Unraveling (31 page)

He placed a light kiss on my lips.

“I need to shower,” he hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Wait here… please,” he motioned to the bench in front of the row of lockers.

“Uh-”

“It’s okay, Katy. I told Dan you’d be with me. No one’s going to come banging down the door,” he kissed my cheek. “I’ll be quick.”

“Okay,” I sighed, sitting down on the wooden bench. “I’ll just be here.”

He chuckled, pulling clean clothes out of his locker. I noticed a picture of us together and I wondered who’d taken it.

It looked like were sitting on his couch. His arm was wrapped around me and he was kissing my cheek. I was smiling and there was
a sparkle in my eyes.

“Where’d that picture come from?” I pointed.

“This one?” he pointed. “Karlie took it. I liked it, so I printed it off. I can take it down if it bothers you.”

“No, no, don’t do that,” I waved my hands back and forth. “Do you –uh- think you could get me one?”

A grin spread across his face. “Of course, kitten.”

“Thanks,” I fiddled with my fingers.

“Give me five minutes,” he held up a hand and wiggled his fingers. “Five.”

“Would you like me to set a timer?” I chuckled.

“You can if you want,” he winked.

He disappeared into the shower area and I sat on the bench, looking around the locker room.

It was pretty typical, although cleaner than I would have imagined.

The tile floors were scrubbed clean and the green lockers all appeared brand new.

It didn’t stink either, which was nice.

Steam bellowed out from
the shower area and the roar of the shower water threatened to put me to sleep. For some reason, the sound of running water always relaxed me.

The shower nozzle squeaked off and a minute later, Jared appeared, wearing low slung jeans and a long sleeved button up b
lack shirt.

“Going somewhere?” I smiled, quirking a brow.

He chuckled, rubbing the towel over his scalp to dry his hair. “Yeah, taking my girl out on a date.”

“Oh, really?” I blushed.

He picked up my hand. “Yeah, I haven’t seen her a lot in the past two weeks and I really miss her. I miss having her in my house, in my bed, her scent on my pillow,” his lips skimmed the underside of my jaw as he pulled me up.

My body shook at his words
and he had to steady me. Was I swooning? Lord, help me; I didn’t want to be one of
those
girls.

“Where –uh- where do you want to go?” I asked.

Oh God. I closed my eyes. If I said, uh, one more time, I was going to stab myself in the eye.

He chuckled.

“To my house,” he placed his hands on my hips and I shivered. “I want to cook for you.”

“What about Karlie?”

Jared licked his lips. “Karlie will be going home with Dan and Patsy.”

“O-oh,” I stuttered.

“It’ll just be, you and me,” he swayed us back and forth, like we were dancing to our own beat. At my panicked expression, he added, “Nothing like that is going to happen tonight, Katy. I’m not saying I don’t want you that way, because I do, but you’re not ready. It’ll just be dinner and I might even,” he pressed his lips to my ear, “steal the occasional kiss.”

“I’d like that,” I breathed.

“Good,” he grinned, a twinkle in his eye. He opened his locker and grabbed his duffel bag. “Let’s get out of here,” he reached for my hand.

I took it and he led me to his car.

“I really shouldn’t leave Rollo and Piper,” I looked back at the building. “That wouldn’t be nice of me.”

Jared squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Katy, I already told them.”

“You did?” I asked, climbing into his too tall SUV.

“
Of course,” he winked, before jogging around to the driver’s side. He tossed his duffel bag in the back and then the vehicle roared to life.

“So… what are you making me for dinner?” I smiled up at him.

“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise,” he chuckled.

“What if I hate it?” I questioned. Although, the chances of me hating anything Jared made were slim. He was an incredible cook.

“Nice try, kittycat,” he grinned. A few minutes passed, “If you do hate it,” he suddenly sounded insecure, “we’ll order takeout.”

“Jared, I was joking. I know I’ll love it,” I patted his arm.

“Okay,” he let out a gusty breath as he pulled into the driveway.

When we walked into the house, I was immediately assaulted by the scents of garlic and Parmesan cheese.

“Smells delicious,” I removed my jacket and hung it on the hook of the coat rack, next to the door.

Jared guided me into the kitchen and lifted the lid off a pan of simmering
fettuccine alfredo. He added some shrimp and let them begin to cook.

He’d already made garlic bread, but he put it back in the oven to heat.

“Do you want some wine?” he nodded over his shoulder at a bottle of Merlot.

“Would you believe me
, if I said yes?” I laughed.

“I figured you’d give me some line about being underage,” he winked.

“Nope, not this time. If you’d offered beer, then yes, but once I turned twelve my mom let me drink wine on certain occasions. I’ve acquired a taste for it, but I still don’t have it much.”

“Humph,” he snorted. “Your mom is a trip.”

I shrugged. “She did the best she could.”

“She could’ve done better. You
deserved
better,” Jared looked at me with steel in his eyes. “No parent should neglect their child the way she did you, or serve her underage kid alcohol.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “Not every parent is perfect, Jared. In fact, there’s no such thing as perfect. Your dad certainly wasn’t perfect.”

“I know that,” Jared leaned against the counter, giving the pasta an occasional stir. “But I was lucky enough to get taken in by people that truly cared and loved me. You didn’t have that, Katy. Who loved you?”

I clenched my jaw, damming back the tears. “No one,” I croaked, and then couldn’t hold the tears back any longer.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jared pulled me into his arms. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I never want to be the reason for your tears,” he swiped his large thumbs under my eyes.

“You’re not,” I shook my head, my voice thick with emotion.

“But I caused them.”

“No,” I tried to smile, “you’re here to wipe them away.”

“You’re right, kitten,” he bent down, brushing his nose against mine, “and I’ll always be here to wipe your eyes.”

“Enough of this,” I backed out of his grip and ripped off a paper towel to dry my face. “I want to eat this amazing dinner that my lovely boyfriend made.”

“Say it again?” he grinned.

“Say what again?”

“Boyfriend. I love hearing that word come out of your mouth,” his brown eyes sparkled with happiness.

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Say it,” he waited.

“Boyfriend. You are my boyfriend, Jared. My wonderful, fantastical, awesomely amazing, boyfriend that I love.”

“Be still my heart,” he put his hand to his chest.

“Stop it,” I pushed his shoulder lightly.

He chuckled and turned to check on the food. “It’s ready, grab the plates?”

“Sure,” I said, reaching up on my tiptoes to grab them. I placed them on the counter and he scooped the pasta onto both, before grabbing the bread from the oven.

I took the plates and sat them on the table while Jared grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle.

He poured our glasses half full and lit two candles he’d placed on the table. They were Yankee Candles, not the tall ones they had in fancy restaurants, but somehow this was so much better.

He sat down and nervously ran his hands over his jeans. “Is this good?” he motioned to the setup, a nervous tone to his voice.

“It’s perfect, Jared,” I assured him. “I’ll remember tonight for the rest of my life, just like the night at the park.”

He grinned. “That makes me really happy.”

“It’s the truth.”

He kissed my cheek. “I’m glad tonight will be one you’ll never forget,” his voice went husky, “because I’ll never forget a moment that I spend with you.”

I swirled a piece of pasta around the fork and shoved it in my mouth before I said something embarrassing.

Jared chuckled and started eating.

“This is really good,” I told him. “I’ve been meaning to ask, who taught you to cook?”

A distant, almost glacial, look formed in his eyes. “My mom,” He whispered. “I had to fend for myself a lot. Most of the time, she was beaten so badly that she couldn’t make me dinner, so she started teaching me when my dad wasn’t around or passed out drunk. She wanted me to eat normal meals. When I moved in with Dan and Patsy, it was already ingrained in me to cook for myself. Patsy was amazed that I cooked, especially at such a young age, so she started teaching me her family’s recipes.”

“Wow,” I said, picturing Jared as a small child, standing at the stove on a stool as he cooked for himself. It was a sad image and my lower lip began to tremble.

“Katy, please don’t cry,” he begged. “I’m really ruining tonight, aren’t I? This is twice I’ve made you cry.”

“I’m sorry,” I grabbed the paper napkin, wiping at my eyes. “You shouldn’t have had to grow up
like that. Jared, why are good people always punished? The bad people get away with everything. What did we do to deserve this?”

“Katy,” he ran a hand over his face, “we didn’t do anything. This is
just the life we’ve been dealt because we’re strong. Other people couldn’t have gone through what we did and come out okay on the other side.”

“Are we? Okay, I mean?”

“We’re more than okay, Katy,” he brushed my hair back with his fingertips. “We’re better people because of our pasts. We understand the good and the bad of the world. We know that no one and nothing is perfect. Most people strive for perfection their whole lives, only to realize that it doesn’t exist. We’ve been saved the hassle.”

“You’re right,” I dried the last of my tears. “No more blubbering. We’re going to enjoy this delicious meal.”

He grinned. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I’m sure.”

He put a piece of garlic bread on my plate and I took a sip of wine.

“Karlie said that since you won, you’d be traveling for your next fight,” I put the glass down and attacked the fettuccine.

“I was going to tell you,” he winced.

“Jared, I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re thinking. You don’t need to tell me everything.  I was just trying to steer the conversation in a different direction from the oh-so-serious one we were having before.”

“Oh,” he said, “yeah, since I won, I’ll be out of town next weekend. There will be a fight Sunday afternoon, but I have to be there on Saturday. I’ll be back late Sunday night, though. I’ll have to do some interviews and that takes time.”

“How far away will you be? Do you have to fly?”

“Only three hours by car,”
he shrugged. “So, not too bad. I hate to ask this, but would you want to stay here with Karlie, while I’m gone. You certainly don’t have to, but since her stuff is here, she hates having to pack up and go to Dan and Patsy’s. Plus,” he grinned crookedly; “I
really
miss having your scent on my pillow.”

“I’d love to,” I answered immediately, a blush stealing across my cheeks.

“Good,” he chuckled. “I’m happy you’re so enthusiastic.”

I looked around, avoiding his eye. “I miss it here.”

His fork clattered against the glass plate as he dropped it.

“What did I say?” Panic began to set in. Had my words scared him away?

“I’m just surprised, is all,” he wiped up the Alfredo sauce that had splattered across the table. “I figured after a week, you’d had your fill of us.”

“No, never,” I shook my head. “I’ve missed being here every day
, with you and Karlie. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had a family, that I was a part of something.”

Jared looked at me like I was slowly breaking his heart.

“Katy, you could’ve stayed,” he said evenly.

“
But then one week would have turned into two and then three, then what?” I questioned.

“You’d move in,” he answered simply, like it was the most logical thing.

“I have my own place, Jared,” I explained, “with my own stuff.”

“So, you’d sell it and move your stuff here,” he gave me a ‘duh’ look.

“Jared, we’ve been dating… what, a month? And have only known each other for like… three,” I held up three fingers for emphasis. “I can’t just pack up my whole life… it wouldn’t be normal,” my voice dropped. True, I missed staying here, I missed seeing Jared and Karlie every day, but moving in together screamed commitment, and I was afraid Jared would tire of me after a few months. My heart wouldn’t be able to take a breakup and a move.