Emma spent the next few days with Holly. Doing things she would have
done with Melody. Going to the movies, or to the mall. They took Scrap to
dog beach and baked cookies. Stanley was at the shop for the most part but
he made it a point to have lunch with them. Either they met him and went
out or he would come by the house where they made sandwiches. Emma and
Holly had become fast friends, and Stanley was finding he was becoming more
attracted to her as each day went by.
Rachel was having a hard time connecting with Emma. They played phone tag for a few days and finally on the 30th, a day before New Years Eve, they arranged to meet for Happy Hour at a Mexican resteraunt in Emma's neighborhood. Emma was in high spirits because in less than two hours she would be picking up her kids at the airport and she was anxious to have a full house once again. She had missed them terribly and knew that spending time with Holly had taken her mind off them, even if it was only for a little while. It was a crisp clear evening, but it was Southern California, and even in December not very cold. Emma wanted to sit on the outside terrace, it was more like a sidewalk cafe...but there were heat lamps spaced around the tables so it was pleasant and she liked being outdoors. She sipped on a Marguerita, while Rachel leaned over the table firing questions at her.
"Okay, I want to hear it all. I've been getting phone calls from Meg you know, all week about the sighting of your car in front of Stanley Jobson's house. It's eating her up inside."
"You're kidding right? Has she really been driving by his house? That is sick, Rachel."
"So it's true, your car has been there everyday since Xmas?"
Emma was a bit embarrassed, "Well, it's been there, yes....but I went to see Holly. Her dad has been working and we've been hanging out together."
"How sweet...but I know there is more to it than that. I am sure you have been seeing Stanley while you were there."
"Briefly..."
Rachel cut her off... :"Aha,so give me the juicy details."
"There's none to give."
"Come on, Emma, there has to be something. He must like you a little, I mean he's invited you over to be with his daughter. And you spent Christmas with him."
"You know Rachel, it's not like when you meet a guy, and they find you irresisitable and they ask you out right away and within a week you are sleeping with them...Stanley doesn't think of me that way."
"How can you be so sure?"
"For one thing, he hasn't asked me out and I really don't think I would go if he did...and he really is only interested in my mother qualities."
"That sounds kinky." Rachel smiled.
"Holly likes me. And he's looking for a mother figure for her. I suit that bill, wouldn't you say? "
"Well, yes, but I am sure it's more than that. I've seen the way he looks at you."
Emma thought about those looks. They were becoming more frequent and she felt much more intense on his part. The way he would look at her when she entered the room, that smile, the way he would move his eyebrows..the way their eyes would lock for a few seconds. Emma would find her heart racing, a tingly sensation run through her body. But she refused to believe it was anything. She still couldn't grasp that this guy could ever find her the least bit attractive.
Rachel sensed her getting down about something, and reached over putting her hand on top of hers, "You know, Emma, since you met Stanley there's something different about you."
"What do you mean?"
"I know you still feel that no one could possibly be interested in you, but he's had an effect on you. For the better. You seem more confident and assure of yourself. Whether you want to admit that or not. And the doom and gloom Emma is fading."
"I am not all doom and gloom."
"Not anymore. But you were. At school you dove into your job and the kids and that is great, but as soon as you left school, you were all doom and gloom. Feeling sorry for yourself. Everytime you knew Gary had a new girlfriend, it was like a knife going in a little deeper. You deserve this, Emma. You deserve some happiness and I can see in the last week, you are much happier. If it's because of Holly fine. But I believe Stanley Jobson is the reason you have come alive. Let it happen, stop thinking about the what ifs. Enjoy the ride."
Rachel knew her to well. She had been feeling sorry for herself for much to long. And she had to admit he had given her some hope. Even if he wasn't interested her in that way, he had become a friend. Someone she was feeling comfortable with, someone who accepted her for who she was, someone who made her feel alive.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Stanley and Brent closed up shop around 7pm..Stanley was finishing up the accounts, adding the days totals into the file. Brett casually sat on the edge of the desk, just as Stanley clicked save and swiveled his chair to face him.
"Did you finish up with Tom Ashton's upgrade?"
"All finished, boss...and I started to scan for the virus on Mrs. Claymore's Mac."
"I should stay and get that sorted out. She wanted it back tomorrow."
"Go home. I can be in here early tomorrow and get it going. I think she is being paranoid, there is probably no virus. You know, Stanley, you need to stop thinking about work so much."
"Someone's got to think about it. It is my bread and butter, you know and if you want a pay check every two weeks..." Actually that wasn't the case. Stanley was mum about the money he had received for payment on the job he did for Gabriel. He really didn't need to work at all, but found he needed something to keep busy, keep him out of trouble and he had been accepted into the beach community. That was important for him and Holly to have some kind of normal steady existence. Brent noticed his far off gaze. He wondered what was going on in his bosses head half the time, the guy never said anything about his life before coming here. But he wasn't one to pry. Brent liked Stanley. He was a great guy, with a passion of computers like himself and he just wanted to raise his daughter the best way he could.
"So, Stanley, got a date for tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?"
"New Years Eve. Come on, Stanley, you haven't forgotten it's New Years Eve."
"No date. Quiet at home New Years Eve with Holly."
"I know you want to spend all your free time with her, but it is New Years Eve. What about the teacher lady? "
"Emma?"
Brent raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, that's the one. The one that causes you to lose it every time she enters the room."
Stanley half laughed, "That's hardly the case."
"I'm not sure what you are waiting for. Why haven't you asked her out? She has spent everyday since Christmas at your place with Holly. And you rush out of here like a crazed lunatic at lunchtime so you can have as much time in her presence as possible."
Stanley shook his head and turned back to the computer, closing the open files. Brent continued, "Let me tell you , Stan, a woman like that...all nice and proper like...well, they're the ones that surprise you if you know what I mean."
Stanley turned back around, eyebrows lowered in confusion, "I don't think I know what you mean."
Brent leaned towards him, "Oh, come on, you know they are bubbling under the surface with all that sensuality and passion just waiting to be unleashed."
He was so serious and Stanley couldn't help but laugh, "Where are you getting this from...some porn flick?"
"You shouldn't laugh, Stan, I read about it in Penthouse actually. A whole issue devoted to naughty and nice schoolteachers. And believe you me, Emma is one of those. You can just tell."
Stan couldn't believe how serious Brent was and tried to refrain from laughing, "Sounds like you're interested, Brent. Chelsea not meeting the needs of your overly active young male hormones?"
"She is meeting them quite nicely. I have no complaints in that department...but you could use a little loving, my man, Stan." He slapped him on the back. "And I know Emma is a nice lady. And you're not the kind of guy to wham bam, see you later mam... so I see this is a good thing."
Stan continued to find this conversation amusing...he leaned back in the chair and propped his feet on the table, "So what kind of a guy am I?"
" I think you're falling for this woman...Emma."
"And how have you come to this conclusion?"
"Well, I have never seen anyone look at a woman the way you look at her when she enters a room. It's like in the movies. I don't even look at Chelsea that way and I've been with her for 2 months. Of course you're more mature, maybe that kind of thing comes with age."
"Maybe." Stanley thought about the looks. He did tend to single her out like no other. He couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Brent smiled, "So I'm right. You like her, don't you?"
Stanley took a deep breath and managed a slight smile, "yes, I like her."
"Okay, so why don't you ask her out for New Years Eve?"
"Because her kids have been away over the holidays, and they are due back tonight. She's going to want to be with them."
"Perfect. You have a family New Years Eve. Invite them out here, have a bonfire, set off fireworks....Holly would love it."
"And what's to say her kids would?"
"You don't know till you ask. This is an opportunity, Stan. Grab it. It's New Years Eve for god's sake...a kiss is imminent... the stroke of midnight...she's all yours. Bring out the lusty passion of the suppressed schoolteacher...could lead to something more promising later."
He turned off the computer and grabbed his jacket rising out of the chair, and Brent hopped off the desk, "I don't know why I listen to you."
"Because it's what you're thinking inside. Not to mention Holly likes her...it's perfect, you must see that, Stanley."
They headed towards the door, he switched on the alarm and turned off the lights, stepping outside and locking the door behind them. They both went to their cars and before they got in, Brent stopped and pointed his finger at Stanley, "Call her tonight. Before she makes other plans. Do it Stanley." He smiled and got into his car.
Stan got into the Suburban, and started the ignition. The radio blared U2's "Desire" as the car started....how ironic...
....and the fever when I'm beside her...Desire, desire and the fever...getting higher...desire, desire...burning, burning...
Maybe Brent was right, it was time he faced these feelings and see where it would lead...if anywhere.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Stanley and Holly had pizza when he got home and as they were cleaning up, after dinner he contemplated making the phone call to Emma. Holly had just finished washing the dishes, and she noticed her dad in deep thought sitting on the couch. She sat down next to him and he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him, smiling down at her. "What are you thinking, Dad?"
"I wasn't really thinking anything"
"Oh, yes, you were."
She was observant, knew when he was in a funk and wanted desperately to make him happy, the way he had made her happy since they had been together. "Okay, I was. I was thinking about tomorrow night."
"New Years Eve."
"Precisely."
"Do you have a date, are you trying to tell me, you have a date?" She looked up at him a bit concerned. She had been hoping something would spark between Emma and her Dad, and although they seemed to like each other, her Dad had not made any attempt to take it any further than the friendship that it had become. She supposed there could be someone else. Someone he had met at work or at Joe's bar. It was a thought she really didn't want to think about.
He reassured her by squeezing her tighter and teased her, "Well, you have gotten it out of me...it's true, I have a date, with the most beautiful young lady I have every laid eyes on...." by the tone of his voice she knew he was teasing, and she smiled up at him, "She so happens to be 10 years old and everything I adore in a young lady...turned up nose, freckles in all the right places, and a smile that could put the Chesire Cat out of business."
"Oh, Dad, stop it...be serious."
"I am serious."
"But what were you thinking about New Years Eve?"
"Something special we could do, just hashing around some ideas in my mind. One in particular..."
"What's that?"
"I don't know how you would feel about me inviting Emma and her kids out here to join us. We could get a fire ring down on the beach and have a bonfire, set off some fireworks....just an idea."
She looked up at him, "You are going to ask her out on date." she seemed thrilled by this prospect.
"It's not a date, I am inviting her whole family."
"It is a date, Dad. You're going to call her up and ask her out."
"We are friends, okay, that is all, Holly."
"but you want to be with her."
"I like being with her, yes...and I thought it would be fun for you to meet her kids."
"But they aren't even my age, Dad."
Stanley wasn't getting any of this right. Holly was way to smart for him. She could tell he was a bit flustered, she got up off the couch, "You want me to leave the room, while you call her?"
"No, of course not." She went into the kitchen and stood holding the phone up for him. He shook his head, "You want me to call her now?"
"Dad, you're acting really weird. So just call her." He stood up and went over to her taking the phone, "her number is on the fridge.." but he didn't need the number. One thing he was good at was numbers and he had it memorized after looking at in once. He began dialing, and gave Holly a nod of the head, feeling a little embarrassed about this whole situation. Calling for a date, god, when was the last time he had done that. Holly went back to the couch and turned on the TV, trying to act like nothing was going on, but she couldn't help but feel rather good about all of this. She had been hoping for this moment for the last week.
Emma answered on the 2nd ring, her voice had a lilting quality this evening, quite different from what he was used to and first thought it might be her daughter, then remembered her kids had just gotten home, that would be reason enough for her to sound so cheerful. He smiled at the thought of her with them. He knew how she hated to go home to that empty house these past few days.
"That was definitely a hello, from a mother glad to have her kids home."
Emma was a bit startled by this male voice, but knew exactly who it was, "Stanley?"
"Yeah...I won't keep you long. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on with your kids."
"Actually, Kyle has gone straight back to his old ways of keeping the computer chair warm, and Melody was so exhausted fell asleep on the couch. I just managed to get her upstairs to bed. But just knowing they are here...well, it makes all the difference. "
"I know exactly what you mean." When he said this, Emma knew that he did know. He had been there, no Holly for years and now just having her in the next room even when she was asleep, gave him such joy. Emma felt much the same way. Her kids meant everything to her. There was a brief silence...."you're probably wondering why I am calling." Stanley saw Holly peek her head over the back of the couch. And he couldn't look at her ,turning his back and facing the kitchen, in fact he actually began doodling on a notepad and Holly noticed this...something he did when he was nervous."Holly and I wondered if you and your kids would like to come out this way tomorrow night...we were planning to have a bonfire out on the beach, maybe set off some fireworks if I can lay my hands on some."
Emma was stunned, it wasn't really a date, because of the kids, but it was more than she had been prepared for. She was at a lost for words. She really didn't think she was ready for this. Stanley broke the silence, "You probably already have plans."
"With Dick Clark...not an easy date to break I'm afraid." she said lightheartedly.
"Oh, I see...I'm afraid I can't compete with that." Emma wanted to say there was no competition. She thought of being on the beach with him and her heart started to flutter.
"The beach sounds nice." She managed to muster after an awkward silence. She felt herself blushing and he was on the other end of the phone, not even there. "Kyle has a party he's going to tomorrow night, but Melody and I...well, it sounds fun...I will have to okay it with it her though."
"Of course." He continued to doodle and looked back over at Holly who was smiling at him before she slinked back down into the couch. "I guess, if you get over here at about 8pm....that would be good. That will give us plenty of time to scope out a fire ring."
"That sounds fine. Do you want me to bring anything?"
"Just yourself and Melody...oh, and dress warmly. It can get pretty cold out there on the ocean front. I will supply the rest."
Emma smiled to herself, thinking of what Rachel would make of that last comment and found herself being a bit embarrassed actually thinking of what indeed Stanley could supply. She broke away from these thoughts when she heard his voice, "Emma, are you there?"
She snapped out of it, "Sorry..yeah, I'm here. I should go. If you don't here from me, we'll be there...around 8. It was really nice of you to think of us."
He closed his eyes, little did she know he was thinking about her constantly lately. She then added, "I'm looking forward to it."
Stanley smiled and sighed, one of relief, this actually was a good idea. "Me too. See you tomorrow night." They then hung up.
Holly watched her Dad as he hung up the phone on the wall and looked rather pleased with himself. "Are they coming?"
"yeah, Melody and Emma. I think she is 13. That isn't too much older, I am sure you two will find you have something in common." She couldn't help but notice his mind was preoccupied on something else.
"You need to go shopping, Dad."
He looked over at her confused, "What for?"
"You can't wear one of those old shirts...not on a date with Emma."
He patted his chest, and looked down at the faded black button up the front shirt/ Just one of many old shirts he tended to favor. "This is who I am. It's fine for the beach. And besides the point, Emma has seen me in much worse." he tried to justify himself.
"That's just it. Don't you want to show her you aren't a slob all the time.?"
"You think I'm a slob?"
"Well, sort of. I mean, it's okay for hanging around the house and the shirts you wear to work aren't that bad I suppose, but it's New Years Eve, Dad...something new wouldn't be a bad thing."
"It's the beach, Holly, not a 5 star restaurant."
"It doesn't have to be dressy, just something new. I could take you shopping tomorrow on your lunch break. Just a black shirt like you have on, but it will be new. And a new pair of jeans wouldn't hurt either...and there's something else..."
"What?" Stanley was ready for anything...
"You might think about shaving. I don't think most women like to kiss men with stubble."
Stanley was a bit taken aback by this comment. He realized she had been in the house with her mom when some of Larry's films were in production. He didnt' want to think about what she had witnessed, but hoped kissing was it. Holly was 10 going on 30 half the time. He couldn't erase that time of her life when she had been a witness to her mother's "career". He didn't want to get in a serious conversation about this now, but knew that sometime it would have to be addressed.
"And what's to say I have any intentions of kissing anyone?"
"Because that's what you do on New Years Eve...and she'll be dissapointed if you don't."
He looked at her curiously, moving over to the couch and putting his arm around her, "Really...what has she told you?" He then started to tickle her. She began laughing.
"Nothing, really, Dad, nothing....but I know. She wants you to kiss her. And I'll make sure Melody and I won't be around to embarrass you."
"Oh, thanks..." he was now blushing, "I think you need to get ready for bed."
She jumped off the couch and headed for her room, turning around, "You do want to kiss her don't you, Dad?"
He pointed his finger towards her room, "Go to bed." She smiled, knowing when he avoided the subject it meant yes....he leaned back on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, thinking how badly he wanted to kiss her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Melody wasn't thrilled about the plan for New Years Eve. Usually her mom and her would watch TV and just be together. Kyle always did his own thing. She liked her mom time and didn't want to share it with anyone else...especially Stanley Jobson and his daughter. What was this all about anyhow? But she was afraid to ask. She didn't want to know. So she decided to just go and not complain, for once. Her mom seemed pretty happy about the whole thing anyhow. She watched her get ready and she was spending more time putting on different clothes. Melody shrugged her shoulders and was glad when Rachel showed up.
Rachel gave her a big hug, "And how is my favorite teenager..."
"Kyle is your favorite teenager." Rachel always made it known she had a little thing for Kyle. It was a joke around the house.
"You are a close 2nd. Where is your mom?"
"She is in her room, getting ready."
"Ready, for what?"
"She didn't tell you? Stanley Jobson invited us to the beach tonight. Rachel, is there something going on with my mom and this guy?"
Rachel seemed surprised by this turn of events, "Well, we will just have to fine out won't we. Your mom is keeping things from me."
Melody stopped her before she headed down the hall, "I don't want my mom to get hurt again, Rachel." She looked very concerned and Rachel took hold of her hand.
"Oh, sweetie, I don't think your mom will let that happen again. You want her to be happy, right?" Melody nodded, "It's nice for your mom to have someone think she is special. Don't you think?"
"Dad used to think she was special. He said he would never ever leave her. He lied and they all lie, Rachel. Men lie about everything." Melody started to cry and Rachel wasn't sure how to handle this, but luckily Kyle came up from behind.
"Melody, grow up. Dad lied, but that doesn't mean every man does. You better not spoil mom's fun tonight. This means a lot to her. I can tell." He glared at her and she just glared back.
"I wouldn't do that."
"Good, I got to go. See you Rachel. I told Mom you were here, she's hoping you will go away." Kyle smiled. He knew Rachel would want to drill her about Stanley, and his mom wasn't thrilled with that prospect. He grabbed his coat and smiled at both of them, "Happy New Year." Melody in a humpf went to her room, Rachel headed to Emma's bedroom.
She didn't knock just opened the door, "Ever heard of knocking," Emma commented as she pulled a forest green turtleneck over her head.
"You weren't going to tell me, were you? I can't believe you would keep this from me, Emma."
"It's not a date."
She looked on the bed where at least 10 different blouses and sweaters were thrown on the bed, in a pile. "Then why this? Why do you care what you wear?"
"It's going to be cold."
"I wouldn't worry to much about that, you have Stan the man to keep you warm. ", she teased.
"Rachel." she gave her an evil look.
"Seriously, I think it's great and that color suits you. That is definitely the right color."
"You think?"
"Yes, you don't want him to think you made a fuss...you just throw something on and you always look this good. Men are ignorant, that don't have a clue what we go through for them."
"I just want to be me."
Rachel noticed the apprehension in her voice and smiled at her reassuringly, "I don't think you will have a problem. You are always you. And you know, Stanley Jobson finds it endearing, obviously."
Emma blushed, "I am making too much out of this."
"No, you aren't . This is a big deal. And it's going to be fine. Just don't end up like you did on Christmas Eve. Enjoy the evening, seize the moment."
"I am a bit concerned about Melody."
Rachel didn't want to tell her she had been crying. "She'll be fine. She wants you to be happy. I think it's great he invited you both. Is this guy perfect or what?"
Emma was beginning to think, yes, he was....perfect for her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Stanley was running late. He had to finish off a job before he shut the store and Brent had gone home early...had a big date with Chelsea. So it was nearing 8pm when he finally popped in the shower. He was in great spirits. He and Holly had gone to the mall at lunch and he had bought a new pair of black jeans and a black crew neck long sleeved knit shirt...casual but nice. And Holly had hid his old leather jacket . Leaving the only jacket in his wardrobe, a worn leather flyers jacket. She thought it was an improvement. Stanley had a terribly bad habit, which was a big embarrassment to Holly. He played music in the bathroom while he showered..usually bad 70's and 80's rock groups, and pranced around in the bathroom and shower singing at the top of his lungs. When the door bell rang, Holly was embarrassed to say the least that you could hear him out in the living room. She tried knocking on the door, to get him to turn it off. But he couldn't hear her, So when she opened the door, and Emma and Melody stepped inside the house, they both looked at each other, as they heard a stereo blaring Rod Stewarts "Hot Legs" and someone singing along at the top of their lungs, very animated. Holly smiled, "Sorry, about that. It's my dad. He likes to sing in the shower. I'll go get him." Melody and Emma looked at each other again and started to giggle.
Holly knocked on the door, she heard the water turn off but Stanley was still belting out the song, "Dad, theyre here." She called through the door.
The door opened and Stanley stood in front of her, a towel wrapped around his waist, "What did you say?" He had turned down the music.
"Emma and Melody are here."
A look of horror passed over him, "Oh, shit, they heard me didn't they?"
Holly nodded.
"Okay...I can deal with that...go offer them something to drink, show Melody your room. I'll be right out." He headed towards the bedroom, still humming Hot legs as he entered it.
Holly walked back into the living room, "He'll be just a minute. Melody, do you want to see my room. I have a huge collection of beanie babies."
"You don't still collect those do you?" Emma looked over at her daughter and gave her a look of warning.
"No, not anymore, but I still like them."
Melody looked back at her mom and then at Holly, "I have a bunch too. I won't let my mom get rid of them." They happily walked back to Holly's room and Emma tried to relax on the couch. She felt nervous and hot, her turtleneck was bothering her and she wished she would have worn something that breathed a bit. Then he walked into the room. This was not a Stanley she was used to....he was clean shaven, hair in place, new jeans and shirt, he threw his jacket on the couch, next to Emma, took her in for a few seconds...smiled and headed to the kitchen, "A drink...what will you have?"
"Whatever you were having in there..." she pointed towards the bathroom.
He laughed embarrassed, "I am a bathroom rock star, what can I say."
She smiled, "Rod Stewart? Hot Legs? Interesting choice." She all of a sudden felt incredibly comfortable with him, she got up off the couch and went into the kitchen, and leaned against the counter. He had opened the fridge, and began to load up the cooler. Also got himself a beer.
"What do you have against Rod Stewart?" he said questioningly.
"Absolutely nothing, and it sounded as if you were doing an excellent rendition of the song...I met him once, you know. I used to hang out at stage doors in my youth."
He looked surprised, "A groupie? I never would have guessed."
"No, not a groupie...a fan." she defended herself. "There is a major difference."
He got her a beer, and she refused it.
"I'll pass, I'm driving remember. I am not going to repeat Christmas Eve."
"Ah, too bad, that was quite a night as I remember. Oh, but that's right you don't remember...." he teased.
"I remember enough." these words came out of her mouth, and she wasn't sure why she had said them in that manner.
Stanley raised his eyebrows and smiled, then continued getting the cooler ready. He went out into the garage and got some blankets. When he came back in she was still standing there, leaning against the counter he noticed that the green of her shirt was the perfect contrast to her hair...that hair...he was mesmerized by her hair, the color, the shine, the texture...it was the kind of hair you wanted to run your fingers through. Her slender long legs in a pair of Levis crossed at the ankle. Emma was fully aware of him checking her out and tried to remain relaxed about it. She looked up at him and noticed the tag of his shirt was sticking up in the back, she instinctively reached over and tucked it in, her fingers brushed against the nape of his neck, and Stanley felt a tingly sensation, from her touch. Emma felt a shiver up her arm, she realized she had lingered there way to long and quickly pulled away,
"Your tag was sticking out." she felt she had to justify her action.
"Oh... thanks..."he felt a bit awkward. He was glad when he heard the sound of Holly's bedroom door, and the girls showed up, he immediately diverted his attention to them, "You girls ready?" Holly nodded, Melody looked at him trying not to prejudge him. He was fairly good looking, but he didn't seem like her moms type at all. Stanley too was eying her and noticed her uneasiness around this situation. "Holly, you better go get Scrap...he's out back."
"Is Scrap your dog?" She asked Stanley when Holly went outside.
"Not much of a dog, I'm afraid, a scraggly dirty mongrel..but he's family. We are kind of stuck with him." He smiled at her, "You have a dog?"
This was a sore subject and Emma looked over at Stanley, giving him the eye. But it was too late, "My mom let my dad have Bentley and then he got in trouble for having him by his landlord and he got rid of him."
"Melody, that isn't exactly it."
"Yes, it is. And when Dad asked us if we wanted him back, you said it was too much work. And you had too much to do, so one of his old girlfriends got him." She stopped, looking down at her feet.
Stanley looked at Emma, sorry he even mentioned it. But was glad when Holly walked in with Scrap at her heals..."This is Scrap. I don't care what dad says, he is a brilliant dog."
Melody got down on her knees and gave him a pat, smiling. Scrap wagging his tale happily. "He likes you, Melody..." Stanley added, "He is a ladies man, that is for sure. Growls at men, except for me...never really understood it." He grabbed his jacket and the girls grabbed theirs, and they headed out towards the beach, about a 3 block walk...Scrap tagging along behind them.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They walked down the boardwalk toward the darkened beach area. Holly skipped ahead , Melody following behind. Crossing over the beach wall, their little group set about to find a centrally located fire ring. One finally met the satisfaction of both parents, not too far from shore to enable a good view of the girls. There definitly was a sense of gaity in the air.. The breeze was crisp as predicted. Both girls had jackets and were staying warm by exploring the beach with Scrap in tow tracking in the sand.
Stanley began throwing wood into the fire ring, while Emma stood watching the girls. She had brought her jacket, but still felt nippy and crossed her arms trying to keep warm. As he lit the fire, he followed her gaze down to the water's edge where the girls were throwing a stick for Scrap.
"It's great how they're getting along." he commented.
"Melody can be difficult. I really didn't know what to expect."
"Hey, she has been through a lot, it's understandable." Stanley went and got the blankets, laying one down alongside the fire ring. "I'm sorry, I opened up a can of worms at the house about the dog."
"You had no reason to know. That whole scene with our dog was a mess, she didn't tell you the whole story." He saw Emma's facial expression change. A brief sadness, "I tried to get the dog back, but it was too late. Bentley missed Gary so much after he dumped the girlfriend, he stopped eating. He died of a broken heart, and Melody won't forgive me. I tried to get her a puppy, but she would rather hold this over my head the rest of my life."
"Oh, god, that's pretty rough. Just what she needed after her Dad left."
Emma put her head down, digging her feet into the sand, Stanley did not want her to be miserable on New Years Eve, he sat down on the blanket and called her name, "Emma?"
She looked up to see him offering his hand. Inviting her to join him was apparent. She held back a few seconds, wondering if she could do this. His eyes were inviting and reassuring. Yes, she could do this...they were friends and it was a friendly thing to do, she told herself She moved closer to him and relented by grasping his extended hand. She closed her eyes, as his hand warmed hers, and Stanley thought she let out a sigh, he smiled.
"Are you going to sit down?" he questioned. She abruptly opened her eyes, and attempted to follow his lead onto the blanket, but succeeded in losing her balance as she squatted down, and fell the rest of the way unceremoniously into his lap. Redness flew over her face. She had twisted upon landing, and was upright sitting in his lap, her head in his chest. And for some reason couldn't figure out how to get out of this awkward position.
"Are you okay?" His chest felt incredibly good next to her cheek and the cold she had felt earlier was now replaced with a warmth exuding from his body. He tried stifling a laugh but to no avail, and found himself chuckling over her graceful fall. He took hold of both her shoulders to untangle her. And she sheepishly crawled off his lap and onto the blanket next to him. She looked directly into the blaze of the fire, and couldn't face him. He continued to laugh, and she looked over at him, "Come on, Emma, it was pretty funny."
"You're laughing at me." After she said this, a giggle snuck out...it was rather funny. She put her hand up to her mouth to cut it off, but another came. He was now smiling and laughing with her.
"We're even now....you got to witness my horrendous rendition of Hot Legs and get a good laugh...it's only fitting I got to witness you in an embarrassing situation as well. Of course I got the better deal."
"Really?" she looked confused.
"I got you to sit on my lap." When he said this, he smiled and gazed into her eyes. She backed away almost instantaneously, looking down at the plaid pattern of the blanket and found an unraveled tassel to focus on. He watched as her head dipped down. Some of her hair had fallen down by her temple. It accented her face with a stately beauty. He wondered if she had any idea, what he was feeling at this moment, how beautiful she was....the moonlight played over head, highlighting the crown of her hair. She continued to inspect the tassel, picking and playing with it with persistence. Stanley reached down and touched the back of her busy hand. Fingers stilled their movement and her gaze stared directly at his hand over hers. He watched as her eyes slowly trailed up his arm and came level to meet his own. Her hand blindly felt for his hand to complete the hold offering. She shivered, Stanley began to move towards her, when he was startled by his daughter's laughter coming closer.
"Dad, you got to come quick, see what Scrap found down on the beach."
Emma felt releaved, he had looked as if he was going to kiss her.. No, she wasnt ready for that. Stanley smiled down at her, and helped her up, "Come on, can't miss this obviously." She took his hand and stood up. Holly grabbed his hand and pulled it, leaving Emma standing alone. She leaned over taking off her boots and rolled up her pant legs. Stanley and Holly had reached the water's edge and Holly had run off a few yards ahead where Melody was with Scrap. Stanley turned around and saw that Emma was still up by the fire ring, rolling up her pants. He called up to her, "Are you coming?" She stood up straight and smiled at him, and proceeded to run towards him. She slowed down as she got closer and instinctively took hold of his hand. He accepted it by folding his finger around hers and smiling down at her...then they walked toward the girls
Melody saw them approaching and was shocked to see them holding hands. He was smiling down at her and they looked as if they were talking about something. She had never seen her mom look so happy. Why couldn't she be pleased about this development? It just didn't seem right to her. Holly wondered why Melody had that odd look and followed her gaze to her Dad and Emma...Holly smiled. Her dad was actually holding Emma's hand...it was something. Melody questioned her, "You like my mom?"
"Sure, she's great."
"Your dad likes her too."
"I think so. My dad is kind of funny about things like that."
"Has he had lots of girlfriends?"
"None since I have lived with him."
Emma and Stanley reached them and Emma pulled her hand away, realizing Melody was eying their hands intwined, Stanley looked a little dissapointed but then saw the look of disdain on Melody's face and backed off as well. There was silence each of them looking at the other, until Stanley finally broke it and looked down at the hole Scrap had dug, to see a small dead Stingray..."Hey, that's cool. I didn't know the water temperature was warm enough for Stingrays here... especially in December."
They all scroutched down and had a closer look, Stanley holding Scrap back. Melody and her mother exchanged glances across the hole at each other, then Melody joined Holly and her Dad's conversation about the stingray. And Emma was releaved that Melody hadn't created an outburst.
Emma was glad to leave the excitement of the dead stingray and head back up to the warm fire. The girls had decided to make a sand fortress and Melody had some incredible ideas for it, including draping huge strands of kelp around it, so the two of them set off to gather some....making sure they stayed within eye distance of the fire ring.
Emma found herself shivering as she sat on the blanket, Stanley picked this up right away, as he grabbed the extra blanket and sat himself down next to her, "You're cold. Here put this around you." He began to drape the blanket over her shoulders.
Emma had gathered her legs to the front and pulled her knees in hugging them. She felt a twinge of panic rise in her. Why couldn't she enjoy this beautiful evening with this gracious kind man. Putting herself at ease opened up an automatic defense mechanism. She was deep in thought trying to figure out how to turn off those pesky panic sensations when she heard Stanley pop the cork on a bottle of champagne. He got out two plastic cups and poured the champagne into them. "I know you are driving, but one glass won't hurt you. It is New Years Eve, and what is New Years Eve without champagne."
She took the cup and he situated himself back on the blanket, as close to her as possible. She relaxed a bit as she took a sip of the champagne and then held the blanket up, "There is plenty of room under here. Care to join me?" He smiled and took the offer, the evening was definitely going exactly the way Stanley had hoped.
Talking and laughing about everything under the sun-music, movies, kids etc.- took up the rest of the evening. Emma was comfortable with him now, maybe due to the champagne, but it felt good. He didn't talk about himself much. At least nothing before his life with Holly. She wondered about him, but if they were becoming friends...there would be other opportunies for him to open up...she was hoping anyhow. At one point he even managed an arm around her waist, and was pleased that she didnt' back away from him.
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He got up to stoke the fire. The embers flared a bright yellow creating flame to grow. Accents of shadows flicked across his face and his muscular arms. She watched as the soft sea breeze flipped his hair. He glanced down at her and enjoyed the fact she was watching him. Earlier he hadn't been sure if this had been a good idea. It seemed so sudden and he knew she might be hesitant to any advances but tonight she had been relaxed and comfortable with him. She had allowed him to hold her
close, and take her hand.
Midnight was drawing near and more people were scurrying down onto
the sand from the boardwalk. The beach was full of merriment. A beautiful moon reflected across the incoming waves. A couple, not too far from the fire were quietly acknowledging the New Year, doing what couples in love usually do, sharing a romantic embrace. Wolf calls and noisemakers were already being heard. Emma sat up onto her knees, averted her gaze from Stanley to down by the water where she saw Holly and Melody running in circles with Scrap. She was glad Melody had warmed up to Holly fairly quickly. She never knew how she was going to be in new situations.
The girls had circled several ovals kicking at the lapping water and swinging their pans. Scrap playfully bounced between each squealing girl enjoying the attention.
Stanley followed her gaze to the girls and smiled at her attentiveness. She was always aware of where they were. Melissa would have let Holly run off and that would have been the end of it, only concerned with her own needs. He sat back down next to her, "They're fine."
"I know. Just checking." The firelight on her hair glowed the most beautiful radiant red and he wanted desperately to run his fingers through it. The gaze that passed between them was one of wonder, curiosity and the beginning sparks of desire. And they were both fully aware of this.
All of a sudden the sounds of people counting down broke them away from their thoughts and together they smiled and joined the countdown...10, 9, 8 and so forth. At midnight, fireworks went off and Emma watched as Holly and Melody banged on pots and pans, happily shouting "Happy New Year". She turned back to Stanley who was smiling at her tenderly. She was very aware of what was happening around her, couples embracing, kissing...and was taken a bit by surprise as she watched Stanley's face move closer to hers. His left hand reached for the back of her neck, and he placed his right hand on her cheek. She never took her eyes off him in those few seconds. She knew what was
coming as his inviting lips drew closer to hers. She panicked. She didn't know what came over her, but it happened so quickly. She raised both of her arms and placed both palms of her hands on his chest. With all of her might she pushed him away from her, just
as his lips were about to meet hers. Stanley was startled as he lost his balance and felt himself falling backwards. It wasn't a gentle push. More like a shove and he found himself hitting the sand. Grains of sand flew into his face and hair. He was so taken aback by this turn of events that he lay still for a second, trying to understand why this had just happened. He then propped himself up shaking his head of the sand, spitting grains of sand from his mouth and rubbing his eyes. Emma sat there in a daze. Her hand covered her mouth.....what had she done? Any warmth Stanley had felt for this woman was now disappearing. His stare was that of anger and confusion. He didn't even want to look
at her. But managed to say, "Well, obviously you don't want me to kiss you."
Emma didn't know what to say and blurted out, "Stanley, I'm sorry."
He looked at her with disdain, "For further reference, Emma, a simple
no would be sufficient."
Melody and Holly had made a beeline back to the fire. They arrived just after the fact and were confused about what was happening between their parents. Stanley stood up and brushed himself off. He looked angry. Emma stood up as well and picked up the blankets. He snatched them from her arms and began to fold them. The girls stood there, sensing the tension. He attached the blankets to the cooler with a bungee cord. Nothing was said. A whistle called Scrap, and then he began to head up the beach. Holly and Melody looked at Emma, who didn't acknowledge their stares. They then headed up the beach behind Stanley. Holly got to her dad and slipped her arm around him, looking up. He managed a smile but she could tell it was forced. Sensing now was not the time, she and Melody then walked on ahead, Scrap at their heels.
Emma still stood at the fire ring trying to sort out in her mind what had just transpired. As Stanley lifted the cooler over the beach wall, he turned back and saw her in the glow of the fire, standing in a daze. She caught his look in the firelight and knew how terribly disappointed he was. He didn't deserve that kind of treatment. What could she possible do to make this all right again?
Emma found herself running up the sand, to catch up to him. She couldn't lose him now; he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She climbed over the beach wall. He wasn't that far ahead pulling the wheeled cooler behind him. When she reached him he didn't acknowledge her presence whatsoever. She closed her eyes, not knowing what she could do to make it right. His right hand was free and she took hold of it. He looked down at her still with disappointment in his eyes. He didn't respond to her touch but didn't push her away either, which Emma felt was a good sign. They walked back to the house in silence.
When they reached the house, the girls went to Holly's bedroom and they were left alone in the kitchen where Stanley began to unpack the cooler. Drinks in the fridge. Blankets in the hamper. He hadn't once looked at Emma since they had returned. He went to the couch and plopped down in it.
Emma followed him and sat next to him. Facing him she broke the silence, "Stanley, please, I don't know what happened back there. I panicked. I am not very good with men.." He looked at her, the disappointment still evident but he was actually listening, "What am I saying...I don't even know that to be the case since I have only ever been with one and he left me, so there you go." She put her hand to her head and tried to hold back the tears. "So you see, I am batting a thousand right about now, don't you think....?" she said sarcastically. "I am pretty good at losing them, let's put it that way."
His eyes focused on her, the look of disappointment had been replaced with a look of concern. She put her head down and couldn't look at him, why had she told him that. She was a freak. But Stanley reacted by reaching out to her, his right hand went to her hair and he pushed it off her face, and then wiped the traces of tears on her cheek. She looked up at him and the warmth she had felt earlier was slowly coming back. "I didn't know. I am sorry for rushing you."
"Will you give me another chance? I have never felt this way around
anyone before" she paused, "I'm just not ready. I need to take things slow."
He nodded, "I think I can handle slow." He smiled, "especially now that I know what you are capable of...that was quite a shove you administered earlier. I guess, I should be relieved you didn't decide to knee kick me in the groin...now, that would have caused pain I wouldn't have been prepared for." he tried to make light of the situation now and smiled at her.
She blushed, "I don't know where that came from, honestly."
"And about the not being good with men...I think you underestimate
yourself." He said cautiously "You are incredibly good with me." Emma looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. A scowl shadowed his forehead. "That jackass of an ex husband has really done a number on you, Emma. I don't know why he left, but when two people are involved, the blame cannot lie in one person." His fingers swept her hair to the back of her shoulder. "I see a loving, beautiful woman in front of me and I can't
bear to see you like this. Feeling like you are not worthy of any man's affection, because you are Emma.." He looked deep into her eyes. "You have to believe that." She wanted him to take her in his arms right then. Unfortunately, the sound of Holly's bedroom door opened and the girl's voices approached. Stanley took his hands away from her and Emma stood up.
Melody entered the room looked at her mother oddly, "Are we going home now, Mom? I'm tired." A sourly glance looked at Stanley and then back at her mom. What was going on between them? Surely her mom couldn't be interested in this guy. How could she even think about men after what dad had done to her?
Emma stood between the two, slightly torn. She felt guilty of feelings beginning to stir within her heart, just under the surface. They felt so right. She hadn't been allowed to feel at ease within her self for so long.
Everything had turned so negative in the last years of her previous "batter up". It had progressed to the point of nothing she ever did was right, in Gary's eyes. Years of brow beating had taken its toll. Her heart yearned to beat to a different tune. A tune of happiness. She remained stuck in her old rut, right where Gary had dug her in. He buried her deep and still continued firming up his mental 'mound of dirt' around her. How could she ever help her daughter understand? It would take some time. For both of them.
"Yeah, let's go." She turned to Stanley. A smile warmed over her face. "I guess I'll see you in class on Tuesday." She almost forgot. "I never did get to say Happy New Year."
He smiled, now that the incident had passed, he found it rather amusing, being shoved into the sand by this non threatening school teacher. "What a start to the New Year. It can only go uphill from here. Those are my thoughts anyhow."
Melody had no idea what he was talking about. But grabbed her mom's
hand and pulled her out the door.
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A/N.....Lady Jane T would like to thank Totofromkansas for her contributions and collaboration to the storyline, especially description....
Rachel was having a hard time connecting with Emma. They played phone tag for a few days and finally on the 30th, a day before New Years Eve, they arranged to meet for Happy Hour at a Mexican resteraunt in Emma's neighborhood. Emma was in high spirits because in less than two hours she would be picking up her kids at the airport and she was anxious to have a full house once again. She had missed them terribly and knew that spending time with Holly had taken her mind off them, even if it was only for a little while. It was a crisp clear evening, but it was Southern California, and even in December not very cold. Emma wanted to sit on the outside terrace, it was more like a sidewalk cafe...but there were heat lamps spaced around the tables so it was pleasant and she liked being outdoors. She sipped on a Marguerita, while Rachel leaned over the table firing questions at her.
"Okay, I want to hear it all. I've been getting phone calls from Meg you know, all week about the sighting of your car in front of Stanley Jobson's house. It's eating her up inside."
"You're kidding right? Has she really been driving by his house? That is sick, Rachel."
"So it's true, your car has been there everyday since Xmas?"
Emma was a bit embarrassed, "Well, it's been there, yes....but I went to see Holly. Her dad has been working and we've been hanging out together."
"How sweet...but I know there is more to it than that. I am sure you have been seeing Stanley while you were there."
"Briefly..."
Rachel cut her off... :"Aha,so give me the juicy details."
"There's none to give."
"Come on, Emma, there has to be something. He must like you a little, I mean he's invited you over to be with his daughter. And you spent Christmas with him."
"You know Rachel, it's not like when you meet a guy, and they find you irresisitable and they ask you out right away and within a week you are sleeping with them...Stanley doesn't think of me that way."
"How can you be so sure?"
"For one thing, he hasn't asked me out and I really don't think I would go if he did...and he really is only interested in my mother qualities."
"That sounds kinky." Rachel smiled.
"Holly likes me. And he's looking for a mother figure for her. I suit that bill, wouldn't you say? "
"Well, yes, but I am sure it's more than that. I've seen the way he looks at you."
Emma thought about those looks. They were becoming more frequent and she felt much more intense on his part. The way he would look at her when she entered the room, that smile, the way he would move his eyebrows..the way their eyes would lock for a few seconds. Emma would find her heart racing, a tingly sensation run through her body. But she refused to believe it was anything. She still couldn't grasp that this guy could ever find her the least bit attractive.
Rachel sensed her getting down about something, and reached over putting her hand on top of hers, "You know, Emma, since you met Stanley there's something different about you."
"What do you mean?"
"I know you still feel that no one could possibly be interested in you, but he's had an effect on you. For the better. You seem more confident and assure of yourself. Whether you want to admit that or not. And the doom and gloom Emma is fading."
"I am not all doom and gloom."
"Not anymore. But you were. At school you dove into your job and the kids and that is great, but as soon as you left school, you were all doom and gloom. Feeling sorry for yourself. Everytime you knew Gary had a new girlfriend, it was like a knife going in a little deeper. You deserve this, Emma. You deserve some happiness and I can see in the last week, you are much happier. If it's because of Holly fine. But I believe Stanley Jobson is the reason you have come alive. Let it happen, stop thinking about the what ifs. Enjoy the ride."
Rachel knew her to well. She had been feeling sorry for herself for much to long. And she had to admit he had given her some hope. Even if he wasn't interested her in that way, he had become a friend. Someone she was feeling comfortable with, someone who accepted her for who she was, someone who made her feel alive.
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Stanley and Brent closed up shop around 7pm..Stanley was finishing up the accounts, adding the days totals into the file. Brett casually sat on the edge of the desk, just as Stanley clicked save and swiveled his chair to face him.
"Did you finish up with Tom Ashton's upgrade?"
"All finished, boss...and I started to scan for the virus on Mrs. Claymore's Mac."
"I should stay and get that sorted out. She wanted it back tomorrow."
"Go home. I can be in here early tomorrow and get it going. I think she is being paranoid, there is probably no virus. You know, Stanley, you need to stop thinking about work so much."
"Someone's got to think about it. It is my bread and butter, you know and if you want a pay check every two weeks..." Actually that wasn't the case. Stanley was mum about the money he had received for payment on the job he did for Gabriel. He really didn't need to work at all, but found he needed something to keep busy, keep him out of trouble and he had been accepted into the beach community. That was important for him and Holly to have some kind of normal steady existence. Brent noticed his far off gaze. He wondered what was going on in his bosses head half the time, the guy never said anything about his life before coming here. But he wasn't one to pry. Brent liked Stanley. He was a great guy, with a passion of computers like himself and he just wanted to raise his daughter the best way he could.
"So, Stanley, got a date for tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?"
"New Years Eve. Come on, Stanley, you haven't forgotten it's New Years Eve."
"No date. Quiet at home New Years Eve with Holly."
"I know you want to spend all your free time with her, but it is New Years Eve. What about the teacher lady? "
"Emma?"
Brent raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, that's the one. The one that causes you to lose it every time she enters the room."
Stanley half laughed, "That's hardly the case."
"I'm not sure what you are waiting for. Why haven't you asked her out? She has spent everyday since Christmas at your place with Holly. And you rush out of here like a crazed lunatic at lunchtime so you can have as much time in her presence as possible."
Stanley shook his head and turned back to the computer, closing the open files. Brent continued, "Let me tell you , Stan, a woman like that...all nice and proper like...well, they're the ones that surprise you if you know what I mean."
Stanley turned back around, eyebrows lowered in confusion, "I don't think I know what you mean."
Brent leaned towards him, "Oh, come on, you know they are bubbling under the surface with all that sensuality and passion just waiting to be unleashed."
He was so serious and Stanley couldn't help but laugh, "Where are you getting this from...some porn flick?"
"You shouldn't laugh, Stan, I read about it in Penthouse actually. A whole issue devoted to naughty and nice schoolteachers. And believe you me, Emma is one of those. You can just tell."
Stan couldn't believe how serious Brent was and tried to refrain from laughing, "Sounds like you're interested, Brent. Chelsea not meeting the needs of your overly active young male hormones?"
"She is meeting them quite nicely. I have no complaints in that department...but you could use a little loving, my man, Stan." He slapped him on the back. "And I know Emma is a nice lady. And you're not the kind of guy to wham bam, see you later mam... so I see this is a good thing."
Stan continued to find this conversation amusing...he leaned back in the chair and propped his feet on the table, "So what kind of a guy am I?"
" I think you're falling for this woman...Emma."
"And how have you come to this conclusion?"
"Well, I have never seen anyone look at a woman the way you look at her when she enters a room. It's like in the movies. I don't even look at Chelsea that way and I've been with her for 2 months. Of course you're more mature, maybe that kind of thing comes with age."
"Maybe." Stanley thought about the looks. He did tend to single her out like no other. He couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Brent smiled, "So I'm right. You like her, don't you?"
Stanley took a deep breath and managed a slight smile, "yes, I like her."
"Okay, so why don't you ask her out for New Years Eve?"
"Because her kids have been away over the holidays, and they are due back tonight. She's going to want to be with them."
"Perfect. You have a family New Years Eve. Invite them out here, have a bonfire, set off fireworks....Holly would love it."
"And what's to say her kids would?"
"You don't know till you ask. This is an opportunity, Stan. Grab it. It's New Years Eve for god's sake...a kiss is imminent... the stroke of midnight...she's all yours. Bring out the lusty passion of the suppressed schoolteacher...could lead to something more promising later."
He turned off the computer and grabbed his jacket rising out of the chair, and Brent hopped off the desk, "I don't know why I listen to you."
"Because it's what you're thinking inside. Not to mention Holly likes her...it's perfect, you must see that, Stanley."
They headed towards the door, he switched on the alarm and turned off the lights, stepping outside and locking the door behind them. They both went to their cars and before they got in, Brent stopped and pointed his finger at Stanley, "Call her tonight. Before she makes other plans. Do it Stanley." He smiled and got into his car.
Stan got into the Suburban, and started the ignition. The radio blared U2's "Desire" as the car started....how ironic...
....and the fever when I'm beside her...Desire, desire and the fever...getting higher...desire, desire...burning, burning...
Maybe Brent was right, it was time he faced these feelings and see where it would lead...if anywhere.
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Stanley and Holly had pizza when he got home and as they were cleaning up, after dinner he contemplated making the phone call to Emma. Holly had just finished washing the dishes, and she noticed her dad in deep thought sitting on the couch. She sat down next to him and he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him, smiling down at her. "What are you thinking, Dad?"
"I wasn't really thinking anything"
"Oh, yes, you were."
She was observant, knew when he was in a funk and wanted desperately to make him happy, the way he had made her happy since they had been together. "Okay, I was. I was thinking about tomorrow night."
"New Years Eve."
"Precisely."
"Do you have a date, are you trying to tell me, you have a date?" She looked up at him a bit concerned. She had been hoping something would spark between Emma and her Dad, and although they seemed to like each other, her Dad had not made any attempt to take it any further than the friendship that it had become. She supposed there could be someone else. Someone he had met at work or at Joe's bar. It was a thought she really didn't want to think about.
He reassured her by squeezing her tighter and teased her, "Well, you have gotten it out of me...it's true, I have a date, with the most beautiful young lady I have every laid eyes on...." by the tone of his voice she knew he was teasing, and she smiled up at him, "She so happens to be 10 years old and everything I adore in a young lady...turned up nose, freckles in all the right places, and a smile that could put the Chesire Cat out of business."
"Oh, Dad, stop it...be serious."
"I am serious."
"But what were you thinking about New Years Eve?"
"Something special we could do, just hashing around some ideas in my mind. One in particular..."
"What's that?"
"I don't know how you would feel about me inviting Emma and her kids out here to join us. We could get a fire ring down on the beach and have a bonfire, set off some fireworks....just an idea."
She looked up at him, "You are going to ask her out on date." she seemed thrilled by this prospect.
"It's not a date, I am inviting her whole family."
"It is a date, Dad. You're going to call her up and ask her out."
"We are friends, okay, that is all, Holly."
"but you want to be with her."
"I like being with her, yes...and I thought it would be fun for you to meet her kids."
"But they aren't even my age, Dad."
Stanley wasn't getting any of this right. Holly was way to smart for him. She could tell he was a bit flustered, she got up off the couch, "You want me to leave the room, while you call her?"
"No, of course not." She went into the kitchen and stood holding the phone up for him. He shook his head, "You want me to call her now?"
"Dad, you're acting really weird. So just call her." He stood up and went over to her taking the phone, "her number is on the fridge.." but he didn't need the number. One thing he was good at was numbers and he had it memorized after looking at in once. He began dialing, and gave Holly a nod of the head, feeling a little embarrassed about this whole situation. Calling for a date, god, when was the last time he had done that. Holly went back to the couch and turned on the TV, trying to act like nothing was going on, but she couldn't help but feel rather good about all of this. She had been hoping for this moment for the last week.
Emma answered on the 2nd ring, her voice had a lilting quality this evening, quite different from what he was used to and first thought it might be her daughter, then remembered her kids had just gotten home, that would be reason enough for her to sound so cheerful. He smiled at the thought of her with them. He knew how she hated to go home to that empty house these past few days.
"That was definitely a hello, from a mother glad to have her kids home."
Emma was a bit startled by this male voice, but knew exactly who it was, "Stanley?"
"Yeah...I won't keep you long. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on with your kids."
"Actually, Kyle has gone straight back to his old ways of keeping the computer chair warm, and Melody was so exhausted fell asleep on the couch. I just managed to get her upstairs to bed. But just knowing they are here...well, it makes all the difference. "
"I know exactly what you mean." When he said this, Emma knew that he did know. He had been there, no Holly for years and now just having her in the next room even when she was asleep, gave him such joy. Emma felt much the same way. Her kids meant everything to her. There was a brief silence...."you're probably wondering why I am calling." Stanley saw Holly peek her head over the back of the couch. And he couldn't look at her ,turning his back and facing the kitchen, in fact he actually began doodling on a notepad and Holly noticed this...something he did when he was nervous."Holly and I wondered if you and your kids would like to come out this way tomorrow night...we were planning to have a bonfire out on the beach, maybe set off some fireworks if I can lay my hands on some."
Emma was stunned, it wasn't really a date, because of the kids, but it was more than she had been prepared for. She was at a lost for words. She really didn't think she was ready for this. Stanley broke the silence, "You probably already have plans."
"With Dick Clark...not an easy date to break I'm afraid." she said lightheartedly.
"Oh, I see...I'm afraid I can't compete with that." Emma wanted to say there was no competition. She thought of being on the beach with him and her heart started to flutter.
"The beach sounds nice." She managed to muster after an awkward silence. She felt herself blushing and he was on the other end of the phone, not even there. "Kyle has a party he's going to tomorrow night, but Melody and I...well, it sounds fun...I will have to okay it with it her though."
"Of course." He continued to doodle and looked back over at Holly who was smiling at him before she slinked back down into the couch. "I guess, if you get over here at about 8pm....that would be good. That will give us plenty of time to scope out a fire ring."
"That sounds fine. Do you want me to bring anything?"
"Just yourself and Melody...oh, and dress warmly. It can get pretty cold out there on the ocean front. I will supply the rest."
Emma smiled to herself, thinking of what Rachel would make of that last comment and found herself being a bit embarrassed actually thinking of what indeed Stanley could supply. She broke away from these thoughts when she heard his voice, "Emma, are you there?"
She snapped out of it, "Sorry..yeah, I'm here. I should go. If you don't here from me, we'll be there...around 8. It was really nice of you to think of us."
He closed his eyes, little did she know he was thinking about her constantly lately. She then added, "I'm looking forward to it."
Stanley smiled and sighed, one of relief, this actually was a good idea. "Me too. See you tomorrow night." They then hung up.
Holly watched her Dad as he hung up the phone on the wall and looked rather pleased with himself. "Are they coming?"
"yeah, Melody and Emma. I think she is 13. That isn't too much older, I am sure you two will find you have something in common." She couldn't help but notice his mind was preoccupied on something else.
"You need to go shopping, Dad."
He looked over at her confused, "What for?"
"You can't wear one of those old shirts...not on a date with Emma."
He patted his chest, and looked down at the faded black button up the front shirt/ Just one of many old shirts he tended to favor. "This is who I am. It's fine for the beach. And besides the point, Emma has seen me in much worse." he tried to justify himself.
"That's just it. Don't you want to show her you aren't a slob all the time.?"
"You think I'm a slob?"
"Well, sort of. I mean, it's okay for hanging around the house and the shirts you wear to work aren't that bad I suppose, but it's New Years Eve, Dad...something new wouldn't be a bad thing."
"It's the beach, Holly, not a 5 star restaurant."
"It doesn't have to be dressy, just something new. I could take you shopping tomorrow on your lunch break. Just a black shirt like you have on, but it will be new. And a new pair of jeans wouldn't hurt either...and there's something else..."
"What?" Stanley was ready for anything...
"You might think about shaving. I don't think most women like to kiss men with stubble."
Stanley was a bit taken aback by this comment. He realized she had been in the house with her mom when some of Larry's films were in production. He didnt' want to think about what she had witnessed, but hoped kissing was it. Holly was 10 going on 30 half the time. He couldn't erase that time of her life when she had been a witness to her mother's "career". He didn't want to get in a serious conversation about this now, but knew that sometime it would have to be addressed.
"And what's to say I have any intentions of kissing anyone?"
"Because that's what you do on New Years Eve...and she'll be dissapointed if you don't."
He looked at her curiously, moving over to the couch and putting his arm around her, "Really...what has she told you?" He then started to tickle her. She began laughing.
"Nothing, really, Dad, nothing....but I know. She wants you to kiss her. And I'll make sure Melody and I won't be around to embarrass you."
"Oh, thanks..." he was now blushing, "I think you need to get ready for bed."
She jumped off the couch and headed for her room, turning around, "You do want to kiss her don't you, Dad?"
He pointed his finger towards her room, "Go to bed." She smiled, knowing when he avoided the subject it meant yes....he leaned back on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, thinking how badly he wanted to kiss her.
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Melody wasn't thrilled about the plan for New Years Eve. Usually her mom and her would watch TV and just be together. Kyle always did his own thing. She liked her mom time and didn't want to share it with anyone else...especially Stanley Jobson and his daughter. What was this all about anyhow? But she was afraid to ask. She didn't want to know. So she decided to just go and not complain, for once. Her mom seemed pretty happy about the whole thing anyhow. She watched her get ready and she was spending more time putting on different clothes. Melody shrugged her shoulders and was glad when Rachel showed up.
Rachel gave her a big hug, "And how is my favorite teenager..."
"Kyle is your favorite teenager." Rachel always made it known she had a little thing for Kyle. It was a joke around the house.
"You are a close 2nd. Where is your mom?"
"She is in her room, getting ready."
"Ready, for what?"
"She didn't tell you? Stanley Jobson invited us to the beach tonight. Rachel, is there something going on with my mom and this guy?"
Rachel seemed surprised by this turn of events, "Well, we will just have to fine out won't we. Your mom is keeping things from me."
Melody stopped her before she headed down the hall, "I don't want my mom to get hurt again, Rachel." She looked very concerned and Rachel took hold of her hand.
"Oh, sweetie, I don't think your mom will let that happen again. You want her to be happy, right?" Melody nodded, "It's nice for your mom to have someone think she is special. Don't you think?"
"Dad used to think she was special. He said he would never ever leave her. He lied and they all lie, Rachel. Men lie about everything." Melody started to cry and Rachel wasn't sure how to handle this, but luckily Kyle came up from behind.
"Melody, grow up. Dad lied, but that doesn't mean every man does. You better not spoil mom's fun tonight. This means a lot to her. I can tell." He glared at her and she just glared back.
"I wouldn't do that."
"Good, I got to go. See you Rachel. I told Mom you were here, she's hoping you will go away." Kyle smiled. He knew Rachel would want to drill her about Stanley, and his mom wasn't thrilled with that prospect. He grabbed his coat and smiled at both of them, "Happy New Year." Melody in a humpf went to her room, Rachel headed to Emma's bedroom.
She didn't knock just opened the door, "Ever heard of knocking," Emma commented as she pulled a forest green turtleneck over her head.
"You weren't going to tell me, were you? I can't believe you would keep this from me, Emma."
"It's not a date."
She looked on the bed where at least 10 different blouses and sweaters were thrown on the bed, in a pile. "Then why this? Why do you care what you wear?"
"It's going to be cold."
"I wouldn't worry to much about that, you have Stan the man to keep you warm. ", she teased.
"Rachel." she gave her an evil look.
"Seriously, I think it's great and that color suits you. That is definitely the right color."
"You think?"
"Yes, you don't want him to think you made a fuss...you just throw something on and you always look this good. Men are ignorant, that don't have a clue what we go through for them."
"I just want to be me."
Rachel noticed the apprehension in her voice and smiled at her reassuringly, "I don't think you will have a problem. You are always you. And you know, Stanley Jobson finds it endearing, obviously."
Emma blushed, "I am making too much out of this."
"No, you aren't . This is a big deal. And it's going to be fine. Just don't end up like you did on Christmas Eve. Enjoy the evening, seize the moment."
"I am a bit concerned about Melody."
Rachel didn't want to tell her she had been crying. "She'll be fine. She wants you to be happy. I think it's great he invited you both. Is this guy perfect or what?"
Emma was beginning to think, yes, he was....perfect for her.
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Stanley was running late. He had to finish off a job before he shut the store and Brent had gone home early...had a big date with Chelsea. So it was nearing 8pm when he finally popped in the shower. He was in great spirits. He and Holly had gone to the mall at lunch and he had bought a new pair of black jeans and a black crew neck long sleeved knit shirt...casual but nice. And Holly had hid his old leather jacket . Leaving the only jacket in his wardrobe, a worn leather flyers jacket. She thought it was an improvement. Stanley had a terribly bad habit, which was a big embarrassment to Holly. He played music in the bathroom while he showered..usually bad 70's and 80's rock groups, and pranced around in the bathroom and shower singing at the top of his lungs. When the door bell rang, Holly was embarrassed to say the least that you could hear him out in the living room. She tried knocking on the door, to get him to turn it off. But he couldn't hear her, So when she opened the door, and Emma and Melody stepped inside the house, they both looked at each other, as they heard a stereo blaring Rod Stewarts "Hot Legs" and someone singing along at the top of their lungs, very animated. Holly smiled, "Sorry, about that. It's my dad. He likes to sing in the shower. I'll go get him." Melody and Emma looked at each other again and started to giggle.
Holly knocked on the door, she heard the water turn off but Stanley was still belting out the song, "Dad, theyre here." She called through the door.
The door opened and Stanley stood in front of her, a towel wrapped around his waist, "What did you say?" He had turned down the music.
"Emma and Melody are here."
A look of horror passed over him, "Oh, shit, they heard me didn't they?"
Holly nodded.
"Okay...I can deal with that...go offer them something to drink, show Melody your room. I'll be right out." He headed towards the bedroom, still humming Hot legs as he entered it.
Holly walked back into the living room, "He'll be just a minute. Melody, do you want to see my room. I have a huge collection of beanie babies."
"You don't still collect those do you?" Emma looked over at her daughter and gave her a look of warning.
"No, not anymore, but I still like them."
Melody looked back at her mom and then at Holly, "I have a bunch too. I won't let my mom get rid of them." They happily walked back to Holly's room and Emma tried to relax on the couch. She felt nervous and hot, her turtleneck was bothering her and she wished she would have worn something that breathed a bit. Then he walked into the room. This was not a Stanley she was used to....he was clean shaven, hair in place, new jeans and shirt, he threw his jacket on the couch, next to Emma, took her in for a few seconds...smiled and headed to the kitchen, "A drink...what will you have?"
"Whatever you were having in there..." she pointed towards the bathroom.
He laughed embarrassed, "I am a bathroom rock star, what can I say."
She smiled, "Rod Stewart? Hot Legs? Interesting choice." She all of a sudden felt incredibly comfortable with him, she got up off the couch and went into the kitchen, and leaned against the counter. He had opened the fridge, and began to load up the cooler. Also got himself a beer.
"What do you have against Rod Stewart?" he said questioningly.
"Absolutely nothing, and it sounded as if you were doing an excellent rendition of the song...I met him once, you know. I used to hang out at stage doors in my youth."
He looked surprised, "A groupie? I never would have guessed."
"No, not a groupie...a fan." she defended herself. "There is a major difference."
He got her a beer, and she refused it.
"I'll pass, I'm driving remember. I am not going to repeat Christmas Eve."
"Ah, too bad, that was quite a night as I remember. Oh, but that's right you don't remember...." he teased.
"I remember enough." these words came out of her mouth, and she wasn't sure why she had said them in that manner.
Stanley raised his eyebrows and smiled, then continued getting the cooler ready. He went out into the garage and got some blankets. When he came back in she was still standing there, leaning against the counter he noticed that the green of her shirt was the perfect contrast to her hair...that hair...he was mesmerized by her hair, the color, the shine, the texture...it was the kind of hair you wanted to run your fingers through. Her slender long legs in a pair of Levis crossed at the ankle. Emma was fully aware of him checking her out and tried to remain relaxed about it. She looked up at him and noticed the tag of his shirt was sticking up in the back, she instinctively reached over and tucked it in, her fingers brushed against the nape of his neck, and Stanley felt a tingly sensation, from her touch. Emma felt a shiver up her arm, she realized she had lingered there way to long and quickly pulled away,
"Your tag was sticking out." she felt she had to justify her action.
"Oh... thanks..."he felt a bit awkward. He was glad when he heard the sound of Holly's bedroom door, and the girls showed up, he immediately diverted his attention to them, "You girls ready?" Holly nodded, Melody looked at him trying not to prejudge him. He was fairly good looking, but he didn't seem like her moms type at all. Stanley too was eying her and noticed her uneasiness around this situation. "Holly, you better go get Scrap...he's out back."
"Is Scrap your dog?" She asked Stanley when Holly went outside.
"Not much of a dog, I'm afraid, a scraggly dirty mongrel..but he's family. We are kind of stuck with him." He smiled at her, "You have a dog?"
This was a sore subject and Emma looked over at Stanley, giving him the eye. But it was too late, "My mom let my dad have Bentley and then he got in trouble for having him by his landlord and he got rid of him."
"Melody, that isn't exactly it."
"Yes, it is. And when Dad asked us if we wanted him back, you said it was too much work. And you had too much to do, so one of his old girlfriends got him." She stopped, looking down at her feet.
Stanley looked at Emma, sorry he even mentioned it. But was glad when Holly walked in with Scrap at her heals..."This is Scrap. I don't care what dad says, he is a brilliant dog."
Melody got down on her knees and gave him a pat, smiling. Scrap wagging his tale happily. "He likes you, Melody..." Stanley added, "He is a ladies man, that is for sure. Growls at men, except for me...never really understood it." He grabbed his jacket and the girls grabbed theirs, and they headed out towards the beach, about a 3 block walk...Scrap tagging along behind them.
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They walked down the boardwalk toward the darkened beach area. Holly skipped ahead , Melody following behind. Crossing over the beach wall, their little group set about to find a centrally located fire ring. One finally met the satisfaction of both parents, not too far from shore to enable a good view of the girls. There definitly was a sense of gaity in the air.. The breeze was crisp as predicted. Both girls had jackets and were staying warm by exploring the beach with Scrap in tow tracking in the sand.
Stanley began throwing wood into the fire ring, while Emma stood watching the girls. She had brought her jacket, but still felt nippy and crossed her arms trying to keep warm. As he lit the fire, he followed her gaze down to the water's edge where the girls were throwing a stick for Scrap.
"It's great how they're getting along." he commented.
"Melody can be difficult. I really didn't know what to expect."
"Hey, she has been through a lot, it's understandable." Stanley went and got the blankets, laying one down alongside the fire ring. "I'm sorry, I opened up a can of worms at the house about the dog."
"You had no reason to know. That whole scene with our dog was a mess, she didn't tell you the whole story." He saw Emma's facial expression change. A brief sadness, "I tried to get the dog back, but it was too late. Bentley missed Gary so much after he dumped the girlfriend, he stopped eating. He died of a broken heart, and Melody won't forgive me. I tried to get her a puppy, but she would rather hold this over my head the rest of my life."
"Oh, god, that's pretty rough. Just what she needed after her Dad left."
Emma put her head down, digging her feet into the sand, Stanley did not want her to be miserable on New Years Eve, he sat down on the blanket and called her name, "Emma?"
She looked up to see him offering his hand. Inviting her to join him was apparent. She held back a few seconds, wondering if she could do this. His eyes were inviting and reassuring. Yes, she could do this...they were friends and it was a friendly thing to do, she told herself She moved closer to him and relented by grasping his extended hand. She closed her eyes, as his hand warmed hers, and Stanley thought she let out a sigh, he smiled.
"Are you going to sit down?" he questioned. She abruptly opened her eyes, and attempted to follow his lead onto the blanket, but succeeded in losing her balance as she squatted down, and fell the rest of the way unceremoniously into his lap. Redness flew over her face. She had twisted upon landing, and was upright sitting in his lap, her head in his chest. And for some reason couldn't figure out how to get out of this awkward position.
"Are you okay?" His chest felt incredibly good next to her cheek and the cold she had felt earlier was now replaced with a warmth exuding from his body. He tried stifling a laugh but to no avail, and found himself chuckling over her graceful fall. He took hold of both her shoulders to untangle her. And she sheepishly crawled off his lap and onto the blanket next to him. She looked directly into the blaze of the fire, and couldn't face him. He continued to laugh, and she looked over at him, "Come on, Emma, it was pretty funny."
"You're laughing at me." After she said this, a giggle snuck out...it was rather funny. She put her hand up to her mouth to cut it off, but another came. He was now smiling and laughing with her.
"We're even now....you got to witness my horrendous rendition of Hot Legs and get a good laugh...it's only fitting I got to witness you in an embarrassing situation as well. Of course I got the better deal."
"Really?" she looked confused.
"I got you to sit on my lap." When he said this, he smiled and gazed into her eyes. She backed away almost instantaneously, looking down at the plaid pattern of the blanket and found an unraveled tassel to focus on. He watched as her head dipped down. Some of her hair had fallen down by her temple. It accented her face with a stately beauty. He wondered if she had any idea, what he was feeling at this moment, how beautiful she was....the moonlight played over head, highlighting the crown of her hair. She continued to inspect the tassel, picking and playing with it with persistence. Stanley reached down and touched the back of her busy hand. Fingers stilled their movement and her gaze stared directly at his hand over hers. He watched as her eyes slowly trailed up his arm and came level to meet his own. Her hand blindly felt for his hand to complete the hold offering. She shivered, Stanley began to move towards her, when he was startled by his daughter's laughter coming closer.
"Dad, you got to come quick, see what Scrap found down on the beach."
Emma felt releaved, he had looked as if he was going to kiss her.. No, she wasnt ready for that. Stanley smiled down at her, and helped her up, "Come on, can't miss this obviously." She took his hand and stood up. Holly grabbed his hand and pulled it, leaving Emma standing alone. She leaned over taking off her boots and rolled up her pant legs. Stanley and Holly had reached the water's edge and Holly had run off a few yards ahead where Melody was with Scrap. Stanley turned around and saw that Emma was still up by the fire ring, rolling up her pants. He called up to her, "Are you coming?" She stood up straight and smiled at him, and proceeded to run towards him. She slowed down as she got closer and instinctively took hold of his hand. He accepted it by folding his finger around hers and smiling down at her...then they walked toward the girls
Melody saw them approaching and was shocked to see them holding hands. He was smiling down at her and they looked as if they were talking about something. She had never seen her mom look so happy. Why couldn't she be pleased about this development? It just didn't seem right to her. Holly wondered why Melody had that odd look and followed her gaze to her Dad and Emma...Holly smiled. Her dad was actually holding Emma's hand...it was something. Melody questioned her, "You like my mom?"
"Sure, she's great."
"Your dad likes her too."
"I think so. My dad is kind of funny about things like that."
"Has he had lots of girlfriends?"
"None since I have lived with him."
Emma and Stanley reached them and Emma pulled her hand away, realizing Melody was eying their hands intwined, Stanley looked a little dissapointed but then saw the look of disdain on Melody's face and backed off as well. There was silence each of them looking at the other, until Stanley finally broke it and looked down at the hole Scrap had dug, to see a small dead Stingray..."Hey, that's cool. I didn't know the water temperature was warm enough for Stingrays here... especially in December."
They all scroutched down and had a closer look, Stanley holding Scrap back. Melody and her mother exchanged glances across the hole at each other, then Melody joined Holly and her Dad's conversation about the stingray. And Emma was releaved that Melody hadn't created an outburst.
Emma was glad to leave the excitement of the dead stingray and head back up to the warm fire. The girls had decided to make a sand fortress and Melody had some incredible ideas for it, including draping huge strands of kelp around it, so the two of them set off to gather some....making sure they stayed within eye distance of the fire ring.
Emma found herself shivering as she sat on the blanket, Stanley picked this up right away, as he grabbed the extra blanket and sat himself down next to her, "You're cold. Here put this around you." He began to drape the blanket over her shoulders.
Emma had gathered her legs to the front and pulled her knees in hugging them. She felt a twinge of panic rise in her. Why couldn't she enjoy this beautiful evening with this gracious kind man. Putting herself at ease opened up an automatic defense mechanism. She was deep in thought trying to figure out how to turn off those pesky panic sensations when she heard Stanley pop the cork on a bottle of champagne. He got out two plastic cups and poured the champagne into them. "I know you are driving, but one glass won't hurt you. It is New Years Eve, and what is New Years Eve without champagne."
She took the cup and he situated himself back on the blanket, as close to her as possible. She relaxed a bit as she took a sip of the champagne and then held the blanket up, "There is plenty of room under here. Care to join me?" He smiled and took the offer, the evening was definitely going exactly the way Stanley had hoped.
Talking and laughing about everything under the sun-music, movies, kids etc.- took up the rest of the evening. Emma was comfortable with him now, maybe due to the champagne, but it felt good. He didn't talk about himself much. At least nothing before his life with Holly. She wondered about him, but if they were becoming friends...there would be other opportunies for him to open up...she was hoping anyhow. At one point he even managed an arm around her waist, and was pleased that she didnt' back away from him.
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He got up to stoke the fire. The embers flared a bright yellow creating flame to grow. Accents of shadows flicked across his face and his muscular arms. She watched as the soft sea breeze flipped his hair. He glanced down at her and enjoyed the fact she was watching him. Earlier he hadn't been sure if this had been a good idea. It seemed so sudden and he knew she might be hesitant to any advances but tonight she had been relaxed and comfortable with him. She had allowed him to hold her
close, and take her hand.
Midnight was drawing near and more people were scurrying down onto
the sand from the boardwalk. The beach was full of merriment. A beautiful moon reflected across the incoming waves. A couple, not too far from the fire were quietly acknowledging the New Year, doing what couples in love usually do, sharing a romantic embrace. Wolf calls and noisemakers were already being heard. Emma sat up onto her knees, averted her gaze from Stanley to down by the water where she saw Holly and Melody running in circles with Scrap. She was glad Melody had warmed up to Holly fairly quickly. She never knew how she was going to be in new situations.
The girls had circled several ovals kicking at the lapping water and swinging their pans. Scrap playfully bounced between each squealing girl enjoying the attention.
Stanley followed her gaze to the girls and smiled at her attentiveness. She was always aware of where they were. Melissa would have let Holly run off and that would have been the end of it, only concerned with her own needs. He sat back down next to her, "They're fine."
"I know. Just checking." The firelight on her hair glowed the most beautiful radiant red and he wanted desperately to run his fingers through it. The gaze that passed between them was one of wonder, curiosity and the beginning sparks of desire. And they were both fully aware of this.
All of a sudden the sounds of people counting down broke them away from their thoughts and together they smiled and joined the countdown...10, 9, 8 and so forth. At midnight, fireworks went off and Emma watched as Holly and Melody banged on pots and pans, happily shouting "Happy New Year". She turned back to Stanley who was smiling at her tenderly. She was very aware of what was happening around her, couples embracing, kissing...and was taken a bit by surprise as she watched Stanley's face move closer to hers. His left hand reached for the back of her neck, and he placed his right hand on her cheek. She never took her eyes off him in those few seconds. She knew what was
coming as his inviting lips drew closer to hers. She panicked. She didn't know what came over her, but it happened so quickly. She raised both of her arms and placed both palms of her hands on his chest. With all of her might she pushed him away from her, just
as his lips were about to meet hers. Stanley was startled as he lost his balance and felt himself falling backwards. It wasn't a gentle push. More like a shove and he found himself hitting the sand. Grains of sand flew into his face and hair. He was so taken aback by this turn of events that he lay still for a second, trying to understand why this had just happened. He then propped himself up shaking his head of the sand, spitting grains of sand from his mouth and rubbing his eyes. Emma sat there in a daze. Her hand covered her mouth.....what had she done? Any warmth Stanley had felt for this woman was now disappearing. His stare was that of anger and confusion. He didn't even want to look
at her. But managed to say, "Well, obviously you don't want me to kiss you."
Emma didn't know what to say and blurted out, "Stanley, I'm sorry."
He looked at her with disdain, "For further reference, Emma, a simple
no would be sufficient."
Melody and Holly had made a beeline back to the fire. They arrived just after the fact and were confused about what was happening between their parents. Stanley stood up and brushed himself off. He looked angry. Emma stood up as well and picked up the blankets. He snatched them from her arms and began to fold them. The girls stood there, sensing the tension. He attached the blankets to the cooler with a bungee cord. Nothing was said. A whistle called Scrap, and then he began to head up the beach. Holly and Melody looked at Emma, who didn't acknowledge their stares. They then headed up the beach behind Stanley. Holly got to her dad and slipped her arm around him, looking up. He managed a smile but she could tell it was forced. Sensing now was not the time, she and Melody then walked on ahead, Scrap at their heels.
Emma still stood at the fire ring trying to sort out in her mind what had just transpired. As Stanley lifted the cooler over the beach wall, he turned back and saw her in the glow of the fire, standing in a daze. She caught his look in the firelight and knew how terribly disappointed he was. He didn't deserve that kind of treatment. What could she possible do to make this all right again?
Emma found herself running up the sand, to catch up to him. She couldn't lose him now; he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She climbed over the beach wall. He wasn't that far ahead pulling the wheeled cooler behind him. When she reached him he didn't acknowledge her presence whatsoever. She closed her eyes, not knowing what she could do to make it right. His right hand was free and she took hold of it. He looked down at her still with disappointment in his eyes. He didn't respond to her touch but didn't push her away either, which Emma felt was a good sign. They walked back to the house in silence.
When they reached the house, the girls went to Holly's bedroom and they were left alone in the kitchen where Stanley began to unpack the cooler. Drinks in the fridge. Blankets in the hamper. He hadn't once looked at Emma since they had returned. He went to the couch and plopped down in it.
Emma followed him and sat next to him. Facing him she broke the silence, "Stanley, please, I don't know what happened back there. I panicked. I am not very good with men.." He looked at her, the disappointment still evident but he was actually listening, "What am I saying...I don't even know that to be the case since I have only ever been with one and he left me, so there you go." She put her hand to her head and tried to hold back the tears. "So you see, I am batting a thousand right about now, don't you think....?" she said sarcastically. "I am pretty good at losing them, let's put it that way."
His eyes focused on her, the look of disappointment had been replaced with a look of concern. She put her head down and couldn't look at him, why had she told him that. She was a freak. But Stanley reacted by reaching out to her, his right hand went to her hair and he pushed it off her face, and then wiped the traces of tears on her cheek. She looked up at him and the warmth she had felt earlier was slowly coming back. "I didn't know. I am sorry for rushing you."
"Will you give me another chance? I have never felt this way around
anyone before" she paused, "I'm just not ready. I need to take things slow."
He nodded, "I think I can handle slow." He smiled, "especially now that I know what you are capable of...that was quite a shove you administered earlier. I guess, I should be relieved you didn't decide to knee kick me in the groin...now, that would have caused pain I wouldn't have been prepared for." he tried to make light of the situation now and smiled at her.
She blushed, "I don't know where that came from, honestly."
"And about the not being good with men...I think you underestimate
yourself." He said cautiously "You are incredibly good with me." Emma looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. A scowl shadowed his forehead. "That jackass of an ex husband has really done a number on you, Emma. I don't know why he left, but when two people are involved, the blame cannot lie in one person." His fingers swept her hair to the back of her shoulder. "I see a loving, beautiful woman in front of me and I can't
bear to see you like this. Feeling like you are not worthy of any man's affection, because you are Emma.." He looked deep into her eyes. "You have to believe that." She wanted him to take her in his arms right then. Unfortunately, the sound of Holly's bedroom door opened and the girl's voices approached. Stanley took his hands away from her and Emma stood up.
Melody entered the room looked at her mother oddly, "Are we going home now, Mom? I'm tired." A sourly glance looked at Stanley and then back at her mom. What was going on between them? Surely her mom couldn't be interested in this guy. How could she even think about men after what dad had done to her?
Emma stood between the two, slightly torn. She felt guilty of feelings beginning to stir within her heart, just under the surface. They felt so right. She hadn't been allowed to feel at ease within her self for so long.
Everything had turned so negative in the last years of her previous "batter up". It had progressed to the point of nothing she ever did was right, in Gary's eyes. Years of brow beating had taken its toll. Her heart yearned to beat to a different tune. A tune of happiness. She remained stuck in her old rut, right where Gary had dug her in. He buried her deep and still continued firming up his mental 'mound of dirt' around her. How could she ever help her daughter understand? It would take some time. For both of them.
"Yeah, let's go." She turned to Stanley. A smile warmed over her face. "I guess I'll see you in class on Tuesday." She almost forgot. "I never did get to say Happy New Year."
He smiled, now that the incident had passed, he found it rather amusing, being shoved into the sand by this non threatening school teacher. "What a start to the New Year. It can only go uphill from here. Those are my thoughts anyhow."
Melody had no idea what he was talking about. But grabbed her mom's
hand and pulled her out the door.
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A/N.....Lady Jane T would like to thank Totofromkansas for her contributions and collaboration to the storyline, especially description....