Jennifer Probst - Searching for Someday

Jane smiled and pushed over the chips and dip, his weakness. The place was small but happily cluttered, with various books, papers, and magazines scattered among antique tables, a deep sectional, and a tiny breakfast nook that held French doors opening onto a patio. Spring tinged the air with a teasing freshness, and he pictured her outside planting a garden. She always had a green thumb but couldn’t really experiment with their place in the city. From the eclectic pottery and watercolors, he finally caught a sense of Jane’s true taste.

“Thanks, big brother. I told you I would be okay. Verily is the perfect fit for me. I’m even taking a pottery class on the weekend, and Brian is teaching a creative poetry workshop I plan on attending.”

Her work always drowned out most of her social activities, and she’d been afraid to push outside her social barriers. Now, she seemed relaxed in her well-fit jeans, Coach sneakers, and sequined black T-shirt. Her hair had been tamed and pulled back to accentuate the strong lines of her face, and her trendy new glasses brought out a confident edge she’d never exhibited before.

Slade grabbed a handful of chips. “So, tell me about this Brian.”

Her gaze narrowed, probably from past experience. “Don’t start.”

He laughed and threw his hands up. “I’m not, I promise. I really just want to know about him. I have no intentions of sticking my nose in your personal life anymore.”

Jane wrinkled her nose. “Why?”

“Because you seem happy and healthy.” His voice caught with emotion. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

Her face softened, and she snagged his hand to give it a quick squeeze. “Thank you for that. Brian is great. Kate said we were moving a bit fast, but she seemed to trust my judgment. We get along well, have similar interests, and decided to be monogamous.”

“Hmm, it’s only been two weeks, though, right?”

“Slade.”

“I know, sorry. Hard habit to break. Just listen to your gut. If you feel like he’s going too fast, slow it down. You’re in control.”

“Got it. Right now I’m going with the flow and enjoying every moment.”

Worry nagged at him. Kate was definitely keeping an eye on his sister, especially if she made that comment. Maybe he should talk to her briefly about Brian. Not to cause any trouble, but to make sure Kate realized the implications if this guy wasn’t being careful. How many times did men throw themselves into a relationship only to get spooked when they realized it was the real stuff? It was a weakness in his gender he knew quite well. Slade glanced at his watch. Maybe he’d drop by her house, check on Robert, and ask some innocent questions.

He spent the next hour catching up and snacking before he made his way out. Should he call first? What if she told him not to come by? Ever since that morning, it seemed they had an agreement to stay away from each other. Kennedy already had a date lined up for him this Friday night, and there was no real reason to contact Kate.

Still, he was in the area and he really was a bit concerned about Jane.

Slade maneuvered his way through the town. Crowds spilled over the sidewalks, walking dogs, lingering with coffee at outside cafés. The river flowed, the frost and ice finally broken up, and the bridge gleamed in the partially cloudy sky. Funny, he was actually growing to enjoy the little town. A bit eclectic, with artists sporting purple hair, piercings, and tattoos galore, but at the same time there was a level of acceptance and positive energy flowing through the crooked streets. He passed a sign advertising hot yoga and winced.

Her Fusion was parked in the driveway when he pulled up. He fought the urge to swipe his palms down his pants and wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Nothing to be nervous about, just a quick stopover to chat about his sister.

He rang the bell and waited.

When she opened the door, he knew why he’d been wary.

She took his breath away.

Hair caught up in a ponytail, face bare of makeup, she wore black yoga pants, Reebok sneakers, and a baggy yellow T-shirt. Her blue eyes widened when she caught sight of him. Her presence jacked his body to life, and he tamped down the urge to step through the door, haul her into his arms, and kiss her senseless. She was so frickin’ beautiful and real.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came from visiting Jane. Wanted to check on Robert.”

Of course, it was almost two weeks that had passed, and he knew the infection was completely cleared up. Her brow hiked as if she suspected his lame excuse, but she opened the door anyway. “Come on in. Robert, Slade’s here!”

The scurry of paws echoed through the air. The dog raced over to him and crashed into his open arms. Slade laughed, petting him, then leaned over to press his forehead to his. “Hey, buddy. I missed you. Feeling good?”

He barked once.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Do you still have Bunny?”

Robert turned, vanished into the living room, and charged back with the tattered, sopping-wet bunny in his mouth. A fierce pleasure pounded through Slade, knowing the dog still loved the gift.

Kate shook her head and grinned. “It’s his favorite thing in the world. I insisted on washing it the other day, and he waited in front of the dryer for half an hour.”

His throat tightened. “I’m glad.” He straightened up and hungrily took her in. Her cheeks were flushed, but he figured she’d been exercising. Thinking it was over him would hurt too much. “Am I interrupting?”

She shifted her feet. “I was going to take Robert to the dog park. Let him run a bit.”

“Oh.” He stared at her like a teenage chump. “Maybe I can come with you? I want to talk to you about something.”

Kate hesitated and pulled her lower lip between her teeth. His gaze focused on those lush, pale pink lips and he wished to hell she was sucking on something else. “I guess so.”

Her reluctance made him grin. Always trying to get rid of him, even from the first. “Great. Let’s go.”

He reached for the cart, called for Robert, and deftly hooked up the straps. She grabbed two water bottles, a NY Mets ball cap, and headed out the door. Their long strides ate up the pavement as they walked into town, and the wheels of Robert’s cart steadily whirled. “Baseball fan?” He pointed to the cap perched on her head. Damn, she looked adorable with her ponytail bouncing.

Kate laughed. “Nah, Gen’s sister Alexa is a huge Mets fan. She gives out gear for birthdays and Christmas.”

“Hope her husband isn’t a Yankees fan.”

“Uh, yeah, better not go there. How about you? Sports guy?”

“No time. But I watch the Olympics.”

“Hard-core.”

The dog park was half filled with a variety of breeds. Kate opened the gate, which housed a large lawn, various toys, and huge water bowls. Exchanging greetings with the other owners, they leaned against the gate and watched Robert take off in his cart, whizzing round and round with his ears pinned back and his tongue lolling in ecstasy. Slade relaxed, chuckling at the simple pleasures of taking a walk on a beautiful early spring afternoon. Usually he was at the office catching up on work, at the gym, or trying to do something halfway productive.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Oh. Right. Back to the real goal of his visit. “Jane. I just came from her house.”

Kate let out a sigh. “You know I can’t discuss her situation, right?”

“No, this is different. She told me she’s dating this guy Brian, a poetry teacher, and things are getting a bit intense. Said you advised she was going too fast. What did you mean by that comment?”

She watched Robert run and seemed to mull over her answer. “I can’t give you much without breaking confidentiality. I always counsel my clients on diving in too fast, just in case. I always advocate slow and steady because it seems to work better for the percentages of successful relationships.”