become
an international sensation, and in effect, she’d left him behind. He hadn’t been
jealous, more concerned, for everyone knew female models were the ones with
the memorable names. But the fact she was such a sweet girl in such a ruthless
industry had made him wary.
And with good reason.
The more popular Aurora had become, the more pressures came her way,
especially about her weight. She was never slim enough, never toned enough,
The Beauty Within
never fit enough. She’d become an exercise addict, and along with that, a drug
addict. From weight-loss pills to cocaine to ecstasy, Aurora had tried anything
that would help her lose weight and keep it lost. Gunnar had done some drugs
recreationally; but when Aurora had begun taking them as if they were water,
he’d stopped and tried to get her to stop too.
She hadn’t listened.
It was on a fateful, abnormally cold day in January when, after Aurora had
refused to return any of his phone calls, did he go to her condo in Santa Monica
to check in on her. He’d come into her condo, yelling her name, but it was her
soft moan from her bathroom in her bedroom that had had Gunnar’s heart
clenching and dread cloaking his body.
There had been a pool of blood coming from her head, and her eyes were
glazed. There had been a needle stuck grotesquely in the bend of her arm, a
bottle of weight-loss pills opened and empty with the oblong pills spilled from
it, and her shower was still running—nothing but a skimpy towel covered her
frame. Gunnar had made a shaky call to 911, and cradled Aurora, crying and
promising her the ambulance would come soon.
It had, but by then it had been too late.
He’d blown off his gigs and went to Norway to regroup, his mother baby-
ing him for the first time in years. He’d needed it, too, knowing had he not had
the anchor his mother provided, he could’ve done something very destructive
to himself or someone else. It had been his father who’d suggested opening a
gym, too, considering the way Aurora had died. Gunnar could teach people
how to lose weight safely and effectively.
He couldn’t honestly say what had possessed him to move back to North
Carolina, especially since all of his family had moved away from it, but he did
know he couldn’t go back to LA…not right then. Now, as he held Tyler in his
arms and kissed her forehead once more, he realized the universe had had
something bigger in mind for him before he’d even known.
“You’re beautiful just the way you are,
elskling
,” he murmured against her
skin. “Please believe me…”
With one last kiss to her head, Gunnar slipped out of bed and went down-
stairs, trying to find something to prepare for dinner. He decided on baked
salmon with penne pasta in a light pesto sauce and Italian bread he’d pur-
chased on a whim. He also put a pot on the stove to boil water so he could
make homemade sweet iced tea for Tyler. He’d just finished seasoning the fish
when his phone rang, and he answered it quickly so not to disturb Tyler.
“Hello?”
“
Bror
, when can you come to LA?”
“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Gunnar teased. He turned off the eye under-
neath the boiling water and poured sugar and tea bags into it. He would let it
sit for a few minutes so it could steep.
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Inge huffed. “Hello, Gunnar, how are you this fine Saturday? Used to being
thirty-five yet?”
Gunnar grinned a little but sighed, his mind thinking over the past twen-
ty-four hours, especially the last couple. “I thought about Aurora today.”
Inge sucked in a breath. “Good Lord, Gunnar, why? What happened? It’s
not her anniversary yet, is it? I thought she died in September.”
“She did, but she came to mind because of…”
“Yes?” Inge prodded, when Gunnar didn’t speak up for a few seconds.”
Gunnar preheated the oven before going to sit at the kitchen table. “Re-
member the last time you called? You asked for a name. Well, it’s Tyler…”
He told his sister everything, though he gave abridged versions for some