I love his mom and dad as if they were my own. They’ve stepped up for me in every way possible since my mom died—from Friday night dinners and helping with my studies, to being emotionally available for me. They mean the world and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.
I keep my eyes glued to his face until he hangs up. “What’s going on Caleb? Is your mom okay?”
He pushes his chair back and stands up, shoving his cell phone in his back pocket. “My dad fell and hurt his hip, and I want to get back so I can check on him.”
“Oh shit,” I mutter, throwing some cash on the table to cover the bill. “I’ll come with you.”
“No, man, but thanks. My mom said he’s really irritable because now he can’t get up off the couch and do his woodworking so you don’t want to be exposed to that right now. You remember how he gets when he can’t keep busy.”
“All right, well, I’ll definitely come by in a day or so to check on the old man. You know he’s gonna drive your mom crazy now.” We laugh, letting Fran and Peyton go ahead of us as we exit the restaurant.
Fran stops Caleb when we reach the car, setting her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry about your dad,” she says earnestly, and it makes me smile. This little spark has a heart of gold.
Chapter Fifteen – Fran – Smile, Smile, Smile
I lean my head back on the seat and look out the window, my eyes drifting upward. The sky is a kaleidoscope of colors; streaks of orange, pink, and blue graze the landscape as we head back to the hotel. A contented smile sits on my lips when I think about the day. It was a lot of fun and I’m glad I decided to be a part of it. Rolling my head to the side, I catch a glimpse of Matt, his cheeks sun-kissed, his arms tanned, and his features relaxed. He must feel me staring because he looks over and sends a smile my way.
There’s a tap on my shoulder and I wake up disoriented, trying to get my bearings, when I see we’re already back in the front circle of the hotel. I rub my eyes and yawn, not knowing when I’d even dozed off, but feeling somewhat rested as a result.
Matt comes around to open my door and I climb out, stretching my arms before bending over to rub my calf, now cramped from the ride. “I can help you out with that, if you want,” he offers, one hand resting on his hip, a devilish smirk on his face.
“I’m sure you could,” I reply, standing back up and shaking my leg out, “but I’m all set.”
The valet pulls the car out and I look over my shoulder for Peyton, only to realize that she and Caleb are nowhere in sight. “Where are Peyton and Caleb?” I ask, heading in through the revolving door of the hotel.
“Caleb went to visit his dad and Peyton said something about heading to the bar for a quick drink. Do you want to join her?”
The only thing I feel like doing is crawling into bed. “No, thanks. I’m going back to my room. I’m super tired and we have to be up early tomorrow for the conference.”
“Okay,” Matt says, randomly kicking at the ground. “I’ll walk you.”
We’re quiet on the elevator ride up, my eyes practically drifting closed as I lean back against the wall. When I open them, Matt is staring at me, the corner of his mouth tipped up in a lazy smile.
“What?” I ask, reaching down and taking my sandals off, my feet feeling the effects of new shoes, the thought of a soak in the Jacuzzi tempting me.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, right. Like I believe that.” I grin. “You look like you’re up to no good.”
The elevator dings and I walk out into the hallway, Matt following close behind. We stop just as we reach the door and I dig in my purse and pull out the keycard, hesitating for just a beat, knowing there’s something I want to say.
“So I just—” we both say at the same time.
“You first—” we say, again in unison.
Matt waves his hand as if rolling out the red carpet for me. “No you. Go ahead.” He rocks on his feet, his tousled beach hair strewn across his forehead.
For some reason I find myself unable to look in his eyes, so instead I focus on the wall behind him. “I had a really nice time today, thank you.”
“I’m glad. I did, too. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while so thanks for helping me remove the stick.”
A wide smile eases onto my face, the thought that I’ve helped him in some way causes me to feel lighter. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I say brightly, and that simple flex of his dimple makes it impossible for me not to smile back.
“Yeah, it does,” he mumbles quietly, and starts off down the hall. “Goodnight, Fran.”
“Goodnight.”
He walks away, but jogs back just as I’m putting the keycard in the door. “Hey, I almost forgot.” He reaches into the pocket of his shorts and pulls out the silver and blue shell from the beach. “Here,” he offers, handing it to me, “I thought you might like to have this.” He shrugs. “You know, as a souvenir or whatever.”
My smile broadens and I close my fingers tightly over the shell before meeting his gaze. “Thank you.”
“Sure,” he replies, and takes off for the elevator.
I open the door to my room and start to walk through when I hear Matt’s voice.
“Hey, Fran,” he yells from the other end of the hallway, “I like seeing you smile.”
And then he disappears…leaving me doing just that.
I’m in my room for all of about two minutes when there’s a knock on the door. For a split second, I think it might be Matt, and I curse myself because a small part of me is hoping that it is.
“Fran, it’s me,” Peyton says from the other side of the door, “let me in.”
I open it and Peyton is standing there with a whimsical look on her face, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed.
“Hey.”
“Geez, don’t look so excited to see me. Were you expecting someone else?” she teases, kicking off her heels and dropping down on the bed, getting a little too comfortable.
“No,” I reply quickly. “I was planning on going to bed.”
“Hmm…mmm…yeah, okay, whatever you say.” She lets out a contented sigh. “I think I’m in love,” she says dreamily, grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face.
I place the shell on the side table, jump on the bed, and promptly remove the pillow, forcing her to look at me. “What did you say?”
“Oh, relax,” she responds playfully, “I’m only kidding…well, half kidding.” Another sigh escapes from her chest. “Caleb is so wonderful.” She touches her fingers to her lips. “And those kisses”—her thumb rubs across her bottom lip—“to die for.” She turns on her side, leaning her head on her elbow and smacking her lips together. “That Matt is pretty dreamy, too…don’t you think?”
“Yeah, he’s okay, I guess.” I try to conceal a smile. “When he’s not being uptight.”
My cell phone vibrates and I hop off the bed to retrieve it from my purse. It’s a text, but I don’t recognize the number it’s coming from.
Just testing, is this you?
“Who’s it from?” Peyton asks, tossing a pillow behind her head.
“I don’t know. I don’t recognize the number. It must be a mistake.”
“Let me see it,” she says, and I throw the phone on the bed. She picks it up and studies the number before a knowing grin appears on her face. “Oh, it’s not a wrong number, sweetie.”
“You know who it is? Who is it, then?” I ask, my nose wrinkling, a tiny crease forming between my eyebrows.