Room...but Not Bored!. Dawn Atkins
He sounded relieved. Too relieved. She would stay on his case until he was out. Fully out. Surfboards and all.
“Thanks for the food,” she said, picking up her scraped-clean plate and his. She’d do the dishes as a thank you.
“I’ll clean up when I get back from volleyball,” Jake said. “Why don’t you come with? I’m heading out in a couple hours.”
“No thanks.” Playing was the last thing on her mind. “How about if you clear your things out of my room, while I do the dishes?”
Before he could respond, there was a thump at the door. Jake went to answer it. Lucky bounded in with did ya miss me? all over his doggie face.
“So you smelled the omelet, huh, pal?” he said to the big dog. “She ate your share.” He stuck a thumb at Ariel, but Lucky didn’t take his eyes from Jake. “Okay, okay. I’ll scramble you something.”
“I thought table scraps were bad for dogs.”
“But eggs make his coat shiny,” Jake said, ruffling Lucky’s fur. “He likes my cooking, don’t you, Bucko?”
Ariel did the few dishes while Jake cooked eggs for Lucky. When he’d finished, he slipped the pan into her soapy water.
“So you’ll empty the room now?” she reminded him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a fake salute. “Let’s roll, Luck Man. We have our orders.”
Lucky swiped his buttery mug with a long pink tongue, then galloped eagerly after Jake. Ariel’s gaze snagged on Jake’s terrific butt, the muscles flexing and releasing with grace and power. With a jolt she realized she was letting soapy water drip onto her feet. Stay on task, she told herself. At least she’d gotten Jake to move out of her room. Next would be the cottage.
But when she peeked into her bedroom ten minutes later, the only change was a pile of vintage Hawaiian shirts on the bed—tossed there from the open closet, which still held a variety of footwear like hiking boots, cycling and athletic shoes and Velcro-strapped sandals, as well as another surfboard.
Jake stood at the bureau flipping through a magazine while he did one-handed wrist curls with a substantial hand weight, Lucky at his feet, looking up at him. What’s next, boss?
“How’s the moving going?” she asked. “Can I help?”
“Fine.” He smiled at her, his biceps swelling with a slow curl, his triceps rippling with its release.
Her objection died on her tongue at the sight of all that power on casual display. She averted her gaze and noticed a photo on the bureau. Four people were pictured—a stern man in a uniform, a pretty woman with a pageboy cut, a young girl and a teen boy—Jake with shoulder-length hair, dark baggy clothes and a sullen expression that was the opposite of the carefree, wiseass look she’d seen so far.
“So, this is your family?” she asked.
Jake stopped lifting weights and looked over her shoulder. “Yep. Ten years ago or so. I was nineteen, I think.”
“You don’t look too happy.”
“I wasn’t.” He studied the photo. “My father and I fought—he was career Navy and I was as far from shipshape as I could get myself.”
“That must have been rough.”
“Everybody rebels,” he said, but she could tell there was more he wasn’t saying.
“So you moved a lot? Being in the military?”
“Some.”
Standing close to him, she was aware of how broad and sturdy he was and caught the warm coconut smell of his skin. “That must have been hard—leaving friends and school and all….”
“You make new friends. I learned to pack light in life.”
She thought about how much junk he’d filled the cottage with and wondered what he meant.
“I think it was harder on my sister than me.”
“Is this her?” Ariel tapped the girl in the photo.
“Yep. That’s Penny.”
“She’s pretty. Your mother, too.”
“Penny’s a great kid. If I can keep my parents from squashing her spirit.”
“Really?”
“I think they’re afraid she’ll turn out like me.”
“And that’s bad?”
“To my folks, yeah. My dad lives to lay down the law. I did okay in school, but not up to muster in his mind. And not only was I not interested in a Navy career, I made it a point to debate military spending at the dinner table.”
“Ouch,” she said.
“I figured I must have been adopted.” He grinned at her, but she saw regret in his eyes. And sadness.
“She looks happy here,” Ariel said, picking up another photo of Penny—this one a prom shot with a date.
“Yeah. But she works hard to keep the peace with the folks—and keep me from worrying about her.” He studied the photo.
It was sweet that Jake was so concerned about his sister. She noticed a more recent shot of Penny with Jake. His blue eyes gleamed with pleasure and his smile was so wide he had a dimple—as if his face couldn’t hold his happiness without crinkling.
“So now you know about my family,” Jake said, drawing her gaze away from the picture. He folded his arms and tilted his head in her direction. “Tell me about yours.”
“Not much to tell. My mother lives in Pasadena.”
“Brothers and sisters?”
“Nope. It’s always been just me and my mom. My dad died when I was three.”
“I’m sorry.” Jake stood uncomfortably close and studied her face.
She took a step back and bumped into the bureau. “It’s all right. I don’t remember him. Mom and I were a good team. Us against the world, you know?” She smiled.
“You two still close?”
“Not as much as I’d like. We’re both busy. We talk on the phone.” She felt a little guilty about that, but with the new business, she’d been obsessed. Troubled by the thought, she focused in on the task at hand. “I’d better let you get back to moving out,” she said. “How about if I empty the closet for you?”
“You always in a hurry?” he said.
“That’s how I get things done.”
“I get the feeling if I don’t look out, you’ll just mow me down.”
“Doesn’t seem likely.” She knew from crashing into him earlier that she’d just bounce off his powerful frame. The thought gave her a shiver. She tried not to picture herself falling into him anywhere near a bed.
Jake shook his head as though he thought she was crazy, but he did sweep up the shirts from the bed, gather an armful of shoes from the closet and carry the whole mess through the broken wall to the guest room.
Ariel began to hang her dresses, suits and coats in the partially emptied closet, using the metal hangers there. Tomorrow, she’d get her wooden hangers out of storage, along with everything she needed to make the place feel like home. She’d returned to her suitcase and gathered an armload of lingerie when Jake returned.
“What you got there?” he teased.
She clutched her undies to her chest, painfully aware of how many were granny panties.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He opened a bureau drawer and lifted out an armload of socks and underwear—boxers, she noticed—in