Camy Tang - Sushi for One?

“Pfffaugh. I can’t look, I’m going to puke…”

Venus gave an exasperated snort. “You don’t have to look at it. Close your eyes.”

“When I do, all I see is brown goo. Ugh…” Lex’s stomach shifted, as if uncertain whether to be nauseated or not.

She squeezed her eyes shut and sank deeper into the tub of mud. Actually, the heat felt amazingly good. Her old lower back injury -from the chair at work – had felt like a rock shoved at the base of her spine, but as she stretched out in the mud, the pressure slowly receded.

She heard the mud slurp as Venus shifted in her own tub. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

One thing about this sticky soak, it gave her mind license to wander into places she’d rather not go. Like why Trish had run away. The hurt at being left standing in the parking lot.

No, let’s not go there. Think happy thoughts. Her brain didn’t oblige, instead moving back to Mariko’s shower. The mud looked a little like -

“Relax.” Venus practically barked it at her.

“Your tone isn’t very relaxing.”

“Your face is all screwed up, so I know you’re worrying about something.”

She glanced over at Venus. “Did you hear Dad sold the house?”

“No, when?”

“Wednesday. But I have to move out in two and a half weeks.”

“Where to?”

“Uh… I’m looking.” Lex needed to get going and look harder for a place to stay. Maybe she could rent a room from a house instead of a whole apartment. “Did I tell you I got into Wassamattayu tryouts?”

“That’s great! When are they?”

“Next weekend. Problem is the high deposit fee.”

“They charge for tryouts?”

“They refund it if you don’t get picked. They want to be sure you can afford the league fees to play.”

Venus sank deeper in her mud. “I’ll pay for it for you.”

“No!”

Venus gave her a lazy sidelong glance. “It’s not a problem.”

She knew Venus had a high position at her game development company, a few levels down from the corporate stratosphere, but Lex wouldn’t be indebted to her. Not like that. “No, I have money saved.”

“I thought that was for a down payment on a condo. Isn’t that why you suffered through all those years living with your dad?”

“It’s not enough for a 5 percent down payment. It’s not enough for the girls’ playoffs this summer either.” Lex fidgeted, and the mud slapped against the sides of her porcelain tub. “That’s why I was thinking I’d use it for Wassamattayu.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to use it for playoffs and then try to raise only a little more?” Venus shot her a sharp look.

Wassamattayu was the pinnacle of her volleyball career, but posh gym-member Venus could never understand that. “Wassamattayu membership isn’t just for me. The club is filled with wealthy, sports-oriented yuppies. It’s the perfect place to look for a sponsor for the team. For any of them, the cost for the girls’ playoffs would be hardly a blip in their checking account, and they could get a tax write-off.”

“Assuming you can convince one of them. Kind of a gamble, isn’t it?”

Venus’s dry voice sent a fizzle up Lex’s spine. “They’re athletes. We speak the same language. They’d understand my dilemma and be happy to sponsor the team.”

“If you say so.”

Her skepticism decided it for Lex. “I think it’s a good idea. I think I’ll use the money for Wassamattayu.”

Aiden was beginning to think God liked playing practical jokes.

He drove all the way out here to south San Jose to run some hills, and whom did he see? The one person he’d be most embarrassed to talk to. Did she even remember her proposal of marriage?

Lex didn’t even live in this area. What was the deal?

She hadn’t seen him yet – she struggled up the hill, limping a bit.

It looked like her ankle was bothering her.

He should avoid her. She represented everything his alarm system warned against: friends with a pushy girl he’d had to reject pretty hard, related to same girl, fanatically Christian enough to go to church regularly versus just talking about it. Common sense should tell him to stay away.

Except she was also attractive enough to make him lose his good sense. And then there was the small fact that she happened to be on his volleyball team, stole his phone, proposed marriage, and then waylaid his marathon training course.

He picked up his feet to catch up to her.

She veered left down a side street and out of sight.

His stomach bottomed out and left a little hollow spot down there. He needed to continue on his training course or he’d never be in shape for the race. He lost a little of his kick as he climbed the hill.

The first hill stretched his lungs as he sprinted to the top. On the way down, he cut through an empty grocery store parking lot and turned right around the corner of a trash shed.

“Ooomph!”

He hit someone soft, light. He staggered. She went down.

Lex. He’d collided with Lex. No way. God, you have a strange sense of humor.

He could have sworn he heard laughter.

“Are you okay? Your ankle – ” He offered a hand to help her up.

She waved it away. “I’m fine.” She hoisted herself up and took a few steps. “See?”

“You’re limping.”

“Am not.” Her bottom lip shot out.

His eyebrow shot up a fraction before he got his face under control. “Okay. You’re not.”

She glared at him. “Are you making fun of me?”

“Not at all.”

“Hmph.” She looked back up the hill, and her face sagged.

“Are you training?”

“How did you know?”

“You told me you never run except for training.”

“Oh.” Her pale cheeks flushed rosy in the morning sun. “I’m, uh… sorry I was so rude that time.”

His neck relaxed. “It’s okay.” A simple apology and he caved. He was pathetic.

“So, are you training?” Lex asked him back.

“Yeah.” He glanced at the hill. “I have a marathon in a few weeks.”

“Oh. Well, I’ll let you get to it.” She turned into the parking lot and pulled her car key from her pocket.

“But I thought you were running.”

She grimaced. “I feel kind of lazy today. I’ve… had a lot of stuff happen. Besides the bridal shower.”

“No, don’t do that. Come on.” He started jogging up the hill. “Come on.”

She stared at him with a confused, annoyed look.

He gestured her to come. “Don’t be a pansy.”

He knew it would spur her. Yup, she broke into a run after him.

“I’m not a pansy.” Her eyes on him were fierce.

“Of course not.” He turned his blandest face at her.

She frowned.

He grinned.

Lex had rarely seen Aiden smile. He was usually so reserved, so controlled. Gosh, it made him look like Orlando Bloom. Her heart did a little jump-skip before settling back into a steady rhythm.

He ran a lot faster than she did. She shouldn’t be so surprised. She’d never jogged with a true runner before. She usually set the pace with her volleyball friends, but here she struggled to keep up.

“Come on, you can do it. Just a few more feet at this pace.”

“Rah – ” Pant, pant – “rah.”

“I’m a physical therapist and a trainer.”

“So you’re – ” Pant, pant – “a professional bully.”

He laughed. “I thought you wanted to be in shape.”

“In shape.” Pant, wheeze. “Not dead.”