Janet Evanovich - The Grand Finale

“I remember him. He’s real cute,” Mrs. Fitz said.

Berry glanced at the clock and drained her coffee cup. “I’d like to stay and hear more about Nicky Petrowski’s talents, but I’ve got to take an economics exam this morning.”

“I’ll drop you off at school,” Jake said, taking a set of keys from the kitchen counter.

The drive to the college was quiet. Berry stared at her naked ring finger and wondered if she was still engaged. She was afraid to ask. What if he said no? She tilted her chin up a fraction of an inch. Then she’d make the best of it. Obviously, he enjoyed sleeping with her. If that was to be the extent of their relationship, she’d just have to go day by day and try to put limitations on her feelings.

Lord, how did you do that when you were coconuts over someone? Maybe in time, she decided. Maybe after a while his feelings would turn back to marriage. She clasped her hands together. It was going to hurt to have to wait. She wanted to be a permanent part of him now. There were things she had to share with him… silly jokes, comfortable silences, promotions, rejections, income tax audits, childbirth. Especially childbirth. She pressed her lips together and stole a brief glance at Jake. Ironic that she finally understood his impatience, just when he seemed to have adopted her reluctance.

Jake pulled to the curb and let the engine idle. A muscle worked in his jaw while he stared at the steering wheel.

Berry’s stomach turned. This is it, she thought, barely able to breathe. He’s going to dump me. This is the kiss-off. Good-bye, Berry, it’s been fun.

“Berry, there’s something I have to tell you.”

She was going to be sick. Or she was going to cry. Maybe she’d do both. Shape up, Berry, she ordered. You can’t throw up in this car. It’s a rental.

“You’re as white as a sheet! Is it your stomach?” Jake asked hopefully, putting his hand to her forehead.

He sounded happy. Probably he’d go into ecstasy if she had dysentery. “It’s my exam. I’m worried about my exam.”

“Maybe we should talk later.”

“Yeah, later would be better.”

Berry skipped down the classroom building steps in a state of giddy relief. It was over, and she knew she’d passed both her exams with flying colors. If she took courses this summer, she’d be a senior in the fall.

A long arm reached out and snagged her by the elbow. “Whoa, where’s the rush?”

Berry looked around and realized it was Jake.

“I’m done,” Berry said. “I passed. I know this sounds silly, but I felt like I needed to run.”

The somber mood was instantly replaced with a smile that only partially reached his eyes. “That’s great. I’m happy for you.”

Berry clutched her books to her chest. “I suppose we have to talk now.”

“I suppose we do.” He plunged his hands into his pockets and studied his shoes. “I have some good news, and some bad news.” He looked around. “Would you mind if we went back to the house where it’s more private?”

She nodded and followed him to the car. It didn’t take a genius to see his mood wasn’t good. Well, phooey, so what if he gives me the old heave-ho. There are lots more where he came from. She shook her head. Berry, Berry, Berry. Who are you trying to kid? Like Mrs. Fitz said, after you’ve eaten breakfast with Jake Sawyer, you’re ruined.

“Where’s the station wagon?” Berry asked, shading her eyes from the sun, looking for the car.

“That’s part of the good news. I bought a new car. What do you think?”

“This is your new car? This flashy red number? Wow, what is it?”

“It’s a Ferrari.”

Holy cow, a Ferrari… It looked like it should come equipped with James Bond. Berry slid into the passenger seat. Major depression. This was not a family car. He probably bought the darn thing with the money he got back from the ring. “Okay, let’s go. Let’s get to the house so I can hear the bad news. Boy, I can’t wait. I love bad news.”

Jake crept out into the afternoon traffic. “It’s not such bad news. Good news and bad news is a figure of speech. Actually, the bad news is sort of boring. It’s not worth getting upset over. Maybe it’s the car that’s upsetting you. Do you hate the car?”

“Are you kidding? How could anyone hate this car? This car is nifty.”

Of course I hate the car, you insensitive bachelor, she thought. Why couldn’t you buy a four-door sedan? You could put a pregnant wife and kids in a four-door sedan. Or better yet, station wagon. Then the dogs would fit. She folded her arms across her chest and slunk down in her seat. Tomorrow she would cry her eyes out and smash pizza dough until she was exhausted. It’s not so bad, she told herself. You’ve been through this before. You know how to repair a broken heart and damaged ego.

Jake parked in the driveway and fiddled with his keys. He looked at the house and sighed. “The bad news is… the house still smells.”

“That’s the bad news?” Berry didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or burst out laughing. Get a grip, she told herself. You’re getting hysterical.

“I know you’re really ticked off about this smell business. It’s just that I was in such a panic. I was so crazy in love with you that I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I couldn’t live without you. You made this big, empty house into a home. The minute you stepped through the door I could smell pudding cooking on the stove and hear kids running up and down the stairs. That was when I made up my plan. All I could think about, day and night, was having you by my side and buying a dog. I know it was dumb of me to rush out and buy Jane, but it symbolized commitment to me. I guess it was a way of reassuring myself that everything would work out and that you would be a permanent part of my life.” He thumped the steering wheel. “Man, I really screwed this up. I just thought, maybe if you had longer to get to know me you could learn to like me. Honey, I love you more than life itself. I know it makes you sick to your stomach to wear my ring, but I’m willing to wait. We could live together for a while. No pressure until you’re ready. I promise I won’t mention the ring again. We don’t even have to have kids right away. We could get another dog.” He saw the look of horror on her face and held up his hands. “Okay, no more dogs.”

“Is this why you kept asking me about my stomach?”

“As soon as you got the ring off your finger, your stomach felt fine. Boy, talk about depressing.”

Berry gave her head a small shake. “We’ve got to work on communication. My stomach felt fine because I realized I loved you and we were a really good team.”

“I didn’t know,” Jake said. “You didn’t tell me.”

“I guess I have a lot of explaining to do,” Berry said, “but first, I think I’m going to make love with you in this flashy car.”

“It’s not very big.”

“It will be when I’m done with it.”

Jake’s eyes crinkled into laugh lines. “I meant the car.”

“Of course. I knew that. Are you going to argue with me about this, or what?”

“I think I’m going to or what.”

Half an hour later they rolled out of the car onto the grass and lay there sweating and laughing.

“Well, we did it,” Berry gasped, straightening her shirt.

“My back will never be the same. I think I’m too old for this car stuff.” He looked over at her. “Tonight I’m going to do it right-soft music, candles, nice sheets.”

“Sounds wonderful, but we have wall-to-wall ladies in my apartment.”

“I never told you the rest of the good news. I’ve sold partial rights to a computer game I originally designed for my nephew. And next month United Foods will begin introducing an entire line of Jake’s Junk. We’re moderately rich. We can sleep wherever we want tonight. Juneau, Japan, the Grand Canyon.” His eyes held hers in a silent affirmation of love. “I want to make things nice for you. If you want to finish school and be a pizza tycoon, that’s fine. But I want to pamper you a little, too.”