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Chapter Ten

*Violet's Point of View*

The morning after all but freezing to death waiting for Jake to return to me, I hid my feelings. I stuffed them all inside of my heart and built up a castle wall complete with moat and dragons around my heart that even King Henry VIII would be jealous of. It was much easier ignoring what had happened rather than dealing with it, so that is what I did. I ignored it, and I had gotten pretty good and changing the subject when Bry would casually suggest calling him. It had seemed that I could get over him, and go on with my life as if he never existed. I didn't work with him, at I silently thanked Sig for hiring me. I could go back to the crew, and they would love me and take care of me as one of their own. But life isn't that easy…

Everyday was the same. Get up, take a shower, get dressed, busy myself with things to do, sleep. Slowly life was moving on, and I was getting better at not thinking about the man that broke my heart.

"Hey Bry, I'm gonna go do some light retail therapy. Can I borrow your tele?" I quickly asked while walking into her room. She was on the house phone talking to none other than Edgar. She pulled the mouth piece away from her face.

"Where is yours?" She insisted while giving me a look of irritation for this was the fifth time this week I had borrowed her blackberry.

I quickly gulped and replied, "I lost it, and it's on silent." If she only knew that I had turned it off the morning after the incident at Dutch. I didn't want to hear from anyone with the last name of Harris. I'd promised myself to buy a new phone, with a new number once I had to go back to Dutch for Opie season. I knew that if I turned it back on, I would fall back into Jake's death drip on my heart. "Please?" I pouted and jutted out my bottom lip. "I'll be your best friend forever."

She smiled and tossed me her blackberry from her pocket, "You already are my best friend forever. Drive safe and be home for dinner." She was always nagging that I was home in time for dinner, but that was one of the many reasons we were best friends.

Retail therapy had gone from low-key to buy-me. I was pretty sure I had bought at least twenty new items from Sephora, and several new outfits. Six hours, four hundred and fifty dollars later, I found myself pulling into the driveway and a mysterious black Dodge Ram complete with Hemi parked in the driveway. The first thought that came to mind was that Bry's dad had come to visit for dinner, but then I saw familiar sandy blond hair in the kitchen window.

Oh god…

-Bryrony's Point of View-

The weeks following the end of King Crab season were pretty calm, actually. Violet and I were doing the best we could as far as coping anyway. Edgar and I had been talking pretty much everyday which helped me somewhat. I still hadn't told Edgar about the baby but I figured I could tell him when he came down to visit. I thought this was more of a face to face kind of thing rather then a tell it over the phone kind of thing. Maybe it would have been easier to tell him on the phone, but I wanted to just tell him face to face and just get it over with. I could do this, I owed Edgar this much.

"Hey," I said as Edgar picked up on his side of the line.

"Hey. Where's Violet?"

"She just left for a day of retail therapy. It's her third day in a row." I shook my head as I moved around the kitchen, pulling out different pans and food I would need for dinner. I had no idea how I was going to pull this off, I couldn't cook for anything. I poked at the chicken sitting on the counter. This was bad.

"Does she know Jake is coming?"

"No."

"What are you doing?" he asked, I could practically see his raised eyebrow.

I poked at the chicken again. Chicken and rice, it seemed simple enough, right? Wrong. I stared at the bag of rice. Jesus, how was I ever going to get married if I couldn't even cook? Epic fail. "Trying to figure out how to make chicken and rice."

"All you have to do is bake it, right?"

"I don't know."

"Do you have to boil the rice?"

"I don't know."

"Do you have to boil the chicken?"

"I don't know."

"Do you...."

"Edgar, if you ask me another question I will smack you when you get here. You're the freaking cook, you should know these things."

"Oh, I do. I just love getting you stirred up."

I huffed as I set the rice onto boil. Surely I couldn't screw this up. "Where are you guys?"

"Not too far away."

I turned at the sound of a knock on the door. Oh, awesome. I dumped the rice into the dish and threw the chick on top. All set. I set the timer and went to answer the door. As soon as I opened it, Edgar scooped me into his arms and pressed his lips to mine.

"Hi," he said as he put me down.

"Hi." I looked over his shoulder at Jake and offered him a smile, "Hey Jake."

*Violet's Point of View*

I gingerly held the bags in my arms and stepped over the threshold of our front door. It was as if I let go of the bags, I would fly away. Edgar came into full view, and my heart kind of dropped and flew at the same time. It was both exciting and terrifying. I didn't want to face my crew until I absolutely had to, and even then, it was too soon. I quietly closed the front door behind me and clicked the lock ever so softly. Holding my breath, I made my way to the grand staircase.

Bryrony was looking at something in the oven, and the smell of burnt chicken filled my senses. She was never the best at cooking, but hell, she's give you a run for your money when it came to baking. I tried to sneak up the stairs, hoping to God that Edgar wouldn't see me, but to no avail.

"I'm not as dumb as I look, Fish," Edgar's deep voice filled my ears, blood pounding in my head. "You aren't very good at being sneaky." I turned around to see Edgar's all-knowing smirk and Bry's apologetic look behind him.

A sigh of defeat came out of me and I replied slowly, "Hey boss." A blush came to Bry's cheeks. Something about the word 'deck boss' did something to her. He knew what it did to her too, so he used it as often as he could.

"Good to see you too, Fish." He smiled warmly. "You kind of died there for awhile." If he only knew the real truth. I had spent over $5,000 of my new paycheck from the double king crab season and the retail therapy wasn't working as well as it normally should.

"Yeah," I joked, "I decided to keep my Dutch life away from home life, and never let the two mix." I said seriously and eyed Bry's warning look behind him. "It's nice to see you."

I immediately dropped the bags and stammered down the stairs to throw an awkward hug around Edgar's torso and that's when I smelled it: cinnamon . . . Jacob. The only other time I've smelled this in my entire life has been around Jake. My heart raced in my ears as I pulled back from the hug anger struck my face.

"Where is he?" I hissed, my blood boiling, all reason going out the front door. Bry's eyes went wide and there was no hiding from me. "I swear to Christ, Edgar. If you brought him here, I'll never speak to you again."

"Relax, Goldfish," He retorted back, and added. "Go put your stuff away and come down for dinner."There was no room to question his tone. It wasn't a request, it was a command. "We will talk then, and only then, Violet."

I huffed and pouted all the way upstairs into my room and soon there was a rustling noise behind me. I quickly turned around to see Edgar pulling the door shut and a noise sounded like a chair was being shoved under the handle to lock it from the outside. What was this? The exorcism of Emily Rose? I immediately ran to the door and tried to pull open the door, only to hear the loud yell from Edgar.

"Get the drill, Red!" My strength was no match for his, for he had been a crab fisherman longer than I had been alive. He easily held the door shut against all of my weight pressing against the door. Soon the sounds of the Black and Decker drill were filling my ears as three shiny silver screws penetrated the flimsy wood of my door.

"What the fuck Edgar! Please let me out! I'll be good, I'll wash the dishes, I won't complain about Bry's terrible cooking." I yelled out, my hands getting numb from banging on the door.

"Violet?" Jake's voice rang in my head. I dared not turn around for fear I really was hallucinating. "Violet, look at me." He pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. My stomach was in my throat and threatened to come out of my mouth. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my numb fingers formed fists at my sides.

"You're not real." I spoke, the tone of my voice faltering with a silent sob. "You didn't come back for me." I hissed angrily as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Why are you here? I swear to Christ, I'm going to kill those two!"

"You've been ignoring my calls, and texts," Jake's voice was coming closer to me. "I had no idea you were going to be here either!"

In that moment I felt a hand on my shoulder and I reacted without thinking. Immediately I closed my eyes while curling around and threw a left hook to kill. My fist connected with tissue and broke skin instantly. I pulled my fist back and opened my eyes to find Jake clutching the right side of his face. I gasped and my eyes went wide. He was real.

"Jesus, Violet, what the fuck was that for?" He snarled and stifled a groan.

My anger flared up again and I soon was radiating hatred, "For leaving me behind, Jacob." I hissed and backed up a few steps. "I'm not sure if you realize, but I don't jump dick first into relationships like you do. Trust is a hard thing to come by with me."

Jake let go of his face and a smirk played at his lips, almost making me forget my anger towards him . . . almost. "Violet," He sighed while his right eye squinted, "The old man was sick, I had to go with him to the doc's office. I thought I told you." His smirk melted into that irresistible smile of his, while purple and black blotches formed around his right eye.

I had forgotten about the condition of Phil's health, selfishly and suddenly it all came flooding back. I do recall a bartender telling me something of Jake's sudden leave, although too much whiskey tends to make me forget things.

I felt my anger melt away into shame and then remorse, "I'm sorry, Jacob . . ." but before I could finish his lips were pressed onto mine, holding my hands above my head with his right hand while the other explored the curves of my upper body.

I can't remember how long it took, but suddenly my clothes were on the floor and my head on my pillow under the white cotton sheets.

God, I missed him…

-Bryrony's Point of View-

I couldn't believe we were doing this, Violet was going to kill us. Come to think of it, Jake probably would too. He had no idea what we were up to. At the calling of my name, I looked up, drill in hand. "Here," I said, handing it over to Edgar. I watched as he drilled in the screws, locking my best friend and her... what was he to her anyway? Did it matter? Point was, Jake and Violet were locked in one room and I hoped, for mine and Edgar's sake, that the two could work things out.

After Violet's threats died down, I turned to look at Edgar. He grinned down at me and I just shook my head as I turned for the kitchen. I looked at the burned chicken and rice dish, man, I sucked. Again, I shook my head and put it back in the now turned off oven. I smiled slightly as Edgar wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I think our plan is going to work."

"Oh, yeah. It's ingenious and fool proof," I said, turning in his grip. "Unless Violet kills Jake. If that happens, I'm telling Phil it was all your idea."

Edgar laughed and kissed the top of my head. As I looked into his warm brown eyes, I remembered I still had something to tell him. I didn't want to, in fact, I almost decided not to. Of course, that wouldn't be fair. I took his hand and led him into the living room.

"Bry?" he asked, confusion written clearly in his tone. I figured he was probably worried as to what had made my playful mood suddenly turn into a rather serious one.

I made him sit down before I stood in front of him, arms wrapped around myself. "Edgar, I have to tell you something." I know these words tend to freak people out, so much runs through your head.

"What's going on Bryrony?"

I looked down, not able to meet his caring gaze. "I was pregnant."

"Was?" he repeated.

"Yeah, was. I miscarried."

"How long ago."

"Before we left for the second round of King Crab," I told him, barely above a whisper. This time, I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze.

"Oh, babe." He reached out for me but I moved back.

"No. I can't handle you being all sweet and caring. You're supposed to be mad not sympathetic. I basically killed it." I could feel the tears already flowing and I hated it. I should have been stronger then this.

It was a few quiet seconds later that I felt his strong arms wrap around me, hold me close. I tried to fight him, I didn't deserve this. All the while, he held me tighter, telling me softly that it was okay. I wasn't sure if it was because I loved him or if it because it was the truth, I believed him.

"You two okay?" I heard a female voice ask and looked up to see that it was Violet. I gave her a look and she nodded.

"Yeah, we're fine," Edgar's gruff voice answered. It was then that we both seemed to stop and take in the appearance of the couple standing before us. Their clothes were rumpled, lipstick was all over Jake's face as well as a black eye, and I'm pretty sure there was a hickey on the side of Violet's neck. "Seems you two made up."

Jake nodded and grinned at this. I noticed is arm snake around Violet's waist and pull her a little closer into his side. "You do know you two are dead, right?"

I shook my head, "Oh no. This was all Edgar's fault, you can blame my...," I paused and looked at him. "Edgar, what are you?"

"I'm a man, at least, I'm pretty sure."

"Smart ass. I mean, what are you to me."

He bit his thumb nail in thought and I had to cross my arms to keep from touching him. Damn him. "Your man-friend?" he finally answered.

I stared at him in disbelief before slapping his shoulder. "My man-friend? Seriously, Edgar?"

"What?" He looked as if he had no idea what he had done wrong.

"I tell you I love you and all you come up with is man-friend?"

"Looks like someone's on the couch tonight," said Jake in a mocking tone.

Turning around, I started for the kitchen. It was as I took my first step that Edgar pulled me into him and laughed. "I love you, Red. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Does that make you my boyfriend?" I asked before he answered my question with a kiss.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to vomit," Violet said as she pretended to gag.

"We could show them up," I just barely heard Jake whisper into her ear. Gross.