Let Me Be the One
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“I’m glad you agreed to stay for a while, Vicki.”
She’d been so worried about being alone with him, but now that she saw how huge the house was, she realized they could probably go several days without seeing each other if they wanted to.
Not, of course, that she wanted to not see Ryan. But if he needed some alone time—say, if he had a woman over—she could easily disappear. If nothing else, she could always happily head down to the beach to get out of his hair.
“I am, too.”
He picked up her remaining bag. “Come on, I’ll show you your digs.”
Silly her. Even after the little pep talk she’d just given herself, her heart was still flipping around at the thought of being in a bedroom with Ryan. Silently reminding herself that she wasn't a teenager any more, she was starting to follow him through the house when her mouth fell open in shock.
“You’ve been collecting my sculptures?”
He had several of them placed throughout the main level of his house. Not just that, but they were some of her favorites.
“I’ve always been a fan, Vicki.”
His simple, heartfelt response warmed her inside and out. Still, she had to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted them? I would have given them to you.”
“That’s exactly why I didn’t. Your work is worth a hell of a lot more than what I paid for each of these. I can’t tell you how many times over the years people have tried to buy them from me.”
“They have?”
“All the time. For a huge profit.” He looked around at her sculptures. “My answer has always been, and will always be, that they’re not for sale. To me, they’re priceless.”
Feeling utterly dazed by what he’d just told her, Vicki followed him through the living room just off the open kitchen and up the stairs. Halfway down the hall, Ryan opened one of the doors to a room that had another great view of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.
Vicki did her best to focus on the view, rather than on the big bed in the middle of the room.
“I’m just next door,” he said in an easy voice and she immediately looked at the wall he’d gestured to, her brain spinning off in entirely inappropriate visions. Ones where Ryan was stripping down for the night, pieces of clothing falling onto the floor one after the other—
“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”
Her lips and tongue felt really, really dry as she came back to reality. “I’m sure I will.”
Perfectly comfortable, and yet she already knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink with Ryan only a wall away.
She smiled over at him, but it froze on her face as she took in his expression. Just as it had been earlier tonight, the expression in his dark eyes was intense before it was replaced with his easy smile.
“How does the usual sound?”
It took her longer than it should have to realize that he was talking about dinner. So many nights when they were kids, he’d come over to her parents’ garage with takeout. She’d learned not to eat much at dinner with her family so that she could share those meals with him. He worked out half the day, so he usually ate about ninety percent of the food, but she loved that he always made sure to bring over her favorite things anyway.
“Sounds great.”
“Go ahead and unpack and I’ll call for delivery.”
It wasn’t until he’d left the bedroom that she could finally take a full breath. She knew she was being ridiculous, that they were both adults now and could certainly handle being in close proximity again without things getting weird and complicated. But just because she knew that intellectually, it didn’t mean her heart—or her body—was getting the message.
How many fantasies had she had about him over the years? Starting at fifteen and going on from there, when the nights grew dark and lonely and she’d get an email from him that made her laugh. The longing she’d felt for him on those nights had been nearly unbearable.
Were the weird vibes from James the only reason she’d texted Ryan tonight? Yes, she’d felt threatened and out of options...but hadn’t she also wanted desperately to see Ryan? Had she grabbed onto James’s creepiness as an excuse to reach out and see if she was still important to him after all these years?
Angry with herself, she tossed her clothes into the beautiful dresser. She’d never been a particularly neat person—only with her art supplies did she bother with organization—but she knew she was taking messy to a whole new level.
Stop.
She needed to stop. Chill out. And enjoy being with the one person on earth she’d always completely adored.
Vicki made herself slowly take everything back out of the dresser and fold it neatly.
That was how she’d deal with everything from now on, she promised herself. Calmly, carefully, rationally, rather than following the impulses—and passions—that had always gotten her in so much trouble.
She took a deep breath and worked to center herself before going downstairs to have dinner with Ryan. Her entire body still tingled from the kiss he’d given her at the cocktail lounge, despite the fact that he’d simply been pretending to feel something for her as part of their act...not because he wanted her and needed her and couldn’t live without her.
If and when they had to pretend again, she needed to remember that a second or third kiss wouldn’t mean anything more than that first one.
Calm.
Careful.
Rational.
She could be all those things, if for no other reason than she needed to be all those things around Ryan.
She was just heading for the stairs when Ryan’s deep voice rose up from below.
“Felicia? Actually, that’s why I’m calling. Sorry, I’ve got to cancel. No, I can’t reschedule. It isn’t because of that. You were always great.”
Vicki hadn’t meant to listen in on his phone call, but he wasn’t exactly doing it in private. Obviously, he was breaking a future date with someone named Felicia, and, just as obviously, Felicia thought he was dumping her because he’d found someone better to tangle up the sheets with.
Little did Felicia know that the woman who had just moved into his house wasn’t ever going to get closer to Ryan’s sheets than the ones in the guest bedroom.
When she thought he was done with his call, she started down the stairs. She was too far to turn back by the time she heard him say, “Janey? Sorry to call so late about this, but I’ve got to cancel for this week. No, next week won’t work either. No, you shouldn’t think that. Of course we always had fun together.”
She’d been so worried about being alone with him, but now that she saw how huge the house was, she realized they could probably go several days without seeing each other if they wanted to.
Not, of course, that she wanted to not see Ryan. But if he needed some alone time—say, if he had a woman over—she could easily disappear. If nothing else, she could always happily head down to the beach to get out of his hair.
“I am, too.”
He picked up her remaining bag. “Come on, I’ll show you your digs.”
Silly her. Even after the little pep talk she’d just given herself, her heart was still flipping around at the thought of being in a bedroom with Ryan. Silently reminding herself that she wasn't a teenager any more, she was starting to follow him through the house when her mouth fell open in shock.
“You’ve been collecting my sculptures?”
He had several of them placed throughout the main level of his house. Not just that, but they were some of her favorites.
“I’ve always been a fan, Vicki.”
His simple, heartfelt response warmed her inside and out. Still, she had to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted them? I would have given them to you.”
“That’s exactly why I didn’t. Your work is worth a hell of a lot more than what I paid for each of these. I can’t tell you how many times over the years people have tried to buy them from me.”
“They have?”
“All the time. For a huge profit.” He looked around at her sculptures. “My answer has always been, and will always be, that they’re not for sale. To me, they’re priceless.”
Feeling utterly dazed by what he’d just told her, Vicki followed him through the living room just off the open kitchen and up the stairs. Halfway down the hall, Ryan opened one of the doors to a room that had another great view of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.
Vicki did her best to focus on the view, rather than on the big bed in the middle of the room.
“I’m just next door,” he said in an easy voice and she immediately looked at the wall he’d gestured to, her brain spinning off in entirely inappropriate visions. Ones where Ryan was stripping down for the night, pieces of clothing falling onto the floor one after the other—
“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”
Her lips and tongue felt really, really dry as she came back to reality. “I’m sure I will.”
Perfectly comfortable, and yet she already knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink with Ryan only a wall away.
She smiled over at him, but it froze on her face as she took in his expression. Just as it had been earlier tonight, the expression in his dark eyes was intense before it was replaced with his easy smile.
“How does the usual sound?”
It took her longer than it should have to realize that he was talking about dinner. So many nights when they were kids, he’d come over to her parents’ garage with takeout. She’d learned not to eat much at dinner with her family so that she could share those meals with him. He worked out half the day, so he usually ate about ninety percent of the food, but she loved that he always made sure to bring over her favorite things anyway.
“Sounds great.”
“Go ahead and unpack and I’ll call for delivery.”
It wasn’t until he’d left the bedroom that she could finally take a full breath. She knew she was being ridiculous, that they were both adults now and could certainly handle being in close proximity again without things getting weird and complicated. But just because she knew that intellectually, it didn’t mean her heart—or her body—was getting the message.
How many fantasies had she had about him over the years? Starting at fifteen and going on from there, when the nights grew dark and lonely and she’d get an email from him that made her laugh. The longing she’d felt for him on those nights had been nearly unbearable.
Were the weird vibes from James the only reason she’d texted Ryan tonight? Yes, she’d felt threatened and out of options...but hadn’t she also wanted desperately to see Ryan? Had she grabbed onto James’s creepiness as an excuse to reach out and see if she was still important to him after all these years?
Angry with herself, she tossed her clothes into the beautiful dresser. She’d never been a particularly neat person—only with her art supplies did she bother with organization—but she knew she was taking messy to a whole new level.
Stop.
She needed to stop. Chill out. And enjoy being with the one person on earth she’d always completely adored.
Vicki made herself slowly take everything back out of the dresser and fold it neatly.
That was how she’d deal with everything from now on, she promised herself. Calmly, carefully, rationally, rather than following the impulses—and passions—that had always gotten her in so much trouble.
She took a deep breath and worked to center herself before going downstairs to have dinner with Ryan. Her entire body still tingled from the kiss he’d given her at the cocktail lounge, despite the fact that he’d simply been pretending to feel something for her as part of their act...not because he wanted her and needed her and couldn’t live without her.
If and when they had to pretend again, she needed to remember that a second or third kiss wouldn’t mean anything more than that first one.
Calm.
Careful.
Rational.
She could be all those things, if for no other reason than she needed to be all those things around Ryan.
She was just heading for the stairs when Ryan’s deep voice rose up from below.
“Felicia? Actually, that’s why I’m calling. Sorry, I’ve got to cancel. No, I can’t reschedule. It isn’t because of that. You were always great.”
Vicki hadn’t meant to listen in on his phone call, but he wasn’t exactly doing it in private. Obviously, he was breaking a future date with someone named Felicia, and, just as obviously, Felicia thought he was dumping her because he’d found someone better to tangle up the sheets with.
Little did Felicia know that the woman who had just moved into his house wasn’t ever going to get closer to Ryan’s sheets than the ones in the guest bedroom.
When she thought he was done with his call, she started down the stairs. She was too far to turn back by the time she heard him say, “Janey? Sorry to call so late about this, but I’ve got to cancel for this week. No, next week won’t work either. No, you shouldn’t think that. Of course we always had fun together.”
