Megan Hart - Tempted

It hadn’t seemed to hurt him at all. I didn’t comment on that, either.

“Anyway, he went to Ohio State to visit James and something happened, and they had a big fight. James came home for a week. A week! And then he went back to school and we never found out what had happened.”

I couldn’t stop the smug smile wanting to creep over my mouth, so I hid it by loading some containers into the refrigerator. That was even worse than the eyeliner. That James had dared not to share every intimate detail of his life with them. That he had something they didn’t know.

A secret.

Of course, he had it from me, too.

I went to bed before the men did, and James woke me when he slid in beside me. He gave me a nudge or two, but I feigned sleep and soon his snoring buzzed over me. I’d been sleeping more peacefully before he came to bed, but now I lay awake listening to the noises all houses make in the night. The same creaks and groans, the ticking of an extra-loud clock. But tonight, something unfamiliar. The shuffle of feet in the hall, the flush of a toilet and thud of a door closing. Then the sound of sleeping again, the air heavy with it, and I let James pull me closer, until I fell back to sleep in his arms.

He was up and gone in the morning before I woke. I lay in bed for a while, stretching and thinking, until the need for the bathroom forced me up and about. Alex was out on the deck already, a mug of coffee in one hand. His eyes swept the lake and back as a morning breeze ruffled the fringes of hair falling too long over his forehead. I painted an image of mid-80s high fashion on him with my mind, and it made me smile.

“Good morning. I thought you might still be asleep.” I joined him as I sipped my own coffee. It was good. Better than I made it.

I was getting used to his languid looks. I was getting used to him. His mouth tilted.

“I’m all messed up from traveling. Time zones, jet lag. Besides, early bird and all that.”

He gave me a grin so easy I had no choice but to return it. Side by side we leaned on the railing and looked out over the water. I didn’t feel like he expected me to say anything, and he didn’t, either. It was nice.

When he’d finished his coffee, he lifted the empty mug. “So. It’s just you and me today.”

I nodded. I wasn’t as worried about it as I’d have been the day before. Funny how being warned away from him made me feel that much more comfortable. “Yep.”

He looked back out over the water. “Do you guys still have the Skeeter?”

The Skeeter was the little sailboat belonging to James’s grandparents. “Sure.”

“Want to take her out? We could sail across to the marina, hit the park, grab some lunch at Bay Harbor—be tourists for a day. My treat. What do you say? I haven’t been on a roller coaster in about a hundred years.”

“I don’t know how to sail.”

“Anne.” The look dipped down, one brow raised, his smile half a leer. “I do.”

“I don’t really like sailing ….” His look, that seductive, pleading, half-pouting look, stopped me.

“You don’t like sailing?” He looked over the water again. “You live on a lake, and you don’t like sailing.”

It did sound dumb. “No.”

“You get seasick?”

“No.”

“You can’t swim?”

“I can swim.”

We studied each other. I think he was waiting for me to tell him what I really wanted to say, but there wasn’t anything I wanted to share. After a minute, he smiled again.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”

“You’re an expert sailor?”

He laughed. “They don’t call me Captain Alex for nothing.”

That made me laugh. “Who calls you Captain Alex?”

“The mermaids,” he said.

I snorted. “Uh-huh.”

“Anne,” Alex said seriously. “We’ll be fine.”

I hesitated again and looked at the water, then the sky. It was a beautiful day, the only clouds white and fluffy sky-sheep. Storms could flare up fast, but it was only a twenty-minute sail across the lake to the Cedar Point Marina.

“Sure, okay.”

“Perfect,” Alex said.

We docked at the marina. Alex had, indeed, proven himself a capable sailor. I hadn’t been to the Point since last year. As always with each season, fresh paint and rides made even the familiar new again.

We were lucky. The crowds were thin that day, mostly busloads of kids on school trips who arrived early, but hung in herds leaving vast areas uncrowded.

“I had some good times here,” Alex said as we picked a direction and meandered down one of the tree-covered paths toward the back of the park. “This was my first real job. First real money. This was the first place I realized I could actually get out of Sandusky for good.”

“Was it?” We stepped aside to let a fast-moving swarm of kids pass us. “Why?”

“Because I knew there were other places to work than here or the automotive parts factory,” he said. “The Point hires a lot of college kids. Hearing them talk about where they were going and what they were going to do made college seem like something I could really do.”

I already knew he hadn’t gone.

He looked at me. “I didn’t go, though.”

“And now you’re back here.” I wasn’t trying to be a smart-ass, just pointing out something interesting. A circle.

He laughed. “Yeah. But I still know there’s more to the world than this place. Sometimes it’s good to remember there’s home, though, too.”

“You still think of here as home?” We were heading toward what once had been the tallest, fastest and steepest roller coaster in the park, The Magnum XL-200. It was still an impressive structure. I liked to ride in the front.

“Someplace has to be, right?”

The queue wasn’t as long as it sometimes got in the height of summer, when wait times could be hours long. Still, we did have to wait, and the line moved along slowly enough to give us ample time for conversation.

“I got the feeling you weren’t a big fan, that’s all.” Without discussing it, we both moved toward the row of cattle chutes that would lead us to the front seat of the coaster.

“I have some good memories.” He shrugged. “Who said home’s the place where you go and they have to take you in?”

“Robert Frost?”

He laughed. “I guess that’s why Sandusky is still home. I came back and someone took me in.”

Someone had, but not his family.

The attendant waved us into the front car, where we sat knee against knee and buckled ourselves in tight. The Magnum might not be the fastest or the tallest anymore, and it might not have any loops, but it’s an impressive coaster just the same. Two hundred and five feet high with a one hundred-and-ninety-five-foot drop, it’s the most thrilling two minutes you’ll ever spend.

The ride to the top of the first hill takes forever, but once there, the view of the park is amazing. The breeze ruffled Alex’s hair, and the sun was bright enough to make me squint; I’d taken off my sunglasses in preparation for the plunge. We looked at each other, and when I saw the grin on his face I felt one on my own.

“Hands up,” he said.

We raised our hands.

Poised at the top of a roller coaster, I always have time to think, “why am I doing this?” I love them, the twists and drops, the stomach-sinking feeling and adrenaline rush. But at the top, with the world spread out below me, I always pause to wonder why I’m subjecting myself to the fear.

We seemed to hang over the edge for a long time before finally beginning the downward swoop. I was already bracing myself, already opening my mouth to scream.

Alex grabbed my hand.

We fell.