The Will by Kristen Ashley
It was also a lie because she threw Jake away and I read between the lines of what he told me about their end that this had hurt him and I very much didn’t like that.
It was also a lie because neither of her children had mentioned her once and it was clear at the very least that Amber needed her mother and her mother was not available to her.
It was further a lie because neither Conner nor Amber seemed comfortable in her presence and this spoke volumes.
And last, it was a lie because she had procured a trophy boyfriend who she treated precisely thus. This was likely one of the reasons her children were uncomfortable.
Her having her young man mattered not to me. I had the philosophy to each their own.
However, I didn’t have children but if I did, I would care very much what they thought about the people I spent my time with and if those people were important, I would do what I could to communicate that to my children and make them feel at ease in their presence.
This man didn’t say hello. He barely even approached. And she didn’t introduce him to anyone.
He was on display.
He didn’t matter.
And although Donna was very attractive, I didn’t understand why he would allow her to treat him this way.
She nodded to me and murmured, “Yeah. You too.” Her eyes went to Jake. “Heard you two were an item.”
I braced in order to withstand the blow of Jake correcting her and was more than mildly surprised when he didn’t and remained silent.
She looked back to her kids. “Any chance I’ll see you this weekend?”
“Busy, Mom,” Conner said softly.
She accepted this without comment or apparent rancor and looked to Amber, raising her brows in affectionate inquiry
“Seriously?” Amber asked with some sarcasm and also incredulity.
The Taylors closed in on Amber and I again stiffened at what I read in this action.
“Well, yeah,” Donna, not seeming to read her daughter’s tone or demeanor, replied. “We can do a girls night in tomorrow.” She grinned. “A slumber party.”
Amber’s eyes narrowed angrily before she repeated, “Seriously?”
Donna’s face melted to confusion and she also repeated, “Well, yeah.”
“I haven’t seen you in over a month,” Amber informed her.
That was a long time.
I felt my own eyes narrowing.
“Well—” Donna started.
Amber threw her hand out and declared, “We lost Lydie.”
“Honey—” Jake began quietly, his arm around me loosening and I was certain this was because he intended to go to his girl.
Donna’s expression softened and she said gently, “I know, baby girl. I phoned.”
“You phoned,” Amber spat out. “Once.”
“I—” Donna started again.
But Amber kept spitting. “Save it. We lost Lydie but we got Josie. When we had Lydie, we didn’t need you. Now we have Josie and we still don’t need you.”
Donna looked stricken.
“Amber—” Conner said quietly, warningly but also soothingly.
But it was then Jake moved.
As for me, my mind was at war. I found I absolutely adored what she said at the same time I detested it.
“No!” Amber cried as I felt Ethan get close to me after losing his father who was approaching Amber. Amber lifted up her hand to her dad at the same time I curled my fingers around Ethan’s shoulder. “No,” she repeated, dropping her hand when Jake stopped moving. “I’m good. I’m fine. Everything is just fine. It’s always fine because it has to be.”
She then proved it absolutely was not when her face crumbled and she belatedly attempted to hide this by turning and rushing away.
The Taylors rushed after her.
Ellie gave Conner a look, Conner gave Ellie a nod, and Ellie rushed after her too.
Jake turned to Donna then took four strides to the side, getting out of the lane of traffic of exiting spectators that we had, I hadn’t noticed until just then, been forestalling due to our scene.
As he moved, he caught Donna’s forearm and tugged her along with him.
I didn’t know what to do outside of taking the drama out of the main thoroughfare so I shuffled with them, shuffling Ethan with me.
The silent man that belonged to Donna didn’t make a peep as he moved two feet to the side. He also didn’t even look askance at Jake’s hand on Donna’s arm.
And last, Conner moved with us, his eyes sharp on his mother and father.
With one look at Jake’s face, I had the feeling that an emotional situation was about to worsen significantly.
“Not now,” I heard Jake growl, “but when we don’t have an audience, you and me gotta talk.”
“Jake—” she started, looking up at him still appearing stricken but also bemused and I could not imagine how the latter could be.
She had to know that not seeing her daughter for a month was wrong.
“Shut it,” he clipped and looked to Conner. “Take Josie and your brother and find Amber.”
“I got things to say to her too,” Conner replied.
Oh dear.
I put pressure on Ethan’s shoulder in preparation to exit this scenario when Jake demanded, “Get your brother and Josie outta here.”
Conner ignored his father and looked to his mother. “She needs you.”
“Honey—” Donna again began but got nothing out.
Conner interrupted her. “You need to pull your finger outta your ass and soon, Mom, or you’re gonna lose her forever.”
On that, her mouth dropped open but Conner was done. He turned to me and Ethan but his eyes only sliced through me before he looked down at his brother.
“Come on, Eath,” he said, holding out a hand.
Ethan ran to him.
Conner then looked to me. “Stay with Dad,” he ordered rather bossily and then he took his brother’s hand and they were away.
I looked to Jake.
Jake was scowling at Donna.
“I hope he does it for you,” he said in a deadly quiet tone, his head jerking to the man who still had nothing to say. “I really hope he does. ‘Cause what he gives you has got to be worth what you’re losin’ if you don’t fuckin’ clue in and soon.”
She opened her mouth to say something but this time she didn’t even get a word out before Jake prowled to me, claimed me with an arm around my shoulders again and guided me firmly to the now light traffic exiting the stadium.
I gave it some time for Jake’s mood was encasing us in its heated grip and I felt I needed to give him that time to sort through his thoughts.
When his mood didn’t dissipate (in the slightest), I ventured, “Are you all right?”
“She’s a good woman,” he strangely replied. “No joke, Josie. She’s a good woman who loves her kids. I know this. So I don’t get this kick she’s on.”
Cautiously (very cautiously), I reminded him, “You also didn’t get the kick she was on that ended your marriage.”
His arm gave me a squeeze. “Yeah. That’s the God’s honest truth. Fuck, but that woman needs to learn how to communicate. And Con’s right. She also needs to get her finger out of her ass.”
Although I knew very little, from what I’d seen it appeared he and Conner were right.
Therefore, I whispered, “Indeed.”
“My girl’s had a tough night,” he murmured, his voice lower and deeper with feeling.
I looked up at him to see his eyes aimed at something so I looked that way and saw Amber at Jake’s truck surrounded by her brothers and friends.
I was still whispering when I agreed, “She has.”
Jake stopped us some distance away and looked down at me. “Was gonna drop Eath at home seein’ as Amber and the Taylors were gonna hang there tonight after the game. Then I was gonna go hang with you at your place. But I need to be home for my girl.”
I liked that he had intended to hang w
Even so, it would be lovely simply to share a drink and a quiet conversation in the light room again.
But he was right. He needed to be there for his girl.
I nodded.
Then I found myself blurting, “I still have cream puffs.”
Jake’s brows drew together. “Come again?”
“Well,” I began to explain. “You have some experience with women so it’s probably has not been lost on you that often when women face difficulties, food has a calming influence. Food and friends. The Taylors, Conner and his girl, Ethan, you…all of you can come to Lavender House because I have plenty of cream puffs and they’re still delicious.”
At that, Jake’s face gentled, and he stated, “And that way, you can also see to my girl.”
Yes.
And that way, I could also see to Amber.
I said nothing.
He started us moving again, murmuring, “Cream puffs it is, Slick.”
Cream puffs it was.
And as it was, I felt better.
I just hoped cream puffs, friends and family would make Amber feel the same.
Chapter Twelve
Coming Out of My Skin
The next morning, I wandered through the kitchen in my robe and nightie, going straight to the coffeepot. I hit the button to turn it on and heard it immediately start gurgling. I then pulled down a mug, grabbed a packet of sweetener and went to the refrigerator to get the milk.
I set the milk on the counter by the waiting mug, turned my back to the counter and leaned against it, aiming my eyes out to the gray day and stormy sea.
All of this, I did smiling.
I did it smiling because the cream puffs last night had worked.
I found the Taylors had been to Lavender House with Amber (repeatedly) and were glad they had the chance to come back. I’d also found that Ellie had never been and she’d always wanted to see the house (and loved it—her words, her emphasis).
By the end of the evening, with all of us gathered close around Gran’s kitchen table, we’d consumed cream puffs and hot cocoa and everyone, including Amber and Ellie, had ended up laughing, tickled by the absurd conversation led by Ethan, who seemed determined to entertain us. And he did.
I also studied the view smiling because when the night had finally come to an end and I’d walked them all to the door, Jake was the last to leave.
When he hit the door, he’d stopped and dipped his head to me, his smiling lips not brushing my cheek, his rising hand not going to my hair to give my ponytail a tug (as I didn’t have a ponytail, I had my hair up in a chignon at the nape of my neck).
No, instead, his smiling lips had brushed my lips and his hand had risen to cup my jaw when he did so.
Of course, it was just an affectionate brush but it was so lovely, it left my lips tingling in a way that was more pleasant than any kiss I’d ever received. Even far more ardent ones (and it must be said, Dee-Amond was a fabulous kisser and that brush even beat Amond’s kisses).
I’d liked it enough to allow myself one more moment to pretend. Just that one. And I gave myself that moment.
Just that one.
But it was a very, very good one.
When he’d lifted his head, he’d whispered, “Way you took care of my crew tonight, owe you another dinner at The Eaves.”
I’d eat a picnic in Hades with him.
I didn’t share that.
I’d replied, “That’s not necessary, Jake.”
“Oh yeah it is,” he’d returned, giving me a gentle squeeze at my jaw before he released me, murmured, “Later, Slick,” and he was gone.
I’d stood in the open doorway and waved as all the cars drove away.
And I’d gone to bed with hot cocoa and cream puff in my belly, the whisper of Jake’s lips on mine, and I’d slept like a baby.
Now, I had to figure out my day.
The plants in the greenhouse needed tending. I needed to research hiring an accountant, as there were likely inheritance taxes to see to. I also needed to get to a grocery store that was not Wayfarer’s as Ethan’s appetite was such he’d eat me out of house and home and he didn’t really care if his sustenance was gourmet or not.
But before all that, I needed to call Lavon Burkett’s people and procure backstage passes.
And that night, I needed to go watch Jake fight so I needed to find out where the arena was in order to journey there.
On this thought, my phone in my purse on the butcher block rang. I moved to it, dug my phone out of my bag and saw the display heralding the fact that Henry was calling.
I took the call, put the phone to my ear and greeted, “Hello, Henry.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied softly. “How’re you doing?”
“Splendid,” I told him, moving back to the coffee, preparing a cup and resuming my position, back to the counter, eyes to the window, sipping and sharing the events of the day before (sans kiss on the lips from Jake and the way I’d pretended all day).
When I was done, there was a moment of silence before Henry noted, “Seems you’re getting close to this Jake and his kids.”
“They’re all lovely,” I told him as my affirmative.
There was another moment of silence before, cautiously, he asked, “You sure that’s a good idea, honey? Kids can become dependent on someone, especially someone like you and especially if they get someone like you and their mother is absent. When that happens, they don’t need another woman eventually absenting herself, especially a good woman. ”
At Henry’s words, it occurred to me that I hadn’t yet explained the fact that I wanted to slow down and work as often as I could from the light room and thus Jake’s children would have me around more often than not.
But Henry would have me around far less often than usual.
This was not something in my currently content state of mind that I wished to deal with.
So I decided not to.
“Well, it isn’t like communication in a variety of ways is difficult in this day and age, Henry,” I pointed out somewhat misleadingly at the same time leadingly, as in, leading him to understand I could do much for him even if not with him (paving the way for when I decided to broach that subject, that was).
“True,” he murmured.
I changed the subject. “And you? You’re well?”
“You know me,” he replied and I did. This meant he was working a great deal, socializing a great deal and I didn’t ask but it was likely his latest lover had at some point joined him in Italy and thus he was doing other things a great deal.
“You journey to Paris soon,” I noted.
“Yes,” he confirmed.
“And Daniel’s working out?” I asked.
“He’s not you,” Henry answered without really answering although what he said was quite true.
“Indeed,” I agreed just as the house phone rang.
I studied it as I set down my coffee mug, walked to it and asked, “Can you hang on for a moment? Gran’s phone is ringing.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he answered.
“It’ll probably just be a second,” I assured him. “I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here,” he said with a strange mixture of gentleness, depth and rigidity that I’d never heard before.
However, my mind was not on Henry but on the ringing phone so I gave it no thought, took my mobile from my ear and grabbed the phone from its cradle on the wall. “Lavender House.”
“Josephine?”
It was Arnold Weaver.
I felt my heart seize for a call from Mr. Weaver could mean anything, and part of that anything could be very bad, and I forced out, “Mr. Weaver. How are you?”
“Arnie, Josephine, I keep telling you, please call me Arnie.”
“Of course,” I murmured.
“Listen, I’ve called the kids and they’re all coming this weekend so Eliza will
I did not take this as good news.
I also understood what he was saying.
“All right,” I said softly. “I’ll let you and Eliza enjoy your children being home.”
“Thank you, Josephine. I’ll give you a call should…” He paused and it was a long one before he carried on. “I’ll call you later. It’s likely I won’t be going into the office for some time so I can free up your mornings.”
I understood that too.
“Of course. I’ll await your call. Please give Eliza my love.”
“I’ll do that. Enjoy your weekend, Josephine,” he told me and I could hear in his voice that even though his children were arriving, he would not be doing the same.
Still, I wished him, “You do the same, Arnie.”
“Take care, Josephine and”—another weighty pause—“thank you. Eliza looks forward to your visits. It’s just with the kids and grandkids…” he trailed off.
I rushed to assure him, “I understand. I’ll see you soon.”
“See you soon. ‘Bye, Josephine.”
“Take care, Arnie.”
He disconnected and I put the phone back in its cradle thinking I needed to talk to Jake.
Immediately.
I needed this because I knew Eliza was slipping away and doing it rapidly. I knew that Arnie had called his children to attend her because time was short and thus precious. I knew he was preparing. And I knew that I needed to prepare, and as mad as it sounded, I understood in a way that was absolute that the best way to do that was to hear Jake’s voice.
Alas, I could not beleaguer him with this information. I knew very little of what a boxer had to do to prepare for a fight but I didn’t think it would be good for him to have the knowledge a dying woman was closing in on her passing on his mind, even if he didn’t know her.
I heard Henry calling from my mobile and my head gave a slight jerk.
I’d completely forgotten he was on the line.
I put the phone to my ear. “Henry.”
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
I didn’t want to tell him about Eliza. I didn’t want his reassurances, his compassion, his thoughtfulness, his concern, all of which I knew he’d give to me.
I wanted Jake’s.