Will glared at him. “You see sunrises like this every damn day here.”
“I do,” Jake said, looking at him with equal disgust “You don’t. You’re too busy being Mr. Hotel. If I’d known you were going to take this resort stuff so seriously, I would never have given you that money. Hell, you’re going to have a heart attack any day now. Then I’ll have to run this place.”
“Well, somebody around here has to be an adult,” Will said.
“And if you do croak on me, the first thing I’m going to do is blow up the golf courses.”
“That’ll piss Dad off.”
“I think it’s the clothes they wear that bother me the most,” Jake began.
“We need to talk about this,” Will said.
“No, we don’t.”
“Damn it, Jake…”
“Okay, okay. Get to the point. I’m missing a sunrise here.”
Will shifted uneasily in his chair. “Look,” he said finally. “You’ve always been my…well…?”
“Hero?” Jake suggested. “Idol?”
“Let’s just stick with role model,” Will said. “I spent my formative years trying to be just like you. It got to be a habit after a while.” He looked over at his brother. “You were always the best. At everything.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Jake said, irritated. “You just thought that because you were my younger brother.”
“Jake, you haven’t done anything for five years,” Will said. “Nothing. Not since you moved back here to help me.” Jake started to speak and Will cut him off. “I know, you run the outdoor staff. But hell, you could do that without getting out of bed. In fact, that’s practically the way you do run it.”
“Hey,” Jake said.
“Listen, I need you here. You are a great help, and I will hate to see you go, but you’ve got to go back to the city.”
“No,” Jake said.
“You’re not doing anything with your life,” Will started, but this time Jake broke in.
“And that’s the way I like it,” Jake said. “Don’t get the idea I’m sacrificing myself for you and this place. I’m not. I like it here. I’m staying.”
Will tried another tack. “You ever think about getting married again?”
“No,” Jake said. “Why are we talking about this?”
“Because if you were going to find anybody to marry in Toby’s Corners, you would have married her by now,” Will said. “This is another good reason to go back to the city.”
“I’m not going back to the city,” Jake said. “Now, will you please tell me what’s going on?”
“Oh, hell.” Will slumped down in his chair and rubbed his hand across his forehead.
“Just spit it out,” Jake said, kindly. “You’ll feel a lot better.”
“Mom’s worried about you,” Will said. “And Valerie thinks I’m taking advantage of you.” He turned to face Jake. “You’ve really saved my life on this place. There are times when I look at the hell breaking loose inside the hotel and think, ‘Thank God, Jake’s got the outside under control.’ I mean it. You make a big difference.”
“I know,” Jake said. “That’s another reason I’m not leaving. But the main reason is because I don’t want to.” Jake sipped his coffee. “So Valerie’s concerned for my welfare, huh?”
Will shot him a glance. “Yeah. I thought that was a little strange myself.”
“I wondered when she was gonna make her move,” Jake said.
Will raised his eyebrows. “Want to cut me in on this?”
“Valerie likes to think the hotel is a partnership deal.”
“It is,” Will said, confused. “You and me.”
“No,” Jake said. “You and her. I’m in the way.”
“The way of what?” Will looked exasperated.
“The way of the two of you becoming the Leona and Harry Helmsley of the Midwest.”
“God forbid,” Will said. “You know, that woman is becoming a problem.”
“Becoming?” Jake said. “I know she’s sharing your apartment, which probably clouds your judgment. I know she’s a great social director which, since you live and breathe this hotel, probably clouds your judgment even more, but she’s also been a major pain in the butt ever since she got here.”
“Yeah, well, I think that problem’s about to be solved,” Will said. “In the meantime, there’s Mom. She’s worried about you. And me,” he added when Jake started to speak. “But mostly you. Because of your advanced age.”
“Oh, hell,” Jake said. “What’s she want?”
“She wants us to get married. She wants grandkids.”
Jake shrugged. “So, you give her some.”
“I’m not married,” Will said firmly. “And I’m not going to be.”
Jake raised his eyebrows. “Valerie may have a different idea.”
Will shook his head. “Valerie has plans for her future that do not include me, thank God.” He sipped some coffee and thought before he went on. “One of those big chains has been scouting her. They’re going to be offering her big bucks any day now to be social director of the East Coast or something, and she will be gone.”
Jake looked at his brother curiously. “And you’re not concerned about this?”
“I’m relieved. Valerie really is a terrific woman, and I appreciate everything she’s done for the resort, but she’s getting on my nerves. You know, I’m not even sure how we ended up living together.”
“I am,” Jake said, turning back to the lake. “Sex. It’s a powerful force, my boy, and women use it.”
“Is that why you gave them up?” Will asked, sympathetically. “Did paranoia drive you to celibacy?”
“It’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you,” Jake said. “And frankly, I think Valerie’s got you. And I’ll bet Valerie thinks so, too.”
“Nobody’s got me,” Will said. “I’m married to my job.”
Jake looked at him as if he were demented.
“Hey, some of us have careers,” Will protested. “Besides, I’m not ready for anything serious.”
“Three years sharing a hotel suite isn’t serious?”
“See, this is the kind of stuff I get from Mom.” Will narrowed his eyes at his brother. “Which brings me back to my point. I think Valerie and Mom are right.”
“I hate this,” Jake said. “You feel guilty, so I get to suffer.”
“You need some focus to your life, some goals, something to look forward to besides a sunrise.” Will looked stern. “If you don’t want to move back to the city, fine. But I think you should get married.”
“I did,” Jake said, looking back at the lake. “I didn’t like it. It’s your turn to screw up your life. I did mine already.”
“So you’re happy in your lonely little cabin at the end of that lonely little lane,” Will said. “All by yourself in that big cold bed.”
“Don’t ever go into psychology,” Jake said. “You have the subtlety of a rock.”
“Don’t you ever think about the perfect woman?” Will said.
“Sure,” Jake said. “She’s about five foot two, somewhere between eighteen and twenty, dumb as a coot, and she thinks I’m God.”
Will looked disgusted. “She’d have to be dumb as a coot to pull that last one off. I’m serious, here.”
“The thing about women,” Jake said, “is that they got liberated too fast. They never learned to be straightforward about life because they had to sneak around for about a thousand years tricking men into doing things they wanted. So they manipulate you instead of telling you what they want, so you never know where the hell you are. And then they get mad at you and bitch.” He swallowed a mouthful of coffee and shook his head. “I have had it up to here with smart-mouthed, overly brainy, manipulative women.”
“So don’t get married to Tiffany again,” Will said reasonably. “Find your moronic midget and marry her. And then get your life moving before you turn into a potted plant and the help starts watering you.”
Jake ignored him and went on. “If I ever do hook up with anybody again-and I sincerely doubt that I will, so wipe that hopeful look off your face-it will be with someone who thinks that being with somebody who mows lawns is her idea of heaven on earth and who will do exactly what I tell her to do and love it.”
“I think Donna Reed is dead,” Will said.
Jake slid down farther in his chair. “Well, then, I’m not getting married again. Over to you, bro.”