Hey everyone, thanks for reading Part One, sending in your comments, liking, reblogging, whatever you did! It really means a lot to me that you enjoyed what I have so far, and I'm looking forward to writing more and sharing with you.
I'm going to be on vacation from Wednesday through the end of the week, so Part Three may be a little slower in coming. I'll try to write when/where I can, but I just might not have much of a chance for a few days.
In this installment, Riley opens up to Lucas a bit, they arrive in Cape Cod, and Lucas meets Auggie.
"So tell me," Lucas says, pushing his laptop shut and angling towards Riley in the confines of their airline seats, "what sort of lion's den am I going to be walking into when we get to the Cape?"
Riley closes her magazine and looks at her companion. They're well into the flight, somewhere over the Midwest and having already spent a fair amount of time chatting and deciding on some more relevant pieces of the story they're going to tell people they've been doing their own thing. She's been pretending to read while her mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the coming week and he's been doing something on a laptop that she hasn't tried to look too closely at, not wanting to be seen as nosy.
For all the 'getting to know you' chatting they've done so far, the topics have been centered around her; Riley's not sure if it's a matter of professionalism or just who Lucas is as a person, but he hasn't shared much about himself, even something as minor as his favorite color. He insists that if anyone at the wedding asks about him, she can improvise and he'll go along with it. No matter the reasoning, Riley figures he clearly values his privacy and doesn't want to violate his trust.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you didn't lie to your brother about having a date and hire me just for the fun of it." Lucas clarifies. "The whole thing obviously makes you nervous. But the the thought of going to this wedding alone worries you more. And I want to help you with that, but I have to know what I'm helping with."
"It's...complicated." Riley equivocates, not wanting to delve into the whole sordid tale. She knows there's little point in keeping it secret-Lucas surely sees her as just another overwrought client that he has to put up with to earn his living-but a part of her wants to spare herself the embarrassment and maybe have him see her as one of the nicer, more enjoyable clients. She can't even explain why she wants that when she has every intention to never see him again after this week, but she does.
"If it were simple you'd probably be on this flight alone right now."
Riley almost scowls at Lucas' gentle but matter-of-fact tone, but limits herself to simply sighing. It's not his fault that things are the way they are, and he's just trying to get the information he needs to do his job well. Maybe a few vague bits and pieces wouldn't hurt. Just so he'll know what to expect. "Let's just say, I'm not what my parents were hoping for in a daughter, and they aren't very good at pretending that I am."
"Your parents are disappointed that their daughter is a nurse in a pediatric emergency room?"
It should be illegal for a man's confused expression to be so attractive, Riley thinks.
"Does it also bother them that you brake for animals in the road?" Lucas continues. "And that you participate in the NPR and PBS pledge drives?"
She figures him getting offended on her behalf now is just him getting into 'character'. There's no other logical reason for him to be so bothered, even if he does think she's nice or something like that. He barely knows her, and he's never met her parents, so how could he possibly be sure enough in her assessment of the situation (and of his assessment of her for that matter) to start defending her? It has to be a part of the job.
"It's not my work that they don't like." She corrects. "It's that...they don't know how to relate to me I think? My dad used to, but the older I got the more my interests changed and the less he seemed to want to deal with me. I don't think it's because he stopped loving me or anything but I think he couldn't navigate what having a daughter post-puberty meant. And my mom...my mom is this amazing lawyer. She's incredibly smart and strong; she's constantly helping people and changing the world. But I'm not a carbon copy of her and I don't think she could ever figure out how to connect with me. We shared some traits but our personalities are very different and the older I got the more obvious it was that she didn't think our differences were a good thing."
"That had to have been hard, not having a bond with the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally is one of the most painful feelings…"
Riley glances down at her tray table where she'd started folding the corner of her magazine cover back and forth during the conversation-just to give her hands something to do. "It's not even that. The story of my life is people not liking me for who I am."
"Even if that's the case," Lucas says, laying his hand on top of hers and stilling her fingers, "it's different when it's family. When it's your parents… It can't be easy."
It's the first time they've really touched outside of their initial meeting and a couple of moments as they walked through the airport where he guided her with his hand on the small of her back and Riley freezes. How can one hand on top of another-just his five fingers resting on hers and a small brush of his thumb-feel so intimate? Does he even feel that or is this just another rote gesture for him, like using antibacterial gel on her hands every time she enters an exam room is for her?
"You get used to it." Riley nearly moves her hand away to break the connection (it feels like at any moment the soft warmth could turn and consume her and then she'll be a goner) but stops herself, reasoning that she has to get comfortable with small gestures like this; this is how couples act and everyone at the wedding has to believe that they're a couple if this week is going to work. She settles for biting the inner corner of her lip and trying to disconnect herself from the sensation instead.
This is make believe. A business transaction, nothing more. Don't go falling for someone you can never have, Riley. It'll only hurt you.
"Maybe you do but…" Lucas' thumb sweeps across the back of her hand again, "you shouldn't have to, and I'm sorry you did."
Her inner monologue doesn't work. She can't look away from his eyes-his deep, green, sorrowful, lovely eyes- and what starts as a trickling shiver down her spine starts to feel more like a flood of hot tea. They sit, staring for one second, then two, and then Riley realizes he's waiting for her to say something.
Completely unsure of what to do, Riley pulls her hand back. "T-thanks." She undoes her seatbelt and stands, bending slightly to avoid hitting her head against the ceiling. "I, um, have to…" She points towards the back of the plane.
Lucas gets that smile on his face again as he rises to let her slide past him.
Riley mentally repeats her mantra a couple more times as she walks down the aisle and barricades herself in the tiny bathroom to give herself a few moments to get her head back on straight.
She is in so much trouble.
Thoughts of inappropriately falling for Lucas are out of Riley's mind by the time they're on the ground in Massachusetts and driving from the airport the hour or so it takes to reach Cape Cod. She attributes this to two things: 1) the plane was a confined space, whereas Lucas had suggested that they rent a sporty convertible for the week ('If this week is about projecting a new image to your family, that car will paint one hell of a picture') allowing most of the tension to dissipate into the air as it arises and 2) the closer they get to the bed and breakfast where the wedding party and immediate family of the bride and groom will be staying, the further her mind drifts from thoughts of anything other than what's going to happen over the course of the week and how she's going to make it through, even with the help of Lucas.
There's a lot of unpredictability in play. She doesn't see any of these people very often anymore, hasn't outside of major holidays (and even those she sometimes skips these days) since the middle of her undergraduate degree; it was easier to move to the west coast for school and never look back.
Riley would love to think that she'll be able to go through the week invisibly, just popping into the forefront of activity when she's performing her wedding duties to Auggie and fading into the background the rest of the time, but she figures that her luck isn't that good; a lot of her good fortune had to have been cashed in for her to have seemingly hit the jackpot on the escort front (she has to think that good-looking, interesting, guys that are not only respectful, but also manage to come off as genuinely caring have to be rare, even in the unfamiliar world of high end male escorts).
"What are you thinking?" Lucas' question draws her out of her thoughts and back to reality. They're well into one of the many beach towns on the Cape, she realizes, probably quite close to the B & B, but stuck in a substantial traffic jam, so Lucas is risking next to nothing by taking his eyes off the road to look at her.
"Just worrying about this week." Riley answers. "Who's gonna be here, what's gonna go wrong…"
Traffic inches forward, and Lucas turns his gaze back. "Do you do that often?"
"Do what?" Riley frowns. She's not doing anything.
"Borrow trouble." He shrugs, like it's something obvious. "I know you don't have a great relationship with your parents but that doesn't mean something's gonna go wrong. And when you assume that it will...you're setting yourself up so that even if things go well, you'll be so tense that you won't get to enjoy it."
"Something will go wrong." Riley shifts a little in her seat. When that doesn't ease her discomfort she reaches over to adjust the vent for the air conditioner. "It always does. Someone will say the wrong thing, or take something too far, or be upset because not everyone is happy enough for them and-," She cuts herself, realizing she hadn't intended to say the last bit. She shakes her head and starts to correct herself. "Something will go wrong, and inevitably, I'm the one who will be blamed. So I'd rather plan for that and be tense than hope for the best and be disappointed again when nothing changes."
Lucas doesn't say anything for a moment, taking the moments when traffic isn't moving to consider her carefully. When he finally speaks, it's soft and Riley can't assess his tone. "You didn't even scratch the surface with what you told me on the plane, did you?"
"Like I said. It's complicated."
They don't say anything else for the rest of the drive.
"Riley-Ellie!"
"Auggie-Orrie!" Riley abandons getting her things out of the trunk of the rental car in favor of rushing her younger brother near the bed and breakfast's porch steps. She throws her arms around him and launches him up in a spin-their longstanding tradition, her worries temporarily forgotten in the face of the reason for the trip. This part of the trip she's more than happy to deal with. "How does it feel to be an almost-married man?" She asks, lowering Auggie back to the ground. "Is she driving you crazy yet?"
"It's a-maz-ing." He grins, every inch the dramatic boy he always has been. "I can't believe we finally made it to the wedding week. And with none of the nightmares of a typical Matthews Marriage."
"There's still time." He was, of course, referring to the pattern that had started with their parents. Their wedding had nearly been a disaster several times over from meddling relatives, a massive fight between the groom and his best friend, and of course Uncle Eric stealing the venue and reception out from under an unsuspecting diaper tycoon. Then Aunt Morgan's wedding had ended up with her being left at the alter. After that, Uncle Eric had tried his hand at marriage to have the whole thing wind up under a mandatory evacuation order due to severe weather and flood risk. Uncle Josh's nuptials hadn't experienced any of the bad luck of his siblings but he had eloped and Riley knew her grandmother considered being left out of the big day as big of a fiasco as anything her other boys had been through (Morgan being dumped the day of was, of course, in a class all it's own).
"I figure the curse will end with me." Auggie says, quite confidently. "I have something that the rest of the family didn't."
Riley quirks her eyebrow. "Yeah, what's that?"
"Ava Morgenstern."
He has a point. Ava had been strong-willed at age six and had only grown more self-assured as they got older. She had standards for everything that she did, and woe be to the person who stood in the way of her exceeding them. It's entirely possible, Riley thinks, that if Ava decided she wanted a sunny day for her wedding and a cloud appeared in the sky, that the girl would simply plant herself in place to glare up at the sky and will the cloud into retreating.
"Well, you've got me there." She concedes, smirking and glancing down the wraparound porch. "Where is my future sister-in-law?"
"One of her bridesmaids stumbled at graduation so she is hosting a pre-rehearsal walk-down-the-aisle-in-your heels practice session before she has to get back here for the big family welcome dinner."
Again, not exactly out of character for Ava. "You mean the high school graduation that happened three years ago?"
"The middle school one, actually. Ava has a long memory." Auggie says matter-of-factly. "But enough about that." He taps her shoulder. "How are you? How was your flight? Where is this mysterious boyfriend that you never once mentioned until all of a sudden you were bringing him here?"
Riley knows he's only really asking the last question; he cares about the other stuff too, but they talk all the time, so the sticking point for him is definitely that she hasn't ever talked about Lucas before. Auggie will be the hardest sell of the weekend, not only because he knows the most details of her life to poke holes in her story, but because he's always been suspicious of her suitors and protective of her. She'll have to be careful to be as normal as possible around him.
"I'm fine, the flight was long, and Lucas is getting our things out of the car." She jerks her thumb over her shoulder towards the parking lot. She can't help but glancing over her shoulder as she does so. Playing it cool might be the best option to lower any suspicions but she's never been very good at it. Her nerves always manage to take over.
Auggie follows the gesture and blinks. "The blond guy in the jeans and the smedium t-shirt?"
"Yeah."
"The one pretending it takes more than thirty seconds to take two bags out of the trunk of a ridiculously beautiful sports car?"
"Uh-huh."
"The one who looks like he was ripped from the cover of American Apple Pie Boy's Next Door?"
Not exactly how she would have put it but she can't exactly deny the resemblance is there. "That's the one."
"Are you sure?"
"Auggie!" Riley smacks lightly at her brother's shoulder.
He dodges, laughing. "I'm sorry, but I watched a lot of guys flirt with you when you were pulling shifts at the bakery and whenever you were into it, it was not with the guys that looked like that." He waves his hand up and down. "That is not the sort of guy you go for. I know I haven't seen him without a shirt off or anything but I'm pretty sure his abs have abs."
Riley's not sure how she's supposed to respond. Partially because Auggie is right-she has never dated or even seriously flirted with a guy that's so blatantly handsome and athletic; Charlie had been her first serious relationship and after him it had taken her a long time to even want to flirt and date again. It had taken even longer to start tackling the resulting self-esteem issues, a problem that, if she's being honest with herself, she's still working on. She's never really been sure that guys who look like Lucas are genuinely interested in her so it's always been easier to treat them as if they aren't and stick with other types of guys.
She's also at a loss because she also has never seen Lucas without his shirt off. Which sounds incredibly stupid, she knows, but the moment Auggie mentions it, Riley realizes that the status of Lucas' abdominal muscles is almost definitely something that she should be aware of. After all, as far as everyone else is concerned, she and Lucas have been dating for several months.
And for all the planning she and Lucas have done, discussing the details of the nature of their fake relationship like where they met and where he took her on their one month anniversary, they have not really talked about whether or not they've taken any kinds of steps as a fake couple where she really would be privy to the what sort of torso he is barely concealing beneath his t-shirts.
"Yeah, he is really...really muscular." It seems like a safe enough comment; anyone with eyes can tell that the man has muscles, even when he has his shirt on.
"Who's that?"
Riley nearly jumps out of her skin in the split second it takes for her to realize that the smiling voice near her ear and the arm snaking around her waist belong to Lucas, but when she reaches her conclusion she manages to tamp back her reaction to something that she hopes is a bit more appropriate for being joined by one's boyfriend. She still stiffens in surprise, but manages to release most of the tension and ease back into the embrace with a nervous giggle. "You."
Being this close to Lucas, there's really no question: with or without his shirt, he has a very healthy form. Riley swallows.
"I don't think I'm that-,"
"You are." Riley and Auggie cut off Lucas' protest in unison, then share a grin.
"Well I'm not gonna argue the point too strongly." Lucas says. He glances between the two siblings. "Did I take enough time getting the bags out of the car for you two to catch up or do you need me to go back?"
"Nope, you're perfect." Riley answers and then realizes what she said. She blushes and peers briefly at the ground, even as Lucas threads the fingers of one hand with hers and squeezes gently. She supposes that's probably meant to be reassuring and a message that they're doing OK but it's just another reminder of how bizarre and out-of-character this situation is; she doesn't do this sort of close contact with people she's known forever, and yet here she is with a practical stranger. And not hating it. Struggling to figure out what to say and how to act the part, but not hating it. "I was just about to tell Auggie about you. Auggie, this is Lucas. The guy I've been seeing."
Lucas doesn't let go of her hand, merely uses his other hand to reach over and greet Auggie and offer his congratulations on the wedding. "You know, Riley's told me so much, it's great to finally meet you."
"Likewise." Auggie nods. "I mean, Riley hasn't told me very much at all. Nothing actually. But it's always fun to meet the guys who manage wiggle their way into her life."
Auggie is supposed to be the easiest part of the week, but at the shrewd look on her little brother's face, Riley is starting to think that while it may be on a different front from the rest of the family, he might be just as much trouble.