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Chasing Truth: Chapter 45

Posted on 22/05/2020

Mari doubled over in laughter with the phone Blake gave her pressed to her ear. Every attempt at talking was quickly ruined by more laughter. Tears streamed down her face.

“She didn’t,” she finally gasped out.

“Oh, she did,” Blake assured her with laughter in his voice. “Miranda loved her pranks. You would have thought I’d get used to it and be suspicious, but she always managed to catch me off guard.”

Mari leaned back into the couch as her laughter faded. “That was priceless. I love that you can tell me stories about her.”

“I’m glad I can share them with you too.” He paused for a moment and she heard the sound of another voice. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon, Ri.”

Her smile softened and her eyes slid closed. Her mother often called her “RiRi.” Hearing the shortened “Ri” gave her a piece of that back.

“Talk to you soon, Dad,” she echoed before he hung up.

Reese leaned against the archway to the kitchen with an indulgent smile. “Sounds like you two had a good talk.”

“We did.” Her smile was permanent as she kicked her feet up on the couch and rested her back against the arm. “Is that dinner I smell?”

“It is. Raoul taught me the secret to his steak, so I’m trying it out.”

Mari’s jaw dropped and she jerked upright. “He what? There’s no way he told you.”

“He said he didn’t have a son to pass it on to.”

“He has a daughter!”

“Who is not a son,” he quipped with a teasing smile. 

“You’re lying.”

“Say that after you eat.”

“I will because there’s just no way,” she said stubbornly. 

Shaking his head in amusement, he retreated to the kitchen.

“Do you need help with anything?” 

“No. Use this time to prepare yourself for the shock and acceptance!” he called back.

“I don’t need it because he didn’t tell you the secret!”

A few minutes later, he returned carrying plates. Steak sauce was tucked in the crook of his arm, making her laugh at his determination to do it all. She grabbed it and set it on the coffee table.

“I could have helped.”

“You just did.”

“I swear I’ve gained weight since you’ve been here,” she said. Their fingers brushed as he handed her the plate. Ducking her head, she set the plate on her lap and picked up the silverware. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but how am I supposed to go back to granola buffets after this?”

He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, his thigh brushing against her feet. “It’ll be a tough adjustment, but I have faith in you. You’ll get through it.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled. She cut into the steak and tentatively took a bite. The flavor stunned her. The smug look on his face only added to it. She pressed a hand to her chest.

“The betrayal!”

“C’mon Ellie, what would the queen of the granola buffet do with a supreme steak recipe?”

The name only her family used should have sounded strange coming from him. Instead, it felt like he’d been calling her that all her life. 

“She would have made steak once a year to carry on the family tradition, duh!”

“I took the pressure off you to make that sacrifice.”

“Oh, that’s so generous of you.”

She was doing a poor job of fighting her grin when her phone rang. A glance at the screen showed a picture of her and Tyler along with his name. She hesitated before she answered the call.

“Hey, Tyler.”

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s good to hear your voice.”

“It’s good to hear from you too. How are things at home?”

“Things are good. He’s being stubborn, but that’s nothing new.”

“Dads,” Mari lamented in sympathy and saw Reese’s lips twitch.

“Have you talked to yours recently?”

“Yeah, he’s called.”

“Has he given you any indication he’s coming to visit again or having you come to him?”

“No, why?” She peeked at Reese who was scooping food into his mouth with his eyes on the TV.

“Just asking. I may not come right back to the island.”

“Your dad doesn’t wanna let you go, huh?”

Silence filled the line and her smile began to fade.

“Tyler?”

“Something came up with work,” he admitted after a moment,

Her hand clenched on the phone and she leaned forward to set her plate on the coffee table. The confession on the heels of asking about Blake set off warning bells.

“I thought you were going to see family and coming back.”

“I am, Mari. It was just a question.”

Anger fueled her silence as she walked into her bedroom for privacy. 

“Mari.”

“It was not just a question. Don’t lie to me.”

“Didn’t I promise I would tell you if something bigger was happening?”

“You also told me you were going home, not using that as a segue into something else so I’m not thinking too highly of your promises right now.”

“Mari, you want answers right? I’m trying to help you get them. I didn’t come out here for this, but I can’t ignore work either. I’m not my own man in this situation.”

She went quiet again.

“You’ve been trusting me,” he reminded her. “I haven’t done anything to break that trust.”

He wouldn’t tell her if he had. “You called in the middle of dinner. I’m going to go finish eating before my food gets cold.”

“Do we have a problem?” he asked quietly.

“No.”

He hesitated. “I’ll call you back later tonight.”

“Okay,” she said simply and ended the call.

She sat on the bed, staring at the phone. Tyler promised he would let her know if he was taking any serious action. He also warned her he’d do it in a way she couldn’t jeopardize whatever action he planned to take. He lied to her once. There was no guarantee he hadn’t or wouldn’t again.

Blake’s visit and their conversations played in her mind. He cared about her. He left Reese, someone he clearly relied on, with her to ensure her safety. Reese quickly became a friend and shared his own personal experiences to show her the man her father was. She turned the phone over in her hand as her gaze moved to the door. Standing, she sucked in a fortifying breath.

Reese tilted his head back on the couch to look at her when she came out of the room. “Everything okay?”

She paused before softly asking, “Can we take a walk after we finish your supreme steak?”

He studied her then nodded once. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Mari reclaimed her seat and spent the rest of dinner trying to figure out how she was going to tell Reese the truth.

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Chasing Truth: Chapter 42

Posted on 25/04/2020

Mari stared at the blue digits of her clock. 1:42. She would have sworn when she crawled into bed she would sleep like the dead. Every time she closed her eyes for too long the memories came rushing back though. She couldn’t forget the hard unyielding arm around her waist as she was dragged farther and farther from Reese or the fear of not knowing what horrible things the man intended to do to her.

She rolled onto her back, rubbing at her eyes. Sand could have been in them as gritty as they felt.

“Mari.”

She jolted upright to find Reese in the doorway of her bedroom.

“There’s no trouble,” he said immediately.

Her shoulders slumped as she dragged a hand down her face.

“C’mon.”

She wasn’t getting to sleep any time soon. Even if there was a chance, her tiredness was no match for the curiosity for what he had planned. She tossed the covers back and got out of bed. The TV cast a soft glow over the living room. The light spilling over from the kitchen gave away Reese’s location. The sound of kernels popping made her smile.

Moments later the kitchen light cut off and Reese reappeared with a bowl of popcorn and drinks in hand.

“We just watched a movie,” she heard herself say even though she didn’t mind.

“You haven’t been still for more than 10 minutes since you went to bed so we’re watching another one.”

She didn’t have a rebuttal for that. She sat down onto the couch. He set their drinks on the coffee table and joined her.

“Blake’s just as bad as you,” he grumbled. “If I get another message from him, I’m just going to send you to him and be done with it.”

She grinned. She should probably feel guilty, but she liked knowing Blake cared enough to be worried. Reese’s mock annoyance amused her.

“You guys get along really well. I never did hear how you met.”

He arched a brow. “I’m a nice guy so how did I get caught up in all of this?”

She shrugged and tried to stifle her laughter as she scooped popcorn from the bowl. “Basically.”

“Someone I used to work for knew Blake. He pointed me in his direction when I needed more work.”

Mari leaned forward as she reached for her bottle.

“My mom had me young.”

It was a fight not to jerk around to face him. It was the most personal thing she ever heard him say. She made herself casually sit back and pop the top off the bottle.

“Her parents weren’t the supportive kind so she made her own way. My father was around for a while. He got himself killed when I was eight and it was just the two of us after that.”

She blinked at the hardness in his voice. “That sucks.”

“It did since we lost what bit of income he was bringing in. He wasn’t a bad father, but he wasn’t a good one either. His death wasn’t much of a loss outside of what we lost in money. I started doing little things here and there to make a couple of dollars, kept doing it as I got older. By the time I met Blake, I’d picked up a lot of different skills. He had a job I could do and he paid well so I took it.”

He snagged his bottle and took a long draw from it. “He taught me a lot and he did it without making it hard. There came a time when I had to choose if I wanted something different or if I wanted to stay. In the end, I chose to stay. Blake always made that worth it.”

She heard what he didn’t say. Blake became a father to him. She and Blake were bridging the gap now, but they would never get those years back. She should have resented Reese, but she couldn’t dredge up the bitterness. They…fit.

“I’m glad you had him.”

His gaze shot to her at the soft-spoken honesty. She tossed a handful of popcorn into her mouth with a smile. The soft sounds of the TV drew her attention and she snuggled into the couch.

“He changed my life,” Reese admitted a few moments later.

She tipped her head up and found his eyes on the screen.

“I’d have made it. I knew a lot of about survival by then and I had my mama to think about. I’d have been a different man though. I wouldn’t have liked becoming that man.”

If she thought about it, she would have hesitated. Since she didn’t, her hand covered his and squeezed.

“Then I’m really glad you had him and you got to become a man you like. My friends and I like that man too.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “You guys like everybody.”

She scoffed. “Definitely not true. We’re nice to everybody, but that doesn’t mean we like everybody. And you know Jules.”

He chuckled. “True.”

“So just accept the compliment,” she said rolling her eyes before giving her attention back to the TV.

“For what it’s worth, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt as comfortable as I’ve felt here.”

She beamed and squeezed his hand again. No more words were needed and they let the storyline of the movie they’d barely noticed draw them in.

Mari stirred and opened her eyes. She didn’t remember closing them. Through half-opened lids, she could make out Reese’s blurry features. They were moving. She only half registered his arms around her, holding her to his chest.

“Go back to sleep,” he encouraged quietly.

She was going to protest for the sake of protesting, but her eyes were so heavy. She dropped her head back down and sank into sleep once more.

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