Chapter Fourteen
Lucy let herself out into the bright morning sunlight. Her eyes watered slightly against the bounce of light off the snow and she dug in her purse for her sunglasses. She took a deep pull on the fresh morning air.
“Hey, Lucy, wait up.”
Just about forever if you wanted me to. The thought popped into her head, surprising her as she turned and watched Richard leap and slide his way through snow and ice toward her.
“Luce?”
“Yes, Richie Rich?”
“You know you’re my one, right?”
“Your one?”
“My one and only.”
“Wow, that’s pretty major.”
“Isn’t it, though?”
“You might have to keep reminding me that I’m your one.”
“Can do, Luce.”
“Are you listening?” Richard frowned down at her. He seemed tense, not like he’d been the last time she’d seen him. Lucy wondered if Ashley had been paying more visits than the one to her.
“I’m sorry.” Lucy tucked away the past with a light laugh. “I guess I’m not.”
“Are you going somewhere?”
“I’m off to fetch the milk.” Lucy tucked her hands into her coat. “It’s about the only thing my mother will let me do for her.”
Richard looked over her shoulder at the house. “I’ll walk with you.” He jerked his head in the direction of the house. “You know, Lynne still hasn’t called me. I have been getting some information together for her.”
“I know.” Lucy sighed softly. It didn’t surprise her at all. “I’m not sure she’s ready.” They trudged on in silence. “You may have been right,” she said. “Maybe I did push her into this.”
Richard stopped dead.
Lucy walked on a few steps before she realized that he was no longer with her. “What?”
A look of utter bemusement crossed his face. “Did Lucy Flint admit she might be wrong about something?”
“Don’t be a dick, Richard.” She laughed and turned to walk on a bit farther.
He caught up with her and matched his longer strides to hers. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” Richard broke the silence. “Ashley came to see me the other day.”
There you have it, then. Lucy’s chest constricted. She wondered if that had been before or after Ashley had delivered her little ultimatum.
“Oh?” She kept all expression off her face.
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging his broad shoulders. “We talked, it was good.”
“Hmm.” Lucy so did not want to be talking about Ashley, but Ashley was still Richard’s wife. “Ashley is well?” Lucy stole a glance at Richard.
He stared straight ahead like a man with something on his mind. “She’s great, better than ever.”
He didn’t look all that happy about it and Lucy stayed quiet.
“We must have sat up until three in the morning, talking and catching up,” he said.
Lucy slid a bit on the ice and Richard caught her. Even through all the layers of winter padding, she was aware of his hand on her elbow.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, and his face grew taut.
Lucy’s gut clenched; this was drifting straight into that place angels fear to tread. “Really?” She tugged her elbow out of his light clasp and quickened her pace. “Richard, I have to say, I really am not comfortable talking about this.”
“Ah.” The silence stretched out uncomfortably between them. The air loaded to capacity and Lucy had a sick feeling he was only getting started. “I don’t see how we can avoid it, Lucy.”
She almost laughed out loud at that one. “Very easily,” she replied. “I help with my dad, go back to Seattle, and we never have to talk about any of this again.” And that should have been the end of it, but this was Richard Hunter she was dealing with: persistent, determined, and stubborn to his core. He was going somewhere with this and nobody was going to get in his way.
“Come on, Lucy.” He pulled her to a stop. “I need to ask you to do something for me. It’s to do with that task you were talking about the other day.”
“What?” The nasty feeling took up residence in the pit of her stomach.
“I want you to talk to Ashley.” The impact of what he’d said took a moment to catch up with her. The breath rushed out of her lungs in a large plume of vapor.
“What did you say?” She couldn’t have heard that right.
“I want you to talk to Ashley.”
A laugh of disbelief burst out of her. “That’s so not a good idea, Richard.” She shook her head at him. “I am the last person on the planet Ashley wants to talk to, especially about you.”
His gaze stayed locked on her. He was serious and he wasn’t shifting from his position.
The bubble of incredulity expanded in her chest. “You can’t be serious about this, Richard. It’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
His eyes narrowed at her in irritation and he hastily closed the distance between them. “No, it’s not,” he insisted, his eyes blazed blue flame. “One of the things she said last night got me thinking. Ashley has this theory that she and I settled when we got married. Now, she wants more out of life and she is telling me I want more too.” He gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. “She thinks I should find what I had with you. Actually, she thinks I have never felt about anyone the way I felt about you.”
“Richard, I really have nothing—”
“Fuck.” He dropped his head forward and Lucy caught the woodsy scent of his shampoo. “Of course, I don’t feel like that anymore. We were kids, it was a kids’ kind of love.”
Lucy bit down hard on her back teeth. She barely stopped the flinch in time.
“We were crazy and wild about each other, but that’s not how mature and rational people fall in love.” He was not being deliberately cruel, but it took pieces out of her bit by bit anyway. “I mean”—his tone gentled slightly—“I don’t think it’s in me to lose myself in another person like that again and, frankly, who the hell wants to? I am sure you agree?”
No, Lucy wanted to yell. She had spent most of her adult life searching for the same kind of love. She wanted it with every part of her. She could say none of that to him, so she walked on a few steps.
“You are the best person to do this.” He followed her again. “You are the only one who can tell her there is no more ‘us.’” He caught her by the elbow. “I need you to tell her we are well and truly finished, because it is bullshit. I am not still hung up on you, Lucy. I am not.”
“You tell her.” Lucy yanked away from him. It shouldn’t hurt so much to hear spoken what she already knew.
“I have told her,” he insisted. “She uses you as the main reason she won’t come back to me.” He pursued her and there was no mistaking the anger in his voice or the sharp tension etched along his jawline. “I can’t lose my marriage, Lucy. I refuse to. I got married for better or for worse and I am going to stay that way.”
“Ashley hates me.” Her voice was strangely dead. “I’m sorry, Richard, but I can’t do it.”
“You mean you won’t do it.” He grabbed his cap from his head and bunched it into his gloved fist. “But you could make her see reason. You could do that for me.”
Words failed her and she shook her head in denial.
His hands fastened on her upper arms and Lucy looked up reflexively. His eyes raged at her, full of the frustration of a man who was watching his carefully constructed world crumble at his feet. “You could make her listen to you.”
Lucy shook her head mutely, but his grip tightened as if he could somehow force her to see his point of view. “If you told her there will never be anything between us again, then she would listen and maybe we could get back together again.” And then he went for the kill. “You owe me this much, Lucy.”
He spoke it softly enough, but it roared through her like a storm. Lucy felt everything in her still. Her heart stopped beating and her lungs caught halfway through her gasp of shock. Breath in, breath out, Lucy—breathe in, breathe out.
“I need you to do this.”
He was drowning, she could see it, and he was reaching out to her. Using any weapon at his disposal, rightly or wrongly, fairly or unfairly, he was going to do this.
“I can’t,” she whispered, the misery rising up to choke her. She walked away quickly.
“So, this is how much you’ve changed?” he called after her. Lucy didn’t turn. She did not want him to see how deeply his words cut. “You come back here with all sorts of good stories and words. Yet I ask you to do this one thing for me and you say no.”
She wanted to turn and tell him all about Ashley’s visit, but she couldn’t do that. Richard wanted his marriage back and she was not going to cause any more conflict between them. It was not what she was here to do.
“Wow.” Mads went momentarily speechless. Lucy knew it wouldn’t last long. No matter how much she wished it to. “That is seriously fucked up, Lucy.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” She flopped back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. The faded marks where Day-Glo stars had once littered the ceiling stared back at her.
“What was he thinking?” Mads sighed.
“He’s desperate,” Lucy replied. If she turned her head she could catch a glimpse of Richard’s bedroom window. “You know, Mads, I thought I was going to come here and look at Richard and be able to say good-bye. I expected to look at him and see the shadow of the boy I was in love with and be able to walk away, happy it was all settled and the chapter was closed.”
“You were that naïve?”
“So you anticipated this?” Lucy couldn’t keep the acid out of her tone. “Some kind of warning would have been nice.”
“Come on, Lucy.” Mads wouldn’t let her have a good wallow. “Get real and give yourself a break. You’ve been in love with this man since you were eighteen. There would be something seriously wrong with you if you got to Willow Park and all of a sudden it’s some kind of faded memory. Of course you were going to feel stuff.”
Lucy nodded her head in agreement, as if Mads were in the room with her. A shadow flitted in the dim recesses of the room across from hers. Richard was home. She turned her head away. No more looking out of windows and aching. “Mads, what if it’s not just stuff? What if it’s not some sort of nostalgia?”
“What are you saying, Lucy Locket?”
“I don’t know what I’m saying.” Lucy dragged in a deep breath. “This place screws with my head.”
“When are you coming home?” Mads asked, concern etched into her voice. “I think it’s time to get you out of there. You about done?”
“Nope.” She sighed again. “I have to try and sort out something with my mother and then I can come home.”
“How’s that going?”
“Shit. She keeps dodging the subject.”
Mads heaved another large sigh. “That is also fucked up. Are you sure she wants things to change?”
“Not you, too.” Lucy stared at the unresponsive ceiling. “Richard said the same thing.”
“Well?”
“No, I’m not sure, but how can anyone be happy living with this bastard?”
“I think you wouldn’t be happy living with that bastard.”
“Too true.” Lucy simmered down a bit. “I don’t see how she can continue to live like this and if she wants out, I have to try and help her.”
“Get it done and come back, Lucy, as soon as you can. I’m worried about you in that situation.”
Lucy was worried about herself too, so it wasn’t too hard to agree.