Chapter 11
The Deal
Seth opened the door, put his foot on the sidewalk – and then jumped back in and slammed the door shut for the sixth time. Why was he doing this? Putting himself through all of this grief for no reason.
He was parked up outside Summer's home – her dad's old house. He had a source that told him Dominic didn't live with her, and the lack of his car in the drive told him that Dominic wasn't there tonight either.
It was the dya after Lori's birthday party – and Seth's revelation – and all he wanted was to talk to Summer, even though he knew nothing good could come of it.
"Pull yourself together Seth," he angrily instructed himself. He opened the car door, put one foot on the sidewalk, then the other – then slammed the door behind him. He clenched his fists and headed for Summer's front door. He knocked softly.
After five minutes of no answer, Seth pulled his corage together and placed a good eight solid knocks on the door.
"I'll be down in five!" a voice yelled from the other side of the door. 'five' obviously meant five hours because that's how long Seth felt like he was waiting before the door finally opened to reveal Summer – in her robe.
"You're earl – Seth?" she asked in surprise, pulling the robe tighter around herself.
"Yeah, who were you expecting?" he asked, leaning on the door frame.
"Um, Dominic," she said softly, her cheeks flaming up.
"Oh. Oh! So… so that's why it took you so long to get dressed? Because you were waiting for – uh, for Dom?"
Summer nodded, pulling the robe tighter still.
"yeah. So, if you could just… scoot?"
"Right, yeah of course," Seth said embarrassed. He turned to go but then chastised himself. Stop being a wimp Seth – get it together! He felt like a drill sergeant was yelling in his heat. "No, you know what? I can't go because we need to talk."
"talk?" Summer asked.
"Yeah," Seth replied.
"like, right now?"
Seth nodded.
"Seth," Summer said sternly. "I don't know if you get this, but I am about to have sex – wild passionate unadulterated…"
"Yeah, stop," Seth said suddenly. His eyes had darkened and he was loking at Summer in a way that made her heart ache. "Why are you trying to hurt me?" he asked softly. Sumer's mouth fell open.
"Cohen, I – I'm not trying to hurt you. I mean, we're over. Why do you care?" her voice was soft, but there was an edge to what she was saying.
"I just do. Look, can we please talk?"
Summer looked around carefully. "Come on in." she instructed, leading Seth into the living room where he flopped down on the couch.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. Seth's face cracked into a grin.
"I guess you kind of owe me huh?"
Summer walked past Seth into the hall. "Uh, Summer, what are you doing?"
"looking for blood," Summer replied, coming back into the lounge and sitting back down.
"Okay, this may sound stupid but, why?"
"Because you've obviously hit your head. Why the hell do I owe you?" she asked.
"Well," Seth said slowly, "I seem to recall a certain fiancé asking me if we were divorced and I… lied."
"Shh," Summer said quickly. "Are you blackmailing me Seth?"
"What? No!" Seth said, "I mean, I don't think this would be classed as blackmail – could be wrong though, I mean… no, wait – not blackmail."
"Seth, what the hell are you ramblking on about?"
"Go on a date with me."
Summer stared at Seth with her mouth hanging open. Seth waited for her to say something nervously.
"A d… a date?" she asked. "You and me? A date? A date with you and me?"
"Um, yeah."
"A date?"
"Yeah."
"With you and me?"
"Yeah."
"A d…"
"A date with you and me, yes Summer," Seth said impatiently.
"Right."
"Well?"
"Um, I think maybe when you banged your head it didn't bleed. Actually, did you hit your head before you got here? Because that would explain a lot."
"Summer, I mean it. I go back to LA on Sunday, so one last date tomorrow and I will sign that divorce paper before you can say 'bigamist' and never bother you again… If you don't want me to I mean."
"Seth, that is blackmail."
"Well, what can I say – I'm warm for your form!"
"Ew. Seth, do me a favour and never say that again."
"Only if you go on a date with me."
Summer stared at him. "I'm engaged."
"Yeah, and you're also married – to me"
"Seth…"
"Look, its one date okay – Dominic never needs to know. I just – I want to say goodbye, properly this time."
"Fine," Summer gave in.
"Fine?"
"Yeah. On one condition."
"What?"
"We don't mention anything about the breakup. The date is purely fun – okay?"
"Done!"
They shook hands firmly.
AN: Hey. bit better now cos we just had some breakfast I like for a change. Yay! Anyway, trying to speed this up a little due to requests and the fact that I'm starting to get frustrated. I was going to put some other drama in, but I think I'm just going to get on with it. Of course, the course of true love never did run smooth.
Ha, I always thought that was such a dorky saying ;)
Leanna
