I think Tray could sense something was on my mind when I met up with him at the gym because he didn’t say much to me other than he’d see me later on for the poker game. Thankfully I didn’t run into Quinn at all, which was a good thing, considering I’d probably kill him if he said anything to me about Sookie. All through my workout and on the way to the studio I kept trying to figure out what I should do to try and patch things up with her.
Should I call her?
I knew her classes hadn’t started yet, but didn’t know enough about her schedule to know whether or not she’d be able to talk during the day. Besides, after our blow up the night before, I thought it might be better for us to talk face to face. As I passed by the flower shop I’d stopped at two mornings earlier I half thought about sending her flowers again, but what would I write on the card?
Sorry for throwing my fuck history in your face last night.
Even though I was new to being in a relationship, at least I hoped I was still in one, I knew better than that and since I couldn’t think of anything better to write at the moment, I just kept on driving. After my reaction to Quinn on Monday, I really did feel bad about not giving her a heads up about Dawn. At least I assumed it was Dawn she’d run into, but since I hadn’t fucked anyone else recently that worked at the studio it had to have been her. It really hadn’t even occurred to me though, but I supposed it should have, although the thought of having to try and remember who we might run into and where in the future, and then telling Sookie about them didn’t appeal to me at all.
Sookie, I’ve been with that blond who’s standing on the other side of the room. The one glaring at us right now, but it might be because she just learned from the redhead next to her that I’ve been with her too. The redhead barks like a dog when she cums and the carpet doesn’t match the drapes on either one of them. Would you like to dance?
Christ, Sookie would never let me touch her again.
I pulled into my parking space at the studio and headed inside for the weekly wrap-up meeting we had every Wednesday, after taping the previous night, before they handed out the following week’s script. I noticed everyone giving me sideways glances, but thought it had to do with me publicly firing my father as my manager right before the show. It wasn’t until I met up with Alcide in my dressing room that I learned they might have been looking at me for a wholly different reason.
“So did Sookie say what made Dawn throw a punch at her yesterday?” he asked as soon as I walked into the room.
“WHAT?” That fucking cunt had better not have laid a hand on Sookie and she sure as shit wasn’t going to work on THIS show anymore. They might not want to listen to me, but Pam already admitted to her love for Sookie and I doubted the producers wanted to get on her bad side. For such a small woman she sure had a lot of weight to throw around.
“Didn’t she tell you?” he asked. When I gave him a look that said ‘Keep talking’ he continued, “One of the crew guys was standing by the craft services table and heard Dawn call her a bitch and then she threw a punch at Sookie. Sookie dodged it, grabbed her arm, and pulled Dawn down onto the floor; said she broke a tooth.” He smiled adding, “He was impressed. Sookie’s got a fan club now.”
“So Sookie didn’t get hurt?” Dawn got what she deserved, but I still wondered why Sookie hadn’t said anything to me about it. No wonder she was pissed that I hadn’t warned her about Dawn; apparently being my wife was a dangerous thing.
“No, Sookie didn’t get hurt. I saw the whole thing. She’s such a turn on; I’m pissed that you found her first.”
I hadn’t noticed Pam’s arrival until I heard her voice and turned asking, “Is that the fight you were talking about last night?”
She looked at me like I was retarded asking, “Do you think I’d give a shit about any of the vermin throwing down?” When both Alcide and I had a look on our faces that said clearly ‘No’ she continued, “Anyway, I have a busy day today getting your father blacklisted from any and everywhere, but I just stopped in to tell you to let Sookie know that I’m taking her shopping for a dress for the premier party tomorrow night. I don’t want her showing up in one of those sundresses looking like a lamb for the slaughter. ”
Shit. After last night’s blow-up I didn’t even know if Sookie would be there when I got home, but I didn’t want to tell them about our fight either. Pam would kill me and Alcide would try and make his move on Sookie.
“Umm…I don’t know. She might already have plans.” Like moving her stuff back out of the house.
“Then she’ll have to change her plans,” Pam said while scrolling through her BlackBerry, “I’m your Master now and since she’s married to you, I’m officially her Master-In-Law.” She turned and walked back out the door throwing out over her shoulder, “I’ll pick her up at your place around six.”
The rest of the day was filled with rehearsals and fittings, but my mind was distracted with thoughts of Sookie. When I finally got done a little after four o’clock I sat in my car both wanting and dreading to go home. If we hadn’t had that fight the night before, I’d be racing to get there hoping to catch her in my bed again, but now I was afraid I’d catch her boxing her stuff up so she could leave. I stared at the empty passenger seat next to me and recalled the hurt in her eyes, hearing my thoughtless apology, and recalled my decision to get a new car. Not only did I not want any reminders of the women I’d had in this car before her, I didn’t want the memory of her being hurt by me when she sat in it.
Hoping I’d have a chance to make new memories with her, I headed to the dealership in search of a fresh start. It took longer than I’d expected to get the red Corvette I wanted because the only one they had available with the options I wanted was still sitting on the back of a truck containing their new shipment, so I had to wait for them to unload it and get it ready so I could take it with me. The interior was a dark charcoal gray which was different than the beige one the black car had, so it gave me a peace of mind with it being completely different both inside and out. I always thought beige only belonged on walls anyway.
I knew I wouldn’t have much time before the guys arrived for the poker game, since getting the car had taken so long, but I hoped to have at least a few minutes alone with Sookie so I could tell her I was sorry. When I got to the house I noticed an unfamiliar truck sitting in the driveway and my stomach dropped thinking Sookie had borrowed it so she could move her stuff.
Out of the house.
Out of my life.
I parked in the garage and entered the house, filled with dread inside, when I heard the sound of unrecognizable male voices along with Sookie’s laughter coming from the kitchen. As I entered the room I immediately noticed the brawny looking one sitting with a beer and had a stray thought, wondering if Sookie had brought him as a bodyguard, before I looked over and saw another one standing alongside of her at the counter. When my eyes finally met hers I could tell she was apprehensive, but with no indicators as to why, all I could do was say, “Hi.”
Sookie introduced both men and I recognized Sam’s name as one of the teachers she’d said she met at the school. I could tell she felt comfortable around him and I wondered briefly if there was more to the story than what she’d told me. Was she playing games and this was her way of paying me back for the night before? It wouldn’t be the first time a woman tried to use another man to get me jealous.
It would be the first time it was working though.
The bodyguard stood and shook my hand, seemingly friendly enough, and I gave a short nod towards my maybe-rival, when Sookie announced she’d invited them both to stay to play poker. I didn’t mind because that meant Sookie wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and I both saw and smelled that she’d been cooking for everyone, so it set my mind at ease a bit. Besides, the poker table was big enough to hold all of us, but when I looked over and saw it had been replaced by a regular table I was happily confused. I didn’t remember any of what she’d claimed we’d talked about moving it into the den two nights earlier, but just the fact she’d gone out that day and bought a new table for the kitchen brought me hope. I didn’t think she would have bothered if she didn’t plan on staying.
I was about to ask her if we could talk in private for a minute because I was dying to apologize, but the sound of the guys making their way into the house made it impossible at the moment. I watched Alcide smile and wave at her, happy to see her like a dog wagging its tail, followed by Tray. I could tell Sookie recognized him from the crease in her brow, but what really shocked me was when her eyes landed on Bill. She stared at him for a moment too long and the color drained from her face making me wonder what the hell was going on.
Did she know him?
When no one said anything I figured it was my turn to make the introductions, but I kept my eyes on Sookie watching her reaction when I introduced Bill.
“Sookie, this is Tray Dawson, my trainer at the gym, and this is Bill Compton. He’s one of the actors on the show.”
She was still studying Bill’s face before she tore her eyes away from him to look at Tray and smiled saying, “I remember you from the gym. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Her eyes went back to Bill, but the smile disappeared from her face when all she said was, “Hello.”
‘Hello’, nice to see you again? Or ‘Hello’, we’ve never met before?
When it became apparent she wasn’t going to say anything else I made a mental note to find out what was behind it all before pointing at Sam and saying, “That’s Sam; he works with Sookie.” I looked at him and said, “Sorry, I didn’t catch your last name.”
“Merlotte,” he offered as he shook hands with the guys.
I turned to the bodyguard and said, “This is Terry. I don’t know your last name either.”
“Merlotte,” he smiled back at me.
“Oh, are you guys brothers?” I asked. They didn’t look like it, but maybe one of them was adopted.
He smiled wider answering, “No, we’re married.”
“Oh, well that’s great.” It really was. Not only did I feel better knowing Sam wasn’t a potential rival, I now knew that Sookie wasn’t trying to play games. I should have known better than to think she had been and felt even worse for assuming she was. The desire to apologize was eating away at me inside, but Sookie chose that moment to put a stack of plates on the counter next to the food she’d prepared saying, “Eat up while it’s hot,” and the others swarmed around the countertop like a pack of animals.
When it appeared they were all distracted by the food on their plates I took the opportunity to walk up to Sookie and quietly asked, “Can I speak to you for a minute in private?”
She hadn’t been eating anything, but swallowed hard anyway, and nodded following me into the laundry room where we could have some privacy. As soon as I shut the door behind us I turned to face her and said, “I’m sorry about last night.”
Relief flooded her face and my chest ached seeing tears fill her eyes as she said, “I’m sorry too. I’ve been a wreck all day and it was unfair for me to be so nasty to you last night. I guess I’ve just been feeling a bit overwhelmed still.”
My arms automatically encircled her waist, drawing her closer to me, wanting to take away her sadness and I was ridiculously happy feeling her arms wrap around me as she snuggled into my chest. I inhaled her scent, having missed it all day long, and kissed the top of her head saying, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have snapped at you the way I did. You had every right to be mad at me, especially after I heard what happened to you last night with that bitch Dawn.”
My heart lightened both hearing and feeling her giggle as she asked, “Is that Jack-O-Lantern’s name?” At my prodding she went on to tell me everything that was said between the two of them and I could see why Pam was so enamored of her; they were practically cut from the same cloth. Only Sookie had been cut from cashmere and lace while Pam had been cut from leather and chainmail.
“It’s true you know,” I said, not realizing I was speaking my inner thoughts out loud.
“What’s true?” she asked with her face still pressed against my chest.
I couldn’t believe I was admitting it to her out loud when I finally said, “If I really had known you all along, I would’ve come running to you, begging you to be mine so I wouldn’t have to deal with the likes of them anymore.”
I felt her gasp hearing my admission and worried that maybe I’d said too much. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away, but she’d said she didn’t know how I really felt about her right before our fight last night. Now she knew.
My body stiffened when I felt her pull back from my embrace, but something else stiffened when her hands snaked their way up my chest and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss. My arms held her tighter as I was once again lost in the taste of her with everything outside of our embrace momentarily forgotten. It wasn’t a feral and demanding kiss like our last one had been in my bed, but tender and sweet; a promise and an apology to each other all rolled into one.
It was perfect, just like her.