Then he said, “Right, Slick. I’ll show you how it’s done and then it’s your turn.”
At that point, Jake pushed me slightly back and commenced “showing me how it’s done.”
And thus, at that point, watching Jake, I knew without any doubts why I’d allowed myself to be pulled from my bed and dragged to a boxer’s gym at an ungodly hour of the morning.
I also knew I would allow the same to happen tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the next.
Just as long as I got to watch Jake “showing me how it’s done.”
* * * * *
Although it was unnecessary, after our workout, when Jake took me home, he walked me to the front door of Lavender House as well as through it.
I felt quite strange seeing as I was sweaty and I was never sweaty. My body also felt fatigued and my body never felt fatigued unless the day was a rather long one or the evening included dancing. And I was not in my usual attire which put me off-balance. Amber’s choices were lovely but they weren’t me.
So when Jake closed the door against the chill of the morning and turned to me, feeling off-balance and having a morning that started with Jake waking me up by tickling my nose with a lock of my hair and ended with him and I both getting sweaty (alas, not in a way I would chose but it was far from bad, especially watching Jake do it), I had a near overwhelming desire to move into him. To curl my arms around his neck. To press my damp body to his then press my lips to his.
Fortunately, before I gave into this urge, Jake spoke.
“Amber’s done bein’ grounded today. You still good to look after Eath this afternoon?”
I stared at him a moment in surprise.
Had a week passed since we discussed this?
It had.
“Of course,” I replied.
“He gets off school at two forty-five,” he told me. “I’ll text Amber and let her know she’s off-duty.”
I nodded.
“Got shit to do at the gym, got shit to do at the club,” Jake carried on. “And the kid’s league is startin’ up again so I got shit to do for that. You good to keep him for dinner?” he asked.
Sharing dinner with Ethan.
I would very much enjoy that.
“Certainly,” I answered.
“It’ll help a lot, Slick,” he shared.
“Ethan’s very good company therefore this is hardly a bother, Jake,” I assured him with complete honesty.
He grinned then said, “I’ll pick him up around seven thirty.”
Hmm.
Another early dinner.
Oh well.
“All right,” I replied.
“Tomorrow night, we’re goin’ to the football game.”
I blinked before I asked, “Pardon?”
“Friday night high school football. You, me and Ethan are goin’.”
My heart made a flutter and not at the prospect of going to a high school football game. “That sounds fun,” I partly lied because football would likely bore me silly.
Being with Jake was another story.
And knowing I’d be spending even more time with him was yet another story.
He grinned again and moved closer.
My heart fluttered again.
“You pick up Eath after school. I’ll pick you both up later. We’ll grab some food and go.”
I forced myself to speak normally when I asked, “Amber and Conner aren’t going with us?”
“Amber’s goin’ with her friends. Conner is either goin’ with one of his girls or he’s goin’ with his buds. They’re in high school. They don’t hang with their old man. But their old man goes to games to keep an eye on them, specifically Amber, who’d probably be under the bleachers doin’ shit that even thinkin’ about it for a nanosecond makes my gut twist and my mouth taste like acid so I try not to think about it. I also fail.”
“Is she…well,” I started carefully and finished with, “promiscuous?”
“I hope not,” he replied immediately, sounding like he very much meant those three words. “That said, she wants to be popular, she wants to be liked, she wants boys to notice her and this Noah kid is a senior and he shares the title of the big man at school with Con. He’s a hotshot basketball player so he doesn’t play football but he goes to the games. With the way she wants all of that shit and the fact she got her hooks in Noah, who she’s had her sights set on since she was a freshman, it means anything can happen.”
I was not surprised that Conner was the high school “big man.” However, it was my experience when I was in school, and my understanding it was still true, that the athletes were the ones who earned that honor.
“Does Conner play sport?” I asked.
“He boxes like his dad,” Jake answered.
“Is he good at it?” I went on.
“In his current league he’s undefeated three years running,” Jake stated without even attempting to hide the pride.
And there was the reason he was the high school “big man.”
I grinned at Jake. “Good for him.”
Jake grinned back but said, “Not good. He works at it. You see those quotes on the walls of the gym?”
“Indeed.” I nodded. “I meant to mention that they were all very inspirational and I thought it was very clever that you had them painted on your walls.”
He was grinning bigger when he replied, “Glad you think so, Slick, but those quotes, Con lives them. He’s hungry for the learning but he’s got the soul of a fighter. I started the junior league for him hopin’ that would be the way. When I started it, he was too young to be in it. He got old enough, he took to it better than I’d hoped. And if he’s not with one of his girls or at work, he’s at the gym.”
I watched with some fascination as his face changed and listened with even more fascination as his voice roughened when he finished.
“Makes what Lydie did for me and my family even better, knowing she made it so I could give my boy a place to train. A place that’s mine to give him. A place that’ll be his one day if he wants it.”
“Yes, Jake,” I said softly, at his words, his look and his tone, again having an overwhelming urge. But this one was to touch him, take his hand or lay mine on his chest or his jaw. It didn’t matter how, I just wanted that connection. Any connection. Or all of them.
I couldn’t have it so I didn’t take it.
But I wanted it.
“Right, so I’ll see you tonight at seven-thirty,” Jake declared. “You wanna hit the gym tomorrow, let me know and I’ll pick you up at seven. Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you and Eath up at five-thirty. And Saturday, the matches are at the arena in Blakeley. Got a lot of matches to get through so they start at nine in the morning with the flyweights. I fight heavyweight, which’ll be one of the last, so my match’ll be around eight at night. You can come and watch as much as you want. I’ll have a ticket waitin’ for you at the office.”
As much as I wanted was not very much. I didn’t even know if I wanted to watch Jake box, I certainly didn’t want to watch anyone else. I knew by then that I’d watch Jake do practically anything, but I wasn’t eager to watch someone hitting him.
But it seemed he wanted me to go.
So I would go.
Thus I again nodded.
“We’ve got a plan,” Jake murmured and got even closer. “And you gotta get to the Weavers.”
I sighed and nodded. My sigh was not only about the fact that Jake was soon to leave, it was also about seeing Eliza Weaver and knowing she would be worse than yesterday, and worse still tomorrow.
Jake read my sigh and I knew this when he said gently, “You can give up any time.”
“I’m there until Mr. Weaver no longer needs me,” I replied.
He held my eyes a moment before his warmed in a way that warmed me all the way through and then it was his turn to nod.
After he did that, he lifted a hand and I braced, waiting for it, delighted he was going to give it to me and he didn’t disappoint.