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Chapter 41

“This seems weird.” Blaine has stopped by with the overnight things I had at his apartment. I’ve texted with him but not seen much of him for a month. He sets the bag down on my couch.

“We do weird.” I give him a rueful smile. “But yeah, it does.”

“Are you okay? I mean, this has to affect you, too. Do you think…? Well… The counselor says you may feel undesirable and might think something is wrong with you. Do you feel that way? Because I can give you a list of guys that have told me how hot you are.”

“What?” I chuckle. This is even weirder. “I must be cocky because I don’t feel undesirable. I know guys look at me. Plus, if any of them have seen me with you, they know I can get turned on with a look. I guess that’s a bonus. But if you want to give me that list…,” I tease.

He snorts. “Kaleb noticed that about you. He’s on the top of the list.”

Heat rises to my cheeks. I’m not sure I’m ready for Blaine to be my gay best friend. “Truth? I have my moments. Looking back, I see there were little signs I should have picked up on. I kick myself for being so blind. You were the perfect package, Blaine. But…” I walk over to him and put my hand on his muscled arm. “You’re very lovable. I don’t regret us. I really don’t.”

Strong hands hold my face. “Do you have any idea how amazing you are? You were supposed to run screaming from me. Maybe rough me up a bit. Instead, you put yourself aside and worried about me. I underestimated you.” He kisses the top of my head.

“I doubt you want to deal with telling people you’re gay right now. I’ve been telling people we’re taking a break. Does that work for you?”

“Sure.” A grateful look floods his face. “I miss you.”

“Want to hang out and have Chinese? We can do that, right? I miss you, too.”

“I don’t see why not. But let’s not do a movie.” His eyes dance with laughter. He’ll be fine.

Chapter 42

I am still getting used to being alone. My usual routine has changed. I miss dinners with Blaine, lunch at the bike shop, and doing things with Nick and Megan. I wouldn’t say I’m lonely, but I realize I don’t have many close friends here. Clara is gone, and Megan is my only other close girlfriend. I used to see her a couple of times a week with our double dates. I’m looking forward to winter and working on the mountain.

Part of my new single status means if I want lunch out, I’m on my own. I’m not uncomfortable eating solo, but I find I need something to do. I creep myself out with the way I listen to strangers’ entire conversations. Sometimes I’m privy to things I shouldn’t know. I’ve started to bring a book.

“May I have a bowl of the squash soup and the chicken salad sandwich? Thanks.” My stomach growls as I stand at the counter of The Baked Bean. My appetite is back, and I’m doing my best to fatten up for winter.

I grab water from the fridge and chips to put on my tray next to the register. I eye the desserts and decide on carrot cake. When the soup and sandwich are ready, I pay and walk over to a table. The smell of the soup wafts up to my nose, and my mouth starts to water. Few people are scatted about the tables. I spot a couple I remember from last week. He had cheated, and she wanted to believe he was sorry and would never do it again. I bet good money she’s wrong. I don’t want to be anywhere near that and go for the table in the corner at the back of the room. If I get tired of my book, I have the view of the entire coffee shop to entertain me.

I take a cautious sip of the soup. It’s hot on my tongue, but not scalding. The flavor of squash, onion, and something sweet is delicious. I try not to eat too fast, but I’m really hungry. I’m so ravenous I don’t even open my book until all that’s left is cake. I’m lost in a romance when he interrupts me. “You gonna eat that?” Before I look up I recognize his woodsy scent and feel a smile form. Jason sits down across from me. His hair is longer than usual, and the sandy-blond locks are sexy. They almost hide those eyes. I resist the urge to push his hair back. His hand reaches toward my carrot cake.

I slap it out of the way. “Hey! Hands off.” I chuckle. “It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

He breaks off a piece and pops it into his mouth. “Oh, that’s good.” He looks at my empty plate and bowl. “Did you eat all that?” Finally, the food police can be proud of me.

“I sure did. A bowl of soup, a sandwich, chips, and a pickle. Impressed?”

“Stand up, I want to see if your ass is skinny or… Hell, I just want to see your ass.” He smiles his evil smile.

I shake my head. “You’re a piece of work.”

“Life with the boyfriend must be better if you’re eating.” He snitches another piece of cake.

“We broke up.” I pick up my fork and hover protectively over the dessert.

He raises his eyebrows at me. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s good. I mean we’re still good friends. So, yeah, it’s good.” Oh, I’m smooth.

He snorts, “So it’s good. Good.”

I roll my eyes. Damn if he doesn’t look amazing. The banter hasn’t distracted my body one bit. A little something smolders. “Did you see the snow?”

“I did. I can’t believe we start in two weeks.” He grabs my hand holding the fork and with his free one takes another piece of cake.

“I know. My work has pretty much dried up, and I’m getting bored.” A dirty blond is headed our way. She’s pretty and petite; curvy in a way that makes me jealous. From the look on her face, I’m returning the favor. I point at her with the fork. “I think someone’s looking for you.”

“There you are. I’ve been waiting outside. Didn’t you read your texts?” She has her hands on her hips, and I wonder if she will tap her Frye-boot-clad foot at him too. I know I shouldn’t be amused, but I am. This is so not his kind of girl.

Jason leans back in his chair and looks at me. “Casey, this is Cassie.” Then he looks at Cassie, whose eyes flash with anger. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” She lets out a big sigh of exasperation and stomps off toward the counter.

I roll my eyes. “You did not just say that to her.”

Jason stands up. He flashes his evil smile again. “It makes her feisty.” He leans down close to my ear, grazing it with his warm breath and whispers, “You know how I like that.” Shivers race down my body. A quick vision of the night in my loft appears in my mind. Good lord, how does he do that to me? I watch him as he walks away. I look at the firm butt and long lean body. I bite my lower lip, and then jealousy takes hold. Damn it.

So did Cassie come with him? She couldn’t have. He never would have been alone at The Fish Bowl last summer. Just how serious are they? I picture him kissing her. Crap. I start to pack my stuff up and look at my cake. Appetite gone, I dump it into my bowl. As I get up I hear, “Casey.” It’s Blaine.

He looks as yummy as ever. He meets me and takes the tray from my hands. “I have to talk to you. Can I walk you somewhere?”

I watch him deal with the trash, dishes, and tray for me. “Sure. You look great.”

He turns to me. “You do, too.” I can see Jason behind Blaine and he watches us. A sudden flare of green makes me reach up and pull Blaine down for a kiss. Just a quick one on the lips, but my goal is achieved. Jason looks pissed.

Blaine puts his arm around my shoulders, takes my backpack and we walk out.

“I talked to Clara today. She sounds happy and said the kids love California.”

Cool air makes me wish for gloves, and I pull my hands up into my sleeves. “When is she coming back? I miss them. I have a room at the boarding house, but I know Mrs. Matheson would like to know when she’ll start to get my money.”

“They’re not. Clara wanted me to feel you out on something. She would like you to stay in her house, but wondered if you’d be willing to pay her what you would have paid for the boarding house room.” He flips his hair out of his eyes and I smell his shampoo. I’ve never seen it this long.

“Of course. Why aren’t they coming back?” I was looking forward to having Clara to hang out with.

“She’s happy there. Being near Tim’s family gives her help with the kids, and she isn’t sure she can face a winter here without him. Too many memories.”

I look up at Blaine’s face. I see tears in his eyes. I take his hand and the warmth covers my chilly one. “I’m sure there are.”

Blaine clears his throat. “There’s more. I’ve decided to move back, too.”

“What?” No. I’m not ready for him to be gone from my life.

“Casey, I have to deal with who I am. This will be a hard place to do that. When I’m completely comfortable with it, I can come back.” A snow flurry lands on my nose melting before I can brush it off.

I stop and we turn toward each other. “I don’t want you to go.” My eyes brim with tears. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in tight. I can’t help it; the tears fall.

“Shhh, don’t.” His voice is soft as if I’m a child.

I look up at him. “I feel like I’ll never see you again once you go. Just because we, you know.” I pause. “I haven’t stopped loving you, Blaine.”

“Come with me. You’d love it there. I’ll teach you to surf. I know you’d be a natural.” Blaine has hope in his voice. He tucks a curl behind my ear.

I smile at him. “That sounds fun.” Of course I know neither of us means what we’re saying. He needs the freedom to be who he is without the constant reminder of what he thought he should be. I shake my head. “No. I need to stay here and have my Colorado winter. I’m going to miss you so much.” I glance at the dusting of snow on the mountains as we continue to walk to my car.

He breaks our silence. “I told Nick yesterday.”

“You did?” I’m surprised. “How did that go?”

“He was awesome. He gave me a big hug and said nothing had changed for him.”

“I think you’ll be surprised at the number of people that don’t see being gay as such a horrible thing. I’m glad it went well.” That will make things easier with Nick and Megan now. And, maybe a bit odd. Yeah, I can see why he doesn’t want to come out here. We’ve reached my car, and a quick shiver runs through me. “When are you leaving?” Sadness returns.

“Next week. This isn’t good-bye today. I’ll make sure I see you before I go.” He drops my pack from his shoulder.

I unlock my car door and when I pull, it groans open. “Want me to make you dinner next week? I have Clara’s jambalaya recipe.” I smile at him.

He smiles too, and the backpack thuds onto my passenger seat as he tosses it in the car. “That sounds great. Maybe we can play train too.”

Driving home I’m a mess. First finding out Jason and Cassie are a thing, then Clara not coming back, and Blaine leaving. I can’t decide what to process first. Tomorrow might be a long run day.

Chapter 43

“Hey! Did you hear about the party?” I’m running on Gold Camp Road, which is a long dirt road not well-travelled. Jason drives next to me at the speed I’m running so he can talk to me. He’s aware how much I hate to stop mid-run, and it’s kind of cute.

“Nope. Nobody invites me to things these days.” That’s not true, but I feel kind of lonely today. Blaine left last week. I slow my pace a bit and my heart rate settles enough so I can talk comfortably.

“Well, I am. There’s a party for instructors, and it’s at my house. You probably know where it is. At the end of this road? I moved into Kaleb’s house.” Oh, boy. Kaleb lives in a house that contains seven ski instructors, usually male. It has a reputation of being a party house. It does depend on who lives there each year, but I’m pretty sure Jason will have a wild one.

I look over through the passenger window at him. “Are you crazy? Didn’t anyone tell you it’s the party house?”

He starts to laugh. “Don’t think I can handle it?”

I snort. “You can handle it. Can your girlfriend?” Cassie’s boot tapping echoes in my mind.

“Cassie isn’t my girlfriend.”

I just about stop, but don’t. “So why is she here?” He’s single? Wait, why do I care?

“I’m irresistible. We’ve been over this.” I look over at his big grin.

“Oh, you’re something.” Way to avoid the question. I already know the answer. She’s not a good skier, so it was to win him back.

“You and surfer dude sure looked chummy when I saw you at the coffee shop. I thought you broke up.” He’s enjoying this. He knows exactly what I did that day.

I smile. “He’s moved back to California. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Who says I’m worried? I know your kryptonite.” Boy does he ever. I don’t have to look over to know he has an evil grin on his face.

“When?”

“Saturday. Kaleb will be glad you’re coming. I think he has plans for you.” He snickers.

I shake my head and chuckle. “Are we done here? I’ve got a road to run.” Great, I can imagine what Kaleb said. I wonder if he knows about Jason and me? This could be interesting. I notice Jason has stopped, but I don’t.

He starts to drive again, and when he’s next to me he says, “By the way? The ass? It’s looking good.”

As he drives off, I throw my water bottle at him. Dust covers the bottle as it bounces a few times. He beeps his horn and guns it. That man drives me crazy. I’ve missed him.

I retrieve my water bottle a few steps later and wipe it on my shirt. A familiar beat-up Subaru slows down. It’s Kaleb. “Hey, Casey!”

I give him a wave and keep running. He drives up ahead of me and pulls over. Crap. I don’t want to stop. He’s getting out of his car? I shake my head. When I get to him I say, “Hope you plan to run with me, I hate to stop.” He starts to jog. I know he’s in decent shape from biking all summer, but considering he has on hiking boots, I wonder how long he can keep up.

“So. I’m having a party Saturday. For all the instructors. You should come and meet them.” He’s already out of breath. Of course, I did pick up the pace.

“Sure, sounds fun. What time?” His face is flushed, and his flannel shirt flaps in the wind. I’m cruel, but this is so amusing. I’m tempted to draw out the conversation longer.

“You can come.” He breathes heavier now. “Anytime you want. Most people. Will come around four.”

I’m enjoying myself way too much. “Can I bring anything?”

He looks like he’s in pain. “Nope. Just you.”

I have to cut this short. If he hurts himself, then I will have to stop. “Great, I’ll be there.” I break into a sprint.