Текст книги "Troubles and Treats"
Автор книги: Tara Sivec
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I had never thought that night seven years ago when Carter and I went to our new friend Jim’s house for dinner I would meet my soul mate over a plate of lasagna and a discussion on vibrators. Jenny and I…well, I never had a doubt we were meant to be together. She’s my best friend and the best mother and wife there is. No marriage is perfect, but ours is damn near close. And even though we’ve had some troubles, fixing them has been sweeter than any candy I’ve ever eaten.
Well, except for Vagina Skittles. Vagina Skittles are delicious.
Epilogue
Six months later.
“This is Matt with Channel 3 News, coming to you live from the store that started it all, Seduction and Snacks. Seduction and Snacks has grown far beyond the little corner business that two best friends decided to open together almost eight years ago. With the combination of delicious chocolates, cookies, and sex toys, Seduction and Snacks is the perfect store to satisfy your sweet tooth or your bedroom cravings. We’re here today to speak to the women who came up with this idea, as well as their friends and family who have supported them along the way. Welcome, everyone!”
Seated in a straight line are all three couples: Carter and Claire, Liz and Jim, and Drew and Jenny. Sitting on the floor by their feet are each of the couple’s respective children: Gavin and Sophia, Charlotte, Molly, and Ava, and Veronica and Billy.
“Claire, did you ever think that the store you had always dreamed about owning would one day turn into a household name and that you would have locations all over the United States?”
Claire laughs and shakes her head in disbelief while Carter reaches over and covers the hand resting on her thigh with his own.
“This is far beyond my hopes and dreams. Opening just this store by itself was something I never thought would happen. And then to have it take off like it did and to be able to franchise it? I still can’t even wrap my head around it,” Claire states.
“I know you’ve done several interviews about how you and your husband met, and every time I hear that story, it still makes me smile. How are the two of you handling the success along with raising a family?”
Carter lifts Claire’s hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on her fingers. Claire stares happily into his eyes before finally turning back to the camera.
“We’re handling it together, one day at a time. Having the support of such amazing friends and family makes things a lot easier,” Claire states.
“And we really are pretty amazing,” their friend Drew chimes in from down the row. “Well, except for that punk sitting down there surrounded by little girls.”
Drew laughs and points at ten-year-old Gavin, who gives him a dirty look.
“Shut up or I will cut your mother,” Gavin tells him.
“You don’t talk about Eileen Parrit! Eileen Parrit is a saint!” Drew argues.
“So, Liz, did you ever think there would be such a high demand for a store that sells sex toys?”
Jim leans over and places a kiss on Liz’s cheek, and she smiles at the camera.
“As long as there are people having sex, there will always be a need for sex toys,” Liz tells us.
“What’s ‘having sex’?” Liz and Jim’s five-year-old, Ava, asks.
“It’s gross. And people yell like they are in pain. I think it has something to do with killing each other,” Gavin tells her.
“Ooooh, that’s scary. I’m never having the sex,” Ava replies as she goes back to playing with one of the toys her parents brought for her.
“Why do they only pay attention when we’re talking about something they shouldn’t hear?” Jim whispers to Liz.
“Because children are assholes,” Drew whispers back.
“I heard that,” Gavin replies without even turning around.
“Good, because you’re the biggest asshole!” Drew whispers loudly.
“Will you stop calling my son an asshole?!” Claire scolds Drew.
Drew immediately bows his head in remorse when Claire gives him a dirty look.
“Oooooh, you just got schooled by my mommy,” Gavin taunts with a laugh.
Carter quickly leans forward and clamps a hand over Gavin’s mouth while Drew sticks his tongue out at him and gets a smack in the arm from his wife.
“Jenny, you’re credited with putting Seduction and Snacks on the map with all of your amazing marketing and promotion skills. Can you tell us a little bit about that?”
Drew leans back in his chair and throws his arm around the back of Jenny’s and plays with a strand of her hair.
“Um, well, I don’t think I was the one who put Seduction and Snacks on the map. I’m pretty sure it had something to do with the state of Ohio and where they built the building. I could be wrong though. I did send a flyer to our mayor so maybe that made him add it to the map. Not sure,” she says with a shrug.
“You guys have stuck together as friends and been through quite a lot together in the last few years. Where do you see yourselves ten years from now?”
The couples all look at one another, and there are a few smiles and some laughs exchanged.
“In ten years, we’ll still be friends. We’ll still be talking about sex all the time and doing inappropriate things in public,” Jim tells us with a chuckle.
“In ten years, I hope I’m living next door to my best friend so I can just walk over there if I need her. Even if Seduction and Snacks is no longer around, at least I’ll still have her. And sex toys,” Liz says with a smile.
“Awwww, you’re going to make me cry!” Claire tells Liz.
“And you’re going to make me puke. Cut it out!” Drew yells at them.
“In ten years, I hope I’m still waking up every morning next to my soul mate,” Carter admits with a smile in Claire’s direction.
“What is this, Lifestyles of the Gay and Sappy? Come on!” Drew complains.
“In ten years, I hope they have a Skittles remover and I can still put my feet behind my head in a hammock,” Jenny tells everyone.
“In ten years I hope I’ve forgotten every part of that sentence,” Jim states.
“In ten years, I’ll still be banging my hot wife. Hopefully by then they will have invented honey that isn’t so sticky and corn stalks that don’t chafe so much when you tie them to your penis,” Drew states.
“In ten years, I hope Drew stops talking about his penis and the weird things he does with it,” Claire says with a roll of her eyes. “But we’ll definitely still be friends. We’ll all have teenagers then and will need as much support as we can get,” she laughs.
“In ten years I’ll be twenty. I’ll be able to carry a gun and pistol whip Drew,” Gavin says.
“You can’t carry a gun at twenty! And anyway, I will still be bigger than you in ten years, kid,” Drew argues.
“Yeah, but you’ll be old. And you’ll probably need a walker and someone to change your poopy diaper,” Gavin argues back.
“How the hell do you even know what pistol whip means?” Claire asks in shock.
“PlayStation. Duh,” Gavin replies back.
“I’m not going to have poopy diapers, YOU’RE going to have poopy diapers,” Drew tells Gavin.
“You can’t even spell poopy,” Gavin replies in a bored voice as his sister Sophia climbs onto his lap and gets comfortable.
“I can spell poopy!” Sophia announces.
“It’s called SPOOPY!” Drew and Jenny’s daughter Veronica announces proudly.
“SPOOP!” Billy shouts from his place on the floor in between Jim’s daughters.
Everyone stares down at Billy in shock.
“Did he just say spoop?” Liz whispers.
“What the hell is spoop?” Carter asks.
“Oh my God, our son’s first word is spoop?!” Jenny screeches as she smacks Drew’s arm.
“This is NOT my fault. It’s Jackson’s fault!” Drew argues.
“Do I really have to put that in his baby book? I CANNOT write the word 'spoop',” Jenny says.
“I can. I know how to spell spoop,” Gavin tells her.
“So do any of you have plans for more children?”
All three couples chime in at once and without any hesitation.
“OH HELL NO!”
“As we close our interview with the women who started Seduction and Snacks and their loving families, I think it’s clear to everyone that this group will remain friends for a very long time. They will continue to follow their dreams and watch their business grow into something none of them ever saw coming. They will also share in the joys of watching their children grow up together and form their own close-knit friendships and who knows, maybe one of them will have a story of their own to tell us down the road. I have a feeling we haven’t heard the last from the gang at Seduction and Snacks!”
The End
Read on for a sneak peek of
A Beautiful Lie
by Tara Sivec
~
Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords January 3, 2013
Prologue
At the sound of laughter and teasing voices, she glanced up from the book she was reading and brushed her auburn bangs out of her piercing green eyes. She watched the culprits of the interruption shove and push each other while they walked to the counter of the coffee shop with their backs to her. They continued behaving like twelve year olds while they placed their orders and moved off to the side to wait for their coffees. The playful insults they lobbed at each other made her smile wistfully and reminded her of siblings hiding their closeness and love for one another behind arm punches and silly name-calling. Not that she had any kind of idea what it was like to have a sibling. Or family, period. Watching their interaction surprised her by making her long for something she had no business wanting. There was nothing about her fellow male college students that ever held her interest. They were immature and annoying and so far, the ones she met only cared about who was buying the keg for the upcoming party or how quickly they could get to third base. She had too much at stake and too much invested in her future to waste time with people like that.
Feeling entirely too vulnerable where these strangers were concerned and the emotions they unwittingly forced into her heart, she pushed her long, wavy hair off of one shoulder and started to put her head back down to finish reading tonight's Photojournalism homework when one of the guys turned around. Her eyes locked with his and she felt her heart speed up. He was the type of man that made you sit up straight and pray to God your make-up still looked good after six hours of classes. He made you blush and want to look over your shoulder to see if he was really looking at you or a prettier girl behind you.
He wore faded jeans that hung low on his hips and a long-sleeved grey Hollister shirt. Regardless of his obvious college student status, he was all man. He easily reached six feet and while he wasn’t your typical, muscled jock, she could see the strength in his arms as he flexed to heft his backpack higher on one shoulder. The defined muscles of his chest stretched across the cotton fabric of his fitted shirt and made her hands itch with the need to smooth her palms against him or trace the word “Hollister” with the tips of her fingers just to feel the heat from his skin. He absently nodded his head at something his friend said, never taking his bright blue eyes off of her as he ran his long fingers through his short, midnight black hair.
She willed him to come over to her table and talk to her. She wanted to hear his voice and know if it would affect her even half as much as his stare did. Just the sound of his laughter, deep and unreserved, forced a tingle down her spine and shocked her again when she realized it sounded nothing like that of a college boy. There were so many things about him that made her instantly forget who she was, what she’d been through, and the choices she made as a consequence. Aside from the way his eyes seemed to pierce right through to her soul, and how he wouldn’t tear his gaze away from her even when outside forces tried get his attention, in just a few short minutes, she knew by his actions that he was a genuine person: the way he let a woman and her little girl go in front of him in line and then gave his friend a stern look when he complained, or the tip he stuck into the jar on the counter when no one was looking instead of waiting for all eyes to be on him to see his kindness like most would do. With just one look and a few charitable actions, she wanted to throw her beliefs out the window and lose herself in him. She wanted to forget about the fact that she didn’t need or want anyone in her life and ignore the voice in her head reminding her that sharing a piece of yourself with others only led to disappointment and a shattered heart.
She forced herself to break the eye contact before she did something completely out of character like get up and approach him or press her lips to the side of his neck so she could smell his skin. With a mental smack to her libido, she turned her attention to the friend standing next to him. He was just as good looking but a few inches shorter. His presence didn’t seem to command the room like Blue Eyes, but his smile lit up his entire face and oddly enough, put her at ease. A smile that held no secrets and would tell her no lies, like the ones she was used to lately. She glanced back and forth between them and smiled shyly, thinking about how she was never lucky enough to have one, let alone two good looking guys pay attention to her.
Her smile grew as they both made their way over to her table.
She’d always think back to that moment over the coming years and wonder what would have happened if things had been different, if only one of the boys had come into the coffee shop that day or if she had just listened to her brain instead of her heart and said no to that first date.
Her life was forever changed as soon those boys sat down next to her, and she needed to remind herself over and over that it happened exactly how it was meant to.
She would never give up having these two men in her life no matter what happened or how much she had to compromise her feelings or lock her thoughts away in a secret compartment in her heart. They were her life, her best friends, and her family.
But if you were given the chance to go back, to tell the truth instead of lie to save someone’s life and their feelings...would you?
Chapter One
“It’s a beautiful lie. It’s the perfect denial.
Such a beautiful lie to believe in.”
-30 Seconds to Mars, “A Beautiful Lie”
Eight years later
Garrett McCarthy hustled down the rickety wooden steps nestled between the wild grass and glanced quickly at his watch, nervously running his fingers through is close-cropped black hair. He squinted his blue eyes at the setting sun as he quickened his pace.
He made dinner reservations at Parker’s favorite Italian restaurant for eight o'clock. When he knocked on her door at seven-thirty and didn't get an answer, he knew exactly where he'd find her.
As he walked off the bottom step, and his casual, brown, lace-up Doc Martins sunk into the sand, he smiled when he saw her.
She was flat on her stomach right by the water’s edge with her elbows propped up, holding the camera by her eye. Each gentle wave that lapped up onto the shore inched its way around her body before sliding away and rushing back out to sea.
When she was working on a project, she lost all sense of time. Her current assignment was photographing sand crabs: a freelance piece for National Geographic. Probably not very exciting to some but it was everything to her. She loved the peacefulness of nature and having a camera in her hand, no matter where she was, excited her beyond belief. Holding that small piece of metal in her hand transported her to another time and another place. It made all of her cares disappear so that her only concern or worry was for the subject on the other end of her lens. It didn’t matter to her that she wasn’t rushing off to war zones or following news vans. This was who she was. Being a photojournalist was her life’s dream and she worked her ass off to make sure she achieved it by doing whatever it took to get herself through college all on her own. And it made him respect her even more.
The push and pull of the water and the click of her camera echoed along the beach as he made his way across the sand to her. When he was a few feet away, he stood with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to disturb her. He liked watching her work. Every time he saw her with that camera in her hands, his heart swelled with pride at how talented she was. And as each wave of water washed over her body, he refused to dwell on the other parts of him that swelled at that moment. Or ever.
She was one of the best freelance photographers in the country and over the years she had her photographs featured in hundreds of magazines in the U.S. and was well on her way to becoming the next Ansel Adams. None of those accomplishments were what endeared Parker to him, however. Even without the notoriety and with more talent than that of a hundred photographers, she would still be the same generous, intelligent, sweet and loving person that he’d always known. She didn’t need prestigious awards or featured photos to tell him all of these things. He’d known it since the first moment he laid eyes on her.
Parker’s latest endeavor: publishing her fourth coffee table book of photos from around the world. Actually, “Anna Parks” had just published her fourth book. He never understood why she insisted on using an alias in print instead of her real name, Annabelle Parker. He was proud of her and thought she should be shouting her accomplishments from the rooftops.
"You’re blocking my light," she spoke softly as she turned dials and adjusted the settings on her Nikon F2 35mm camera. That camera was as old as she was, but it was her mother’s and she refused to use anything else. Where most photographers went with the times and switched to digital, she stayed true to herself and continued to use a film camera and develop the pictures herself. It made her a huge commodity in the photography world because she was able to play with her photos and make them into masterpieces in her dark room instead of sending them off to a lab and entrusting her work to strangers. She took pride in the fact that her pictures were one hundred percent her creations and it showed in each and every amazing image she captured. Whenever anyone would try to convince her that digital was better, she would remind them that it didn’t matter if you owned the most expensive, most advanced camera that was on the market. If you didn’t have the talent or the heart, your pictures would still turn out shitty no matter how much money you spent or how many rave reviews your camera got. Being able to take your photos through every part of the process from conception to watching them come to life in the trays of chemicals under the haze of the red safe light forced you to look at your work under a microscope, literally, and learn how to best tell a story without words.
“And you’re going to make us late for dinner. Again,” he reminded her dryly.
She clicked a few more pictures and then lifted the camera above her head so he could take it from her. Once it was secured in his hands, she placed both of hers in the wet sand and pushed herself up just as another small wave washed up around her feet.
She brushed her hands together a few times to get some of the sand off and then looked up into his face. She could tell he was irritated with her. One of his eyebrows was raised as if he were waiting for an explanation.
“Don’t start with me, McCarthy. You knew I had to finish these photos before we went to dinner. I don’t even know why we’re doing this. You know I don’t like to make a big fuss,” she complained as she tried in vain to wipe off the sand from her bare stomach. All she managed to do was spread it around.
He just stood there staring at her. If he spoke right now it would probably come out as a squeak or mumbled nonsense. As soon as she had stood up, all of the blood rushed from his head right to his dick.
She was wearing a pale blue bandeau bikini top that tied around her neck and matching bottoms. He only knew they matched because the white wrap-around skirt she wore was wet and see-through as it clung to every inch of her hips and thighs, grazing just above her knees. He watched her brush her hands against her small, firm stomach and it was starting to irritate him. His hands itched to reach out and do it for her, to touch her skin and feel her warmth.
Dangerous territory. He had no business thinking those things. She was his friend and she deserved better than his habitual dirty thoughts.
“Quit your bitching, Parker. It’s your birthday. What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t take you out to celebrate?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about a good one? I hate my birthday. You know that. All that fuss just to be one day closer to death. It’s idiotic.” She huffed as she finally gave up on removing the offending sand from her skin.
Garrett sent up a silent prayer for that until she untied the flimsy, wet scrap of material from around her waist and started to wring it out into the sand.
He didn’t know what was worse, staring at her bikini bottoms and skin through the haze of wet material or having her stand in front of him practically in her underwear with all that bare, golden skin showing and talk to him like it was no big deal.
Because it was no big deal, he reminded himself. It wasn't like he had never seen her in her bathing suit before...or her underwear for that matter. But that was a mistake. It was over a year ago, she was drunk, and really, it could have happened to anyone.
“You know why we’re doing this,” Garrett said softly, cocking his head to the side as he forced himself to look at her eyes and not any lower.
She hated when he looked at her like that, with those bright blue eyes that were the same color as the ocean and made her melt. How many times had she needed to force herself not to run her hands down the side of his face over the years when he had looked at her like that? Too many to count, that was for sure. Sometimes she wondered if he knew the power he had over her and did things like that just to see if he could get a reaction out of her.
Parker pictured herself cupping his cheek in her hand and smoothing away the sadness. As quickly as the image appeared, her chest constricted with guilt when his words broke through her errant thoughts.
“He took you out to dinner on your birthday every year, even if he had to do it with you kicking and screaming,” Garrett said with a smile to soften the blow he was sure his words brought. “It’s my duty as your friend and his to carry on that tradition, especially this year.”
Especially this year, especially this year... The words repeated on a loop in her head.
It still didn’t seem real; the first birthday in eight years spent without him. He’d been gone for six months, and she still woke up every day expecting to hear him walk through the door, laugh outrageously loud at something stupid, or get snippy with her when she asked him where he’d been all night.
She wasn’t going to let those dark thoughts mess with her psyche. Not right now. And definitely not tonight. She’d spent too much time already lately wondering “what if” and thinking about all of the things she could have done differently. Her guilt that most of those feelings revolved around the man standing next to her than on the one she’d given her heart to took up too much residence in her mind and her heart as it was.
Garrett was hurting too. He’d spent the past six months being her rock and making sure she remembered to eat, shower, work, and anything else she forgot to do when the memories and sadness threatened to overwhelm her. He needed her to be strong for once, and she was determined to do just that. Even if it meant she had to celebrate her birthday.
“Fine. But I draw the line at strangers crowding around the table singing, ‘Happy Birthday’ like a bunch of jackasses.”
“Deal.” Garrett laughed.
They turned and made their way across the beach and up the stairs to her condo, talking about birthdays past.
