18
Lisa
I blink rapidly, eyes needing to readjust to the bright sunlight around us. Everything faded for a moment there.
"And Lisa. I didn't know you were in town." Jinhwan's eyes go from Jennie to me a few times before he pulls Jennie in for a hug. "I'm guessing this is why Mom's having us all come over for dinner tonight."
"Yeah. We're out running errands for her," she says, shuffling back. Sweat breaks out along my back, both from the heat of the day and almost getting caught. My judgment goes out the window when it comes to Jennie, and she got me going from zero to sixty in three seconds flat.
"What'd you buy?" Jennie asks, shifting nervously. She's worried her brother saw us too.
"That thriller that's being made into a movie. I refuse to see the movie until I've read the book."
Out of all her brothers, Jennie and Jinhwan are the most alike. He's the second youngest, even though Donghyuk is a mere handful of seconds older, and I've heard them joke about that bonding them.
"The one about the girl who wakes up from a car accident covered in blood and thinks her husband is a killer?" she asks.
"Yeah, that one." Jinhwan holds up the book. "Well, I'll see you guys later. I need to stop in at the bar and make sure things are set up for tonight. And then find Donghyuk."
Jennie raises an eyebrow. "You lost him?"
"I'm not his keeper."
"He needs you to be," she mumbles. "Do you need me to triangulate his phone again?"
"Nah, I installed a tracking app he hasn't noticed yet. He went home with some girls last night and I'm guessing he's still sleeping it off somewhere."
She shakes her head. "I don't know how you guys can look so alike but be so different."
Jinhwan shrugs. "Beats me. I got all the smarts, and he got all the…you know, there's nothing he has that I don't."
Jennie laughs and moves her gaze from Jinhwan to the buildings surrounding us. I remember Jinwoo saying he was worried about Jennie when she first took her job in Chicago. The rest of her family was here in Eastwood and she moved away, though it's not like anyone could blame her. This is a small town and she has an advanced degree in computer science. There's nothing here for her.
Jennie's hand lands on her stomach and she grimaces. Shit, she's probably feeling sick again.
"You okay, sis?" Jinhwan asks.
"Yeah, I've been so stressed from work it's making me sick," she says, waving her hand in the air. A long list of terminal illnesses rush through my head, and I have to force myself not to diagnose Jennie. There's nothing wrong with her. She's fine.
She has to be fine.
We say bye to Jinhwan and move onto the next stop, and Jennie picks out two bouquets of yellow and white flowers. After that, we go to the vet to pick up medication for Rufus, and lastly, the post office to get a book of stamps.
We leave the post office in silence, and I hate how tense things are. They don't have to be like this. I want to go back to that Friday night when Jennie and I were walking along the river.
"Jennie," I start, mentally yelling at myself to man the fuck up and just tell her how I feel.
"Lisa." She unlocks her car and opens her door. I wait until we're both in and buckled to start talking.
"I'm sorry."
She puts the SUV in reverse and flicks her eyes to me. "For what?"
"For not calling you. I should have called or texted or…or…something. Things are complicated, and Jinwoo's been a good friend to me. He's like a brother and I…" I let out my breath, shaking my head. "It's not a good enough excuse, I know. But I am sorry."
Jennie bites her lip, looking out at the road as she leaves the parking space. Her brows come together, and I wish so badly to know what she's thinking.
"Complicated. Right." She turns down the main road out of town. "What does that even mean?"
"I'm not sure," I say honestly.
She tightens her grip on the wheel. "Do you regret sleeping with me?"
"No. Do you regret it?"
Her lips press into a thin line and she shakes her head. Before she can answer, her phone rings. Connected to the Bluetooth in her car, the call comes up over the speakers. It's someone from work, asking Jennie about coding. Her words are technical and lost on me, but I'd be lying if I said hearing her talk like that didn't turn me on. The phone call goes on until we arrive back at the Kims farm, and even though we left our conversation in a very precarious place, going back would be even more awkward.
"Should I take the chicken feed into the barn?" I ask, getting out of the SUV.
"Yeah. Thanks." She gets the other items and heads inside without me. Jinwoo and Kara are here, everyone is in the usual meeting place: the kitchen. Jennie is leaning against the counter snacking on pretzels, Jinwoo looks like he's close to being bored to death, and Kara and Mrs. Kim are bent over an iPad, intently looking at something.
"Thank the Lord," Jinwoo says when he sees me. "We got important video gaming to do."
Kara looks away from the iPad, giving Jinwoo a glare. He holds up his hands in defeat and sits back down.
"What's going on?" I ask, coming over to the island.
"I'm trying to narrow down poses for these engagement pictures." Kara shakes her head at whatever she's seeing. "What about this one?"
"It's nice," Mrs. Kim says.
"Just nice?"
"Yes, it's too tame."
Jinwoo raises his eyes. "See what I've been dealing with? This has been going on all day. It's just a photo."
"An engagement photo," Kara counters. "We're only doing this once, babe. Come on."
Jinwoo caves, eyes sparkling as he looks at his fiancée. "I know." He slides the iPad in front of him and scrolls. "I like this one."
"No," Kara and Mrs. Kim say at the same time. Kara takes the iPad back, tapping her chin. "I like the ones where you can see the ring, but they look so unnatural with the hand turned out."
"They do," Jennie agrees, breaking a pretzel in half. "A girl from my office got married last year and she had really cute engagement photos with her hand on her fiancée's cheek. It showed the ring and wasn't hokey."
"Oh, I like that idea!"
"I don't," Jinwoo says. "The guy's supposed to cup your cheek. Not the other way around." All the women in the room roll their eyes.
"What about the pose with your hands together," Jennie suggests and tries to demonstrate with her own hands.
"Show me with Lisa," Kara says, and no one else blinks an eye. I stiffen and Jennie almost chokes on her pretzels. If either of us balks, it'll look like something is going on. And it is, it so is. But right now, we need to suck it up.
Jennie puts the pretzels down and hesitantly steps forward. She holds up her left hand and motions for me to hold up my right. She puts our hands together, barely interlocking our fingers.
"I like the hand holding, it's really sweet, but you're just standing there," Mrs. Kim says, really getting into this. "Jennie, step in closer. Lisa, put your other hand on her waist."
I swallow hard, praying I can control the reaction from my body, and raise my left arm. Jennie inhales, breasts rising and falling under her t-shirt, and inches closer. She slowly lets out her breath and I put my hand on her hip. The moment my hand flattens against her, she shivers.
"Now look into each others' eyes," Kara instructs, getting up to take our picture. "Act like you love each other."
Jennie's eyes widen and color rushes to her cheeks. This might be awkward for her, above her acting ability, but for me, all I have to do is look at her and not hold back.
All I have to do is look at her the way I've wanted to for the last twelve years.
Closing her eyes, Jennie tips her head up. Her lips part ever so slightly, and the world starts to spin. Then she opens her eyes and everything stops.
"Do something with your hand," Kara tells Jennie. She licks her lips, nodding, and brings her arm up, resting her hand on my chest. I tighten my hold on her waist, bending my fingers in, and shuffle closer. My heart is racing, blood rushing through every part of me.
"Perfect," Kara says, snapping a photo. "Thanks, guys."
It takes another second for us to break apart, and taking my hand off Jennie's waist turns out to be harder than I thought. And finally taking my hand off of hers proves to be almost impossible.
Jennie steps away, lips parted, but with an unreadable expression in her eyes. Messing with her hair, she says she's going to go upstairs to get ready for dinner, whatever that means.
Jinwoo's able to get away from the engagement photo planning, and we go into the living room. Mr. Kim and Jackson are in there, and Jackson wants me to play cars with him again. I sit on the floor, pushing the cars around and making them talk in silly voices.
Sometime later, Jin arrives, and all the guys go outside with a beer in hand to talk and bullshit while Mr. Kim grills barbecue chicken. I lean against the patio table, thinking this is how family should be.
How mine could have been.
But it will never be, because my brother is a deadbeat and there's no chance of him cleaning up his act enough to last more than a couple of weeks. I've had dinner with my parents, of course, but it's obvious the reason why Bobby isn't there. It's not like he's working or busy with his own family.
I look around at Mr. Kim, Jinwoo, Jin, and Jackson, and vow that when the time comes and I have my own family, we will be like this.
No matter what.
Jennie pushes her food around on her plate, taking little bites here and there and only when someone is looking. She still doesn't feel well but is trying to hide it. I'll ask her about it later and make sure she's okay.
"How's life at the hospital?" Mr. Kim asks. "You're at the biggest one in Indy, right?"
"Yes, I am. And it's hectic and busy, but I really enjoy it."
Donghyuk takes a drink of beer and raises his eyebrows. "Do doctors hook up with hot nurses in break rooms like they do on TV?"
I laugh. "Not that I know of."
"But Lisa was seeing a hot nurse for a while," Jinwoo interjects, and I internally wince. "Whatever happened to her?"
"Uh, it was never much of a thing," I deadpan, going for my beer.
"Keeping it casual." Donghyuk nods in approval. "A guy after my own heart."
Jennie looks up at her brother, brown eyes full of fire. "Aren't you getting too old for casual relationships?"
The venom in her voice is directed at me, not Donghyuk. He shrugs her off. "I'll keep it casual as long as I want. Relationships are nothing but drama." He turns to Kara, who's sitting on his other side. "But not yours."
"Thanks," she says dryly. "One day you'll meet a girl who'll change your mind."
Donghyuk smirks. "She'll have to be really good at—"
Jinhwan elbows him hard in the gut, shutting him up. I try to catch Jennie's eye, but she's staring hard at her plate.
"What about you, sis?" Jinhwan asks, and I see him slowly shift his gaze from me to her and back again. "Is there a special someone in your life?"
"Its far from special," Jennie says with a sweet smile. "Though it could have been, but what's done is done, right?"
Her answer only makes sense to me, leaving the rest of the table left wondering. I take a quick look around and feel a lump rise in my throat. Jennie is obviously upset. I hurt her, made her think that weekend was nothing more than dirty sex, and probably fucking blew it.
I'm in love with this woman and I'm pretty sure she never wants to talk to me again.
If the Kims knew I was the reason for Jennie's pain…if they knew what I did to her, and what she did to me—three times—they'd line up to beat me up. I can hold my own against Jinwoo. And probably Donghyuk. Jinhwan would give me a run for my money and Jin served two tours in Afghanistan and is a cop. He'd beat the shit out of me.
My only hope would be Jennie, yelling and screaming at them to stop. Though by the look she just gave me, she'd be on the sidelines cheering them on.
"Oh, Lisa!" Mrs. Kim exclaims. "I didn't even ask you about the interview. How do you feel it went?"
"Great," I say honestly. "The chief surgeon is a big Purdue fan. I think it helped I did my pre-med studies there."
"I knew you'd do great." Mrs. Kim beams. "If you do get the job, you're welcome to stay here."
"That's very generous, but I can't—"
"Nonsense! We have this big old house full of empty rooms." Mrs. Kim looks pointedly at Jinwoo as she speaks. She doesn't need to actually say the words for everyone to know what she's talking about: she wants more grandchildren. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly and the temperature shifts down a few degrees. Jinwoo and Kara haven't picked a wedding date yet, which puts more grandchildren farther and farther out of the picture. "We'd be happy to have you until you find something permanent. You can save some money on rent that way too," she adds. "I know how overworked and underpaid resident doctors are." She playfully elbows Mr. Kim. "I learned that from those romance doctor shows you say are good for nothing."
"They are good for nothing," Mr. Kim teases, trying his best to convince everyone he really thinks so.
"He watches them too," Mrs. Kim whisper-talks. "But really, honey, our door is always open."
I can't help but smile at her offer, the generosity of the whole goddamn Kim clan never failing to surprise me. My phone rings and I reach into my pocket to pull it out and silence it. It's my weekend off, dammit, and I'm not in town to fill in tonight.
But it's not the hospital calling. It's my mom.
