The Second Time is Sweeter, page 10
The hot guy slammed his empty beer bottle on the bar and headed straight toward Melanie and Sophia.
“Hold up, he’s coming over here.” Melanie licked her lips and fluffed her curls.
Sophia hid behind Melanie. But the man walked in a straight line to Sophia, which meant that he had to almost step around Melanie.
“Oh hey, how are you?” Melanie asked in her silky voice.
“Good. I want to meet your friend, the one hiding behind you.”
“Who? Sophia?” Melanie asked, turning.
“You got any other friends hiding back there?” He rocked back on his heels. “Sophia, come on out.”
Melanie stepped aside. “This is my friend, Sophia Abella. And you are—?”
“Riley Jacobs.”
He smiled at Sophia, a naughty boyish grin, and it seemed that someone had hit her over the head with a bat. Her heart jumped to her throat and started beating at one thousand beats per second. This guy was not part of Sophia’s Grand Plan. Now that she’d dropped out of Berkeley, she would dedicate herself to the restaurant and grow it into the best little Italian bistro in the Bay Area. Patrons would come from far and wide to eat, drink, and celebrate special occasions. After a couple of years, she’d find a man who would work at the restaurant alongside her, just like Mama and Daddy-o had for years. Probably someone Italian. They’d get married and have two point five children, the first one before she was twenty-five. Last one before she was thirty.
Riley wasn’t part of her plan, but someone forgot to tell him that.
Melanie found another man to tantalize and left the two of them alone. Riley was confident and self-assured with intelligent and shimmering chocolate brown eyes. By the end of the night, he’d bought her a drink, and introduced her to his friends (yep, all military guys).
“Do you want to dance?” he asked.
Glancing around the bar, she wondered if she’d missed something. “There’s no dance floor.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He tugged her to a small corner at the side of the bar.
Riley’s form of dancing wasn’t like any she’d ever experienced before. It included touching and holding each other, with occasionally moving to the left if someone passing by the bar got too close. It didn’t matter if the song piping through the bar’s speakers was slow or fast. Tempo seemed insignificant to him, like the song was actually only playing in his head. The music switched from country to hip hop and back again, but neither she nor Riley stopped touching.
She had her arms around his neck much of the time, occasionally resting her palm against the short bristle of dark hair on his head. She stared into his eyes and lost every thought. He caressed her face, nuzzled her ears and tugged on one earlobe, then kissed her neck. He kissed her hand, her temple, everything but her lips. Was he warming up to it? Making her imagine what it would be like in a crazy anticipation? Because it was working!
“This isn’t just for tonight,” he said, tugging on a lock of her hair.
“What isn’t?”
“You and me.” When the song ended he bent his head low to meet her lips.
And. Wow. Sophia had never been kissed like that before. Riley took his time with the kiss, getting comfortable like they were about to have a long conversation or perhaps even hibernate. It didn’t seem to matter that a couple of people bumped into them or that Sophia could hear Melanie call out that it was time to go home. He kept kissing her. She let him, of course, because he happened to be the greatest kisser in the world. And yes, he moved fast. Cheetahs moved slower than Riley.
Finally, he broke the kiss when a bartender tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Closing time, Jacobs. Out.”
He walked her and Melanie to the car. “I’ll call you.”
“You don’t have my number.”
“Put it in my phone.”
In the car, Melanie got philosophical about the evening as she drove them both home. “This is one of those nights you’re always going to remember. You’ll probably never hear from him again but someday you’ll be sitting in front of the fireplace as an old married lady with a bunch of kids and you’re going to remember tonight. Your husband is going to fart, or say something ridiculously stupid, and you’re going to think about this night. How this hot guy swept you off your feet but you never saw him again. What’s special about it is that tonight can’t be ruined. Or repeated. It’s a moment in time.”
“He said he would call.”
“They always say that. Did he also tell you he didn’t need to write your number down because he’d remember it?”
“No, he had me put it in his phone.”
“Oh.”
But Sophia didn’t actually believe she’d ever hear from Riley Jacobs again. She wasn’t supposed to find “the one” at a bar. He’d given her a memorable night out and the experience of, for once, not being second best to Melanie, a night she’d always recall fondly and that would be enough. And if she wondered why he’d singled her out, why he’d picked her out of all the girls he could have been with that night, including Melanie, she’d probably never know. It didn’t make sense, and she figured he’d go home and come to the same conclusion on his own. Instead, he’d phoned her the very next day and said that he would take her out to dinner that night. Sophia didn’t even consider saying no, but even if she had, he hadn’t actually asked her a question. She quickly learned Riley usually stated what he wanted. If a person disagreed, it was up to them to mention it. He wasn’t about to suggest they could actually disagree with him.
On the day of their date, she opened the front door of the small cottage house she shared with Melanie to find a smiling Riley. He removed his reflective sunglasses and said, “Take off that dress.”
I don’t know you that well was the first thought in her head, but instead she smiled and shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“That’s our transportation.” He hooked a thumb toward the driveway and the motorcycle parked there.
A motorcycle! How adventurous. Her sister-in-law Brooke used to ride one. Had actually once broken her arm in an accident. Billy had one, too, not that either of them rode much anymore since they’d had Sammy. As for Sophia, she’d never ridden one because her father thought they were instruments of the devil.
“I should change.”
And she loved riding on the back of Riley’s Harley, even if she had to wear a helmet so that her hair couldn’t blow around in the wind like in those old Easy Rider movies she used to watch with her dad. Still, she held on tight to Riley’s waist and imagined they were flying. It was summer and the days were longer, the air carrying with it the faint sweet grape smell that wafted through town. He drove them clear outside of Starlight Hill on the winding back roads.
They rode up the coast to Sonoma State Beach in Bodega Bay and found a picnic table. Dinner turned out to be sandwiches that he’d brought for each of them from the delicatessen, along with a bottle of Cabernet from Trader Joe’s. The cheap stuff. She might have been offended, but on that day she learned a lot about Riley Jacobs. His life story, in fact. He didn’t have much of anything. Joined the Marines at eighteen since college was out of the question. Always wanted to be a cop. The light supper and two-buck Chuck took on another meaning. She realized Riley was giving her all he had. The Harley was old and used. He lived in a run-down studio apartment in Napa, where he’d grown up, not far from his sister.
And he was on leave from the Marine Corps between deployments, stationed in North Carolina, scheduled for another deployment in a few months.
“You probably want to go home now,” he said. “Have I scared you enough?”
“I think you’re really brave.”
“To ask you out? Probably.” He grinned and reached for her hand.
“No, silly. But…I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She’d lived a fairly sheltered life until Berkeley. At school she’d met some interesting people, but no one like Riley. They’d mostly been like her. Privileged. Mostly wealthy. That wasn’t Sophia, no matter what her outward circumstances reflected. Her environment might have changed, but she was still that ten-year-old who grew up sharing one bathroom with her sisters in the little understated home on Cherryview Lane. Only Riley seemed to see who she really was. Not a rich spoiled girl, but the girl for him. A girl who still belonged on Cherryview Lane and not on Mansion Drive.
Two weeks after their first date, he asked her to marry him.
Correction. He didn’t ask so much as he told her. They were at his place one morning. He’d brought her coffee at the crack of dawn as usual, let her take a sip, kissed her, and let her go back to sleep. This had become somewhat of a routine even in a short time. It didn’t seem to bother him that she wasn’t a morning person. But this time instead of snuggling with her, he’d waited until she opened one eye and stared at him through a puff of hair.
“What?”
“I have to be in North Carolina in three weeks.”
“Oh. That was fast,” she mumbled.
“And I want to marry you.”
“What?” She was half asleep and couldn’t have heard him right. But if so, why did her heart slam against her rib cage? “Marry me?”
“Well, okay, it’s kind of sudden but yes. I’ll marry you.” Then he smiled, and holy wow, she was a goner.
Hooked.
Reeled in.
Head over heels.
But then she had to tell Daddy-o, who at this point had met Riley exactly twice. A day after she’d asked Riley to marry her (technicality), she drove to Daddy-o and Eileen’s mansion outside of town, the one Billy had bought her with his first baseball contract. She had a pleasant roast for dinner and conversation flowed with her father and Eileen. Sophia waited until after dessert, after everyone had enough time to digest their food, and then she dropped the bomb. The last time Sophia had given her family the bad news that she would be dropping out of Berkeley, she’d done it at a family dinner, and ruined the evening for everyone. This time she chose a better time.
She joined Daddy-o and her stepmother Eileen as they enjoyed their evening sherry on the veranda. They talked about the restaurant, the winery, about Scott’s engagement, and a thousand other things that were no longer any of Sophia’s concern. Because she, Sophia Maria Abella, was getting married to the love of her life and starting her own family.
Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. “So. I have some news. I’m getting married to Riley.”
Daddy-o coughed. “Are you out of your mind? This cannot happen. You barely know the man. No, no.”
“I love him,” Sophia said.
Her father turned to his wife. “Eileen, are you hearing this?”
“I heard,” Eileen said, her brow knitted.
Even with three grown boys of her own, two daughters-in-law, and another one on the way, Eileen still couldn’t resist interfering in Sophia’s life. But once in a while Eileen helped smooth things over with Daddy-o, and Sophia kind of counted on her now.
Because she had even worse news for him, and she planned on handing it out piece-meal.
“First you drop out of university even though you’re as smart as any of those kids! Now you want to get married to a guy you hardly know! What did I ever do to deserve this? Someone tell me, please!” Daddy-o’s face turned crimson and Eileen kept patting him on the back like you’d burp a little baby.
“Nothing. This isn’t about you. You raised me to be a girl who knows what she wants. And I know I love Riley. We’re getting married.”
Daddy-o rubbed his chest, and that could only mean the heartburn medication was about to make an appearance.
Sophia stood and turned to face the sun setting over the horizon in a splash of orange and gold. Her life now was so different than it had been a month ago, but she felt happier than she’d ever been. She loved Riley Jacobs with all her heart. Until he came along, she’d been sleepwalking through her life. Missing Mama so much but finding comfort in the restaurant and memories of her there. Until she’d met Riley and realized that could never be enough. Mama had also loved a man with her whole heart. Now it was Sophia’s turn.
“Mama left her home and family to be with you.” Sophia said. “I’m just like her.”
“Is that what this is about? You can’t live your mama’s life, Bella. You have to live your own. We were very young when we got married, true. It was different. Stop trying to be so much like her. Live your own life.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do!”
“Then be smart. Marrying Riley, that’s not so smart.” Daddy-o clutched his chest. “Unless. Say you’re not pregnant! Say it!”
“I’m not pregnant. I love him!”
“If you love him, honey, then why not wait a little while? What’s the rush?” Eileen said.
Daddy-o glanced lovingly at his wife, as if she’d just single-handedly found the solution to end war and world hunger. “Yes, yes. Exactly.”
Sophia took a deep breath. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“There’s more?” her father roared.
“Riley will be here any minute and we can tell you together.”
She wanted reinforcements. He’d actually wanted to be here at dinner when she told her father, but she’d talked him into letting her smooth things over first. So far the smoothing over wasn’t going well.
“Tell me now. I don’t need him here.”
Eileen had a stricken expression on her face, and it was almost as if she already knew. “Maybe we should wait. The young man wants to do the right thing.”
“I don’t need him here. This is between me and my daughter. Speak up!”
Sophia sighed. They both knew that Riley was a Marine, and that was of course part of the problem. Daddy-o had a deep and abiding respect for American servicemen, as long as they stayed away from his daughters. Very old school Italian of him.
“Okay,” Sophia said. “He’s going back soon and I’m going with him. That’s why we have to get married fast. All I need is a courthouse wedding, nothing fancy.”
The words spilled out of her like they sometimes did when she was nervous. Daddy-o continued to stare at her like he’d just learned his daughter was a Nazi spy. Eileen went inside, probably to get the antacid.
Melanie also thought Sophia and Riley were both crazy. Everybody she’d told thought they were crazy, but like quitting school, getting married was the right thing to do. On the outside, sure, it didn’t look good. Dropping out of school looked like quitting to some, unless it meant you’d finally discovered what you wanted to do with the rest of your life. Getting married quickly might sound impulsive and rash, but she’d never been more certain of anything in her life. She still wanted to run the restaurant, possibly even with Riley at her side, and she’d do that when they got back after his service. He’d already guaranteed her that he wouldn’t be in the military forever.
They didn’t have a small courthouse wedding. Not when one of her stepbrothers owned a winery and Diana’s mother owned the only bridal shop in town. She’d be the fourth family wedding at the gazebo that Wallace had built outside for Eileen’s wedding to Daddy-o. Brooke and Billy, then Wallace and Genevieve had followed in quick succession. But now Sophia would beat Diana and Scott to marriage, and they’d been engaged for a few months. Diana’s mother was planning a humongous wedding and that kind of thing took time and planning.
Riley was enough for Sophia.
“There’s still time to back out of this,” Daddy-o said, tucking her arm in his just before he walked her down to the gazebo.
“Not in a million years,” Sophia said, and her father sighed and nodded.
Riley was in his dress blues. Her heart hammered away in her chest as she walked out to the bougainvillea-decorated gazebo. He was so handsome, her husband, and he’d been the only one to see her. Other people saw Sophia, Giancarlo’s youngest social media-obsessed daughter. Some saw Sophia, the lucky stepsister to Billy Turlock, multimillionaire retired Sliders ball player. Every firefighter in town saw her as Scott’s little stepsister, and firmly off limits. Only Riley saw her as what she’d been waiting her whole life to be.
There wasn’t much of a honeymoon because Riley had to report for duty at the base in North Carolina the following week. With all the packing, they’d only had time for a two-day honeymoon in San Francisco paid for by her father. They’d stayed at the Marriott, rode the cable car to Fisherman’s Wharf, taken the obligatory tour of Alcatraz, and made love for hours every night.
“I love you,” Sophia told him for the hundredth time.
“You better.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then shut it again.
“What is it?” she pressed.
He kissed her hand, then down the column of her neck, sank his teeth into her earlobe, and finally kissed her lips. “Nothing.”
It was the first red flag. There was something, she knew him well enough by now to know. This “something” worried him every now and then. She’d catch him studying her, a crinkle in his forehead. Not for long, though, because when she caught him, she’d smile and he’d smile back, crinkle erased.
Then he’d grab her by the neck and kiss her roughly. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Show me.”
And he did.
North Carolina in the summertime was hot.
It wasn’t as if Sophia hadn’t already been acquainted with balmy temperatures. She’d been to Sacramento for the fourth-grade field trip, and Napa definitely wasn’t like foggy San Francisco. But in North Carolina, the humidity made ninety degrees feel more like one hundred and fifty. Oh, the humidity! Sophia had to change her underwear twice a day.
She and Riley settled into base housing for married service members, a plain white house with yellow trim. On the first day she’d run around the place calling everything “cute.” The stove was cute, and the kitchen even had a little breakfast nook that was cute. This was the first house she’d live in with her husband and it was all so exciting. She wanted to decorate. Put little cute curtains in the windows and a sign on the doorway that read, “The Jacobses.”
